A prologue to the story I'm working on right now. This is just the dialogue from "Journey's End" where the Doctor leaves Rose at Bad Wolf Bay, again. The scene in the middle is a deleted scene.

"You were born in battle: full of blood and anger and revenge. Remind you of someone? That's me. When we first met. And you made me better. Now you can do the same for him."

Rose shook her head tearfully. "But he's not you."

"He needs you. And that's very me."

Donna spoke up, knowing how hard this was on her best mate. "But it's better than that. Don't you see what he's trying to give you?" she asked Rose. Donna gestured toward the Human Doctor. "Tell her; go on."

"I look like him, I think like him. Same memories, same everything. Except I've only got one heart."

Rose swallowed the lump of hope bubbling in her. "Which means?" she asked softly.

"I'm part human. Specific, the aging part…I'll grow old and never regenerate. I've only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you…if you want."

"You'll g-grow old a-a-at the same time as me," Rose restated, disbelieving.

"Together," the human Doctor confirmed.


"Oh and don't forget this….Chunk of TARDIS," the Doctor tossed his Meta Crisis double the bit of TARIDS coral he'd broken off. "Grow your own."

"But that takes thousands of years," the other Doctor complained.

"If you shatterfry the plasmic shell and modify the dimensional stabiliser to a foldback harmonic to a 36.3, you accelerate the growth power by 59," Donna explained quickly.


"Hang on," Rose called when the Doctor and Donna started to leave. The Doctor turned back, the Meta Crisis coming forward as well. "When I last stood on this beach, on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing you said to me?" She gave the Doctor a hard look. "Go on, say it."

"I said Rose Tyler," he replied, voice full of emotion.

She nodded. "Yeah, and how was that sentence gonna end?"

He looked at her meaningfully. "Does it need saying?"

Actually, yeah, it does, she thought to herself. Turning to the other man with the face she loved, she asked, "And you, Doctor? What was the end of that sentence?"

He leaned forward, resting his hand so gently on her arm, and whispered into her ear, "I will always love you." That was all she needed. Of course, she'd always hoped that's what he'd been about to say, but all she'd wanted to was hear it from his lips. Rose grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down into a long overdue kiss, full of passion and longing. It was the beginning of the rest of their lives.