Yay! At long last, here is the promised one-shot, set between The Runaway Bride and Smith and Jones. Starts off a little bit angsty, but soon turns (hopefully) hopeful. I may include parts of this within Just Another Impossible Thing, as parts of this are relevant to some ideas I have.
Anyway, enjoy and please R&R, it means so much to me :D
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"Well you could always -" hesitancy struck the Doctor, unsure of whether to finish the request.
"What?" Donna had always been forthright, ever since she was a child. The Doctor decided it was not or never, fearful that he may never speak the words again, to Donna or any other person who so happened to cross his path.
"- Come with me?" although it was more of a casual request, the yearning in his voice was unmistakable, making the Doctor appear a child pleading for help.
That was three days ago; three faceless days that had blended for the Doctor into an endless eternity. She was gone, and as impossible to reach as Gallifrey. For all intent and purpose, it felt to the Doctor as if she had died in the dreadful war. His beautiful Rose. He could not shake the last image he had of her: standing on a desolate beach, the wind swirling through her hair, her family standing a ways behind her. He always kept thinking back to that last moment where the gap between the universes had sealed. He was so close. So close to baring his hearts for the first time he realised he was the only hope of an end to the Time War. If only he didn't babble on so much! He had given himself plenty of time, and yet had squandered every last second!
"Such a sorry excuse for a Time Lord, that's what I am. When it truly came down to it, I couldn't even find a moment to tell her how much she means to me. How much I love her."
The Doctor dragged himself up from where he had lain the last three days on the metal grating that served as the Control Room floor. the TARDIS hummed at him with concern: she had been helpless but to watch her precious Doctor lie comatose for three days. She had felt his deep, fathomless, sorrow which had worsened every time his mind had wandered to that horrendous last moment on that beach. As the Doctor numbly set the controls back to Earth, the TARDIS lamented the loss of the spark in his eyes.
" Oh my precious Theta, if only you could see how much the universes want you with her. You failed to realise that the Oncoming Storm and the Bad Wolf together is a fixed point in time, more so than any other fixed point. She is still your future my precious one; calm your aching hearts, for I will find her a way back to you."
The TARDIS quietly checked the vortex again. That little piece was still missing, too small for the Doctor to notice, but definitely missing. Only the TARDIS knew where that missing part of time and space could be found, nestled deep in the soul of one Rose Tyler. Oh her precious Theta believed he had removed the vortex from his companion, but the TARDIS only let him think this for she had ensured a small part remained always. And as long as Rose's soul still held on to that tiny piece of her true universe, she would always be able to find a way home.