tI don't own Doctor Who. Really, did you think I did?
Happy Ending Edition coming soon!
The Doctor sat tearstained and limp in the TARDIS informary, going over the events of the past hour in his head. He had defeated whatever evil ruler the TARDIS had brought him to (he'd already forgotten the alien's name), but he wouldn't've if he knew what would happen in the process.
He was running with her, running from the alien overlord's guards. But it didn't matter... running, walking, they might as well have just stood there for all the good it did for her. As they were on their way out, they ran into a couple guards that were coming their direction. No matter, he thought. They had passed plenty of guards in their time, these ones should be no different. But then, without hesitation, one of them shot. Not at him, but at her. At his Rose.
I could've saved her. He didn't know how, but he knew, just knew that there must've been some way he could've kept her alive and well.
He kept listening to the back of his mind.
You could have saved her. There was a way, Doctor. You could have saved her. She could still be here. But she isn't, and it's your fault, Doctor. Your fault. Those words, they kept repeating in his head, over and over, haunting his mind.
Your fault.
He was on his knees, tears forming in his eyes again, next to his now lifeless companion. His wilted Rose.
"I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods..." He managed, blinking back tears. "I've had the whole pantheon. But if I believed in one thing... just one thing..." He whispered. "I believed in you." With that, he left a kiss on her forehead, and walked out of the room, closing the door slowly behind him.
It's short, huh? Well, it was actually originally intended to have a happy ending, which I am writing as soon as I publish this, but I decided to post the depressing version for all you tragedy fans out there.
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