Authors Note: Face claim for the OC is Scarlett Johansson(while blonde) and the Doctor mentioned here is in fact the War Doctor, or as the Eighth Doctor, Paul Mcgann called him, the Warrior.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, if I did Rose and The Doctor would still be together and Amy and Rory wouldn't have went out the way they did and Donna would still remember. So obviously, I don't own it.
Prologue
There were an infinite number of possibilities that the universe could have chosen from. There were ones where Rose Tyler never survived the Battle of Canary Wharf, there were ones where the metacrisis Doctor was born and Rose Tyler stayed with him in the parallel universe.
Then there was hers, the one where the metacrisis was born then unborn, the one where Rose Tyler stayed with her Doctor.
The one where she was brought into existence.
She was the universe's final attempt at getting it right, and boy did she hope that it did.
This was not what she expected to happen when she jumped in. She'd expected to burn up possibly, maybe she'd expected to be able to at least help him before that happened.
What she did not expect to happen was to get plopped right smack into the Time War when she was very much sure that it was in a time lock to prevent it from reaching the rest of the universe.
"Oh no. No, no, no," The no's were coming from her mouth faster than she could think as she looked at the battle raging around her. None of the Time Lords and Ladies around her glanced her way, and that raised instant red flags in her mind.
The blonde ran a hand through her hair before she glanced around her, trying to calm herself down as she tried to figure out what to do, but it felt as if her mind wasn't cooperating, and she soon realized that instead of standing still she was racing towards a blue police box, one that looked only too familiar.
She managed to get through the doors just as the TARDIS started dematerializing, and she grabbed onto the wall, seeking support only to realize that they had already dematerialized.
"Doctor?" She asked the man at the console, but she got no reply, instead the man that she assumed was the Doctor picked up some sort of sack, and as she stood in front of the doors a gasp flew from her mouth as he walked right through her.
What was this? Some sort of coma induced by the Time Vortex?
"Doctor!" She shouted after him as he began walking through the barren desert that surrounded where the TARDIS had landed.
There was a push at the back of her conscious, telling her to follow him, and she did.
It felt as if they had been walking for miles now, but she wasn't tired, and she pitted it to the fact that she probably wasn't even there. She was probably still there, absorbing the Time Vortex and burning up because of it.
Their destination, as it turned out, was a shack. One that looked as if it had been unoccupied for a long time now, the inhabitants probably pushed out by the war.
"This is where it ends," The Doctor was muttering to himself over and over again, and he knelt on the ground, removing a box from the sack he'd been carrying.
That was when she realized exactly where she had landed in the Time War. Not at the beginning, not at the middle.
She was at the very end.
"No! Doctor don't!" She tried to get to him again as the box opened, but her hand passed right through him as if she didn't exist, which she supposed in a way she didn't.
"The Time War ends here," The Doctor stated firmly once more, speaking to no one but himself and then his hand came down upon the button.
The box took only a moment to activate, but she already knew how it would end, and suddenly her eyes flew open to view the vortex around her.
There was a pause as nothing seemed to happen and then a figure appeared in front of her. It was her, but older, and the only way she could tell was by her eyes. They were eyes that resembled the Doctor's, but without all of the pain the Time War had brought on.
"Who are you?" She asked herself, her voice echoing around her.
"I am the Oracle, the you that you are to become inside once you leave this place, though it will not last long, it will still be enough to change you. You have seen the first ending, but it will soon be replaced by a second. Take to heart though, young one, that this is what the man you seek to save has done. The man called the Doctor. Do you still wish to save him?" The woman, the Oracle, asked her.
Really though, there was no other choice, no other decision that she could see herself making. The Doctor had shown her things that no one else had, and in turn she'd sworn to help him no matter the cost.
"Of course."
