A/N: Hey So this is a Broadchurch X-over with Doctor who this will be a series i'm Currently working on more chapters to this story and will try to post every 2 weeks. A HUGE GIGANTIC Thank you to My beta Bunni-Meiru. I cant even tell you how much she helped me on this. Thanks So Much!

Standing at his grave, Rose struggled to comprehend what stood before her, steady breaths and gentle tears trickling down cashmere cheeks. She peered helplessly up towards the dreaded stone bearing her deceased husband's name.

…'Jonathan Noble, 3/25/1978- 12/13/2014.'

"I know that you wanted me to have a fantastic life," she began, a sob escaping her trembling lips, "But I don't see how I can do that without you..." Amongst reading the tombstone once more, searching for something- anything to grasp this turn of events to no avail, her shaky legs betrayed her, collapsing next to the source of her despair.

She didn't acknowledge the newly formed scratch on her wrist, the dirt invading her hands, or even the taunting snow threatening hypothermia. No, none of that mattered. Her face crumbled, tears violently making their way past her red, puffy eyes. Sniffling, Rose feeling distressed, grief stricken and disheartened

After allowing five minutes to collect herself, Rose wiped the salty tears from her billowy cheeks. Again, she gazed into the inky sky and prayed to all the gods she didn't believe in."... I'm begging you," Her voice cracked, "For one more miracle…"

With a brief pause only to fill her deprived lungs with oxygen, she continued "Why?" she inquired softly into the the night sky which relentlessly showered its own tears in return. After a final withering gaze at the tombstone, with inconceivable willpower, Rose managed to pull herself from the ground to her aching feet, muscles protesting against her demand.

Her heart utterly shattered, putting one foot in front of the other as she began to haltingly step away from the grave. Her body revolted against every step, legs straining to keep her upright as walked through the beaten trail of gravel and dirt that lead a path to her car. Rose wrapped her throbbing arms around her trembling body and scanned her surroundings with remorse. Grave after grave littered with names of people who died of sickness, accident, or war, flowers resting in the dirt to compliment the engraved names.

With her body feeling numb, she continued along the path until she reached the entrance of the cemetery. Turning around, Rose studied the name written in cold grey metal above her: 'Bad Wolf Cemetery'.

Granting a small heartless chuckle to the sign, her whiskey colored eyes turned dark with anger and dejection. 'The universe still taunts me even when he's gone…' she thought to herself. She gently flipped herself around and walked towards her car. Her muddy hand grabbed the door handle and swung the door open. Rose sat down in front of the black wheel, placing her hands on it; leaning forward to rest her head.

That was her last action for a while as dry sobs tormented her aching body. Her throat was hoarse and her eyes puffy as her mind shut down and fell into a fitful sleep on the steering wheel.