A/N. This is my first fanfic so concrit is so so so welcome :) If anyone fancies being a beta for me then cool! I'm not exactly 'new' to the site, being a lurker for as long as I have been, but I've never uploaded anything before so please review with any comments that you reckon I need.
This was just a story that has been bobbing around in my head for a while, so i thought why not actually do something about it! Lol. Anyhoo, I really hope you like it, and if not, why not tell me why:-) --DR.
Disclaimer: Oh if only I owned Doctor Who, but sadly no.
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The One Adventure He Could Never Have.
Prologue:
It didn't feel real. Like something she heard once in a story about someone she didn't know. She felt disconnected somehow, as if she were watching what was happening from a great distance. But then there was someone else who mirrored her in thought and feeling. She looked to her left and there he was. The Doctor, her Doctor. The man who took her to the edge of the universe and showed her the stars. There he sat, real as she was, as solid as she and yet not quite there. It was as if he was physically present, but emotionally absent. In that moment he didn't exist, but then again, neither did she.
An impossible story that took place on an impossible planet. An impossible outcome that went past the unthinkable.
But there they were. Flying away from that impossible place and towards an unknowable future.
Before, the unknowable adventures had always seemed safe because the Doctor and his magnificent machine were constant and undefeatable. But now that the man had been separated from that extraodinary box, the future was suddenly unpredictable, lonely and foreboding.
They sat together, the Doctor and his Rose, in that escape ship, flying far away from Hell and into Purgatory without the ship he called the TARDIS.
It had seemed that the Doctor always knew the events of the future, but for all his wondrous knowledge he had not seen this, could not predict, would not even contemplate. But there they were and ahead of them lay a new kind of life and new adventures together, always together. For who was the Doctor without his Rose? But then again, who would the Doctor be without his ship that could fly through space and time? And who is Rose now? An outsider in this time without her family or familiar surroundings. The only constant now is that they have each other. Nothing else of any consequence.