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Summary: Short drabble-ish piece set some time after Doomsday.
She was gone forever. He had power beyond anything most people could imagine, and he could destroy and begin entire civilizations with a well-placed sentence or a snap of his fingers. She was the one thing he wanted most in all the worlds, but she was sealed so tightly away she might as well be in her grave. Or maybe he was in his. There was nothing he could do, no wall that he could tear down, no tunnel he could dig, no bridge he could build to bring her back.
But there were some things even a Time Lord did not understand. And one of those things was that she was Bad Wolf.
A long time ago, he had drawn the music of the universe out of her, absorbed all the excess energy into himself so that her fragile human body would not burn. He had died that day, thinking he had succeeded. But he could not take away the single string of notes that had fused to her. There was a golden melody in her mind that was beyond his power to remove. Because she was stronger than he was.
She smiled softly to herself in her dreams. There was no universe in which she was not meant to be by his side. She had willed it, before time, during time, after time.
She was Rose Tyler, the Bad Wolf. She would claw her way back to him.