The sequel to my short story The Bad Wolf Strikes Again. What I think happens to Rose.
I do not own Doctor Who.
She can't do anything about it. And it's killing her. She hides her face from John Smith, so he can't see her agony. But he knows something is wrong.
Its in the way she bites her lip and looks up at the sky. Its in the way she jumps when she thinks she hears him returning. Its in the way her face falls and a tear appears when she realizes he's not.
It was slowly killing her. The Bad Wolf. Just like he said it would , so long ago when he kissed her for the first time and absorbed the time vortex. Doomed himself, but saved her.
She smiles at the memory of her goofy, all-knowing, protective Doctor. She cries when she remembers how she thought he had abandoned her when he changed. Then she smiles again when she remembers him taking her hand and pointing to the stars and saying, 'That way. No…that way.'
The Doctor could figure out some way to make her head stop hurting. To make the crack in the wall only she could see disappear. He would know how to stop the Big Bad Wolf.
But he's gone. And she can't help him, like she's supposed too. Because he made his choice, and wanted her to be happy.
He didn't know it would ending up killing her.