Standard disclaimers: I don't own any of Doctor Who or any characters herein.
AN: This is a very short fic that developed with a mind of its own. I just love it when the plot bunnies hijack my head.
Prologue
On that cold, windy beach Rose Tyler died. She stared out to where the Doctor's form had just vanished with her name on his lips. Tears coursed down her face. It wasn't fair. It wasn't enough time. He loved her, just as she loved him.
Her mother hugged her and let her cry out her heartbreak, but no one realized that Rose Tyler, simple human girl from London, was dead.
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The Doctor stared at her where Rose's image had vanished. The unspoken words still burned in his throat. It seemed incredibly wrong to let them loose when she couldn't hear them. She had deserved to know how he felt, but all he could do was curse himself for being too slow. The tears shone unashamedly on his face. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cried.
For a split second, he felt the TARDIS join with him in grieving the loss of Rose Tyler. His shock was something he couldn't follow up on immediately due to the appearance of the bride.
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There were pieces of the universe that still needed stitched together. The damage that the Doctor had repaired was impressive, but there was still no way to repair all the fissures that spread out across an entire universe. The damage was just too extensive.
The TARDIS refused to reveal this information to the Doctor. She felt it just too cruel to give him false hope. So instead, she kept shooting him off course, or out of time, trying to catch each tiny crack as they slowly healed themselves.
She knew that the Time Lord was growing irritated with her, but she had her reasons. In spite of himself, he just might end up happy after all.