AN: This is my first Doctor Who fanfiction that I have written. I have just gotten into Doctor Who in this past year and a half. If you see anything that is incorrect then please tell me so that I may change it. This was originally written as an assignment for my Creative Writing class. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. If I did there would be no such thing as a metacrisis, nor would Rose ever be separated from the Doctor.
My Pink and Yellow Rose
Why did I let her do that?
What have I done?
What was I thinking?
Why did I let her slip through my fingers?
Will I ever see her again?
I have to, I need to!
My pink and yellow Rose,
The Valiant Child,
Defender of Earth,
Bad Wolf,
The Doctor's Companion,
My Companion
Ripped away by what has so many names.
It was known to the Eternals as "the Howling,"
But so many others call it Hell.
My people called it the Void.
It is what we called the space between universes,
Our name for that emptiness, the nothing
Where there is no such thing as time and space, any light or dark
The Place she almost was trapped in if not for that familiar stranger
Her parallel father who jumped the universes at the last moment and took her from mine to his
In a moment she was gone, separated by the Void
Trapped in that alternate world filled with zeppelins instead of planes
Nothing was left except that white wall in the top floor of Torchwood
She was gone, torn from him by the cyber men, dales, and the universe
Why do those monsters keep coming back while I always lose everything?
No, that can't be the end
I'll get her back
I'll find the remaining cracks in our universes and bring her back to me
I run down to the stairs and to the TARDIS
I'm going to do the impossible
The cracks are swiftly closing
I'm not going fast enough, never going fast enough
Then it sinks in, it can't be done
If I'm selfish and even try to get her back
Both universes will be ripped apart
In the end I'm to late anyway
The crack is no large enough for the TARDIS to get through
Though I have ultimately failed, I will see her again for the last time
I will get to say goodbye
I burn up a sun just to see her again and get a message through
To her I'm just a hologram, we can't touch
She tells me we are at Darling Ulf Stridden
Bad Wolf Bay
She tells me that she loves me
I say, "Quite right too,"
I'm cut off when I'm about to say I love you
I'm torn up with guilt
I didn't really tell her
She will never actually know how I feel
Oh the irony
I'm the Time Lord that ran out of time
Can I go on without her?
I did for the 900 years before
But she is what made me recover from the Time War
I'll have to
Because that is what she would want?
As I always say
Allons-y