A/N:

The following, although relevant to this piece of Fanfiction, is not an author's note that you have to read, just an explanation. So, feel free to skip this author's note, if that is what you want to do, and dive straight in to the story.

So, those of you who are still with me, this is my first Fanfic in this fandom. Although I am not new to the revived series of Doctor Who, (the series beginning in 2005, with Christopher Eccleston playing the ninth Doctor) I am new to writing Fanfics about the show. A few months ago, I trailed through the Doctor Who Fanfiction archive and I immediately felt inspired to write my own.

That being said, I have – unwittingly – taken a huge task upon myself by writing this. Just writing down all the thoughts and ideas I had pertaining this story, took longer than expected and became a little complicated and full of plot twists that my head hurt just a little. Now, I don't know whether it will be that confusing to you, my readers (if I get any), or if I'm just a little stupid, so we'll see.

If, whilst reading this story, you feel like any of the characters are behaving out of character, please tell me in a review. I would hate to disappoint potential readers with the lack of in-character details.

DISCLAIMER: The BBC owns 'Doctor Who', its dialogues, plot-lines and character names. All other plot-lines, characterizations, and details belong to the author: xForbiddenLoveBitesx

Happy reading…

The Doctor watches as his oldest, greatest and deadliest enemy is plunged into oblivion.

A strong wind whistles in his ears as they sail past, accompanied by the sound of smashing glass as Daleks and Cybermen alike are pulled forcefully through the windows of The Torchwood Tower and into the expanding invisible gap on the wall. The Doctor grips his magnaclamp with more strength, struggling to stay in place due to the pull of the Void.

A sense of glee washes over the Doctor at the downfall of his oldest enemy, a triumphant high that always leaves him frivolous. "The breach is open! Into the Void! Ha!" He shouts, struggling himself to even hear as the wind continues to roar.

The Doctor glances over at Rose and finds her beaming at him, the wind whipping her hair around her face. In that moment, the Doctor is immensely grateful that she is still here. His actions a few minutes ago – and the whole of their time together – should have made her stay away; it should have made her walk away from this precarious life he leads and remain safe – and happy he forced himself to think – away from him. For a reason that he denies himself into believing every second she is with him, his hearts had clenched painfully at the thought of never being able to see her again. He would never again hear her delightful laughter ring like pealing bells throughout the TARDIS, never again see the way that her eyes lit up in anticipation for an adventure, or her smile, always warm and full of compassion that it made him want to grin along with her. Yet, after sending her away – again – she returned to him, joking as she always does to lighten the mood. Time and time again, he sends her away, and every single time she returns to him, whatever the situation. The Doctor was starting to think that they really were inseparable, as Rose had suggested.

As soon as he had thought this, he knew he would regret it. An old Earth saying popped into his head at that given moment, a thought he wished to banish: 'Don't say that, you'll jinx it.' Things will almost certainly go wrong if you wish they won't. It was an old, unforgivable law the Universe abides by, a law that was spread across universes and galaxies, making the strongest of men regret even the simplest of hopes.

The spark of electricity sounding through the room is the first indicator. The smile on Rose's face disappears as she checks her leaver, it slowly moving back into the off position. The Doctor's face moulds into an expression of dismay as the computer announces 'Offline' and the suction from the Void lessens, the smile that previously graced his face long gone.

"Hold on!" The Doctor pleads as Rose reaches for the leaver.

She strains to reach it, keeping a steadfast grip on the magnaclamp as she stretches towards it. Her fingers brush the leaver, yet she is too far away to pull it back into position. The Doctor watches, his eyes flickering from his companion to the breach, a sense of dread curdling his stomach. His eyes are focused on Rose as she falls into the leaver, her grip on the magnaclamp forgotten. He grips his magnaclamp tighter, watching in desolation as she struggles to pull the leave back towards her, his breathing increasing as he watches on, helpless to the events unfolding. Rose slides across the floor, changing tactics, and starts to push the leaver away from her, all the while trying to keep from loosening her grip and falling into oblivion. She whimpers in exertion, the leaver finally sliding back into place. As it nears, Rose looks up at the Doctor, and he sees determination set into her eyes. She pushes the leaver into position and the suction increases again, dragging in the Daleks and Cybermen once more.

The Doctor looks over to his companion in fear, reaching out an arm as if to steady her, shouting in desperation, "Rose, hold on!" He can see the effort it is taking her to do as he asks, her whimpers and cries shattering his hearts. "HOLD ON!" He screams, his emotions overwhelming him. The Doctor watches in terror as she cries out, her grip slipping as her body is pulled towards the Void. "ROSE!" He screams out her name as she flails, her arms still reaching towards the leaver, her own screams echoing in the room.

A shape appears in the room, forming in front of the Doctor's eyes to reveal Pete Tyler, arms outstretched to catch Rose. Rose, now safely in the arms of Pete, glances over her shoulder at the Doctor, her face unreadable in the second it was there. Pete pushes the button on his dimension jumper, vanishing, sending him and Rose back into the parallel world. The Doctor just stares at the place they had been, his breathing laboured as he comprehends what has just happened. The breach closes itself, with a noise like rustling paper, and the wind slowly fades into nothing.

The Doctor, having let go of his magnaclamp, walks slowly up to the wall. He reaches out one palm towards it, laying it flat against the white expanse, holding it there. His head joins his hand as he tries – in vain – to reach his companion on the other side, any way to be closer to her. After a few minutes, he lets his hand slide down the wall, a thousand thoughts running through his head all at once.

One thought is in the forefront though, stabbing at his mind like a knife, a painful ache that tackled his senses, emerging victorious in their defeat of his hope, his happiness, and his joy.

Rose is gone…

And there is no way of getting her back…

A/N:

So, there you have it, my first chapter in this multi-chapter story that I hope you will continue reading.

I would like to clarify that this is only the first chapter of this story and there is a lot more to come. I know I left out some dialogue in the Doomsday scene but I wanted to covey emotions more than what they were saying – if anything – and so I missed some of it out.

I will hopefully see you next chapter and, if you have time, click the review button for me. I know this is said over and over but reviews honestly do help and brighten my day considerably, so please could you review this chapter for me.

xForbiddenLoveBitesx