Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
Rose's father rescuing her from the void had not saved her from falling into another one. The information that should have proceeded logically; the fact that her life had been hanging by a thread and that in a matter of seconds she too would have been engulfed by unending darkness was not in the forefront. Fewer things have defied logic though than the heart's own urges and longings, and in the moment before being transported safely to a parallel world she only saw the Doctor…and he filled every corner of her consciousness before a leap through dimensions would tear her away from him forever. With time passing she would grow more grateful every day for the decision of her father. But in this moment, this very frame of time nothing screamed louder in her heart and mind than the cry of loss. She beat against the wall until her tightly clenched fingers bruised. Sobs wracked her body sapping her strength and she submitted to pressing herself against the wall in a posture of defeat; she could not stand to leave this spot knowing that across time he was near. This was the only place in the world she could be right now, because he was on the other side. She paused for a moment, pressing her hand against the wall willing with every fiber of her being that somehow he would know she stood near to him. Was it possible that he could feel her presence on the other side? If there was one thing left she could do, she would offer comfort—despite the agony of separation that barraged her she wanted more than anything to help the Doctor, to be his steadfast "mate" one last time. She knew her thinking had nothing to do with realistic rules in the matters of time and space but she hoped, wished and prayed he would be right there with her on the other side.
