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Rose fell though the cracks and ended up with a better life, a life of love and family. He lost her, but she kept a part of him and lived the life they could have never lived. It broke his hearts and yet he was happy. He lost her, but she was safe, she was protected, she was where she was meant to be.

Amy had followed Rory and it broke his heart. He could visit the others, even if they didn't know, he watched them move on, fall in love with the world and with others, he watched them grow old, and he left blue orchids on their graves. But he could never watch his lovers who waited, his roman and his red-head were gone, torn away by time itself. His Ponds were gone, nothing and nobody had ever been truly gone before. It torn at his hearts, he had lost them, he failed to keep them safe, it was his fault.

Time was not ever something that was easily quantified in the vortex, or really ever when it came to The Doctor. It had to have been one earth-year that the T.A.R.D.I.S. drifted, weeping with her thief. He had never been lost before, only on the next adventure finding a new way to get someplace, never had he sat still for so long. The Doctor didn't sit still, he burst with the energy of a newborn galaxy, he tinkered, he imagined, he fixed things. But The Doctor was broken and utterly alone with all of existence ahead of him. She was his protector, his Sexy, and she would make sure her their remembered their secret.