Disclaimer – I own neither DW nor the artistic musings of the Arctic Monkeys…at least in this dimension. All that is mine in this particular realm is the idea to blend the two worlds together. In the meantime, I'm going to try to get through each song on their 'AM' album. Wish me luck and I hope you'll stick with me on this journey. :-)

"Introduction"

Rose cried. Tears of pain, compassion, empathy and joy trickled down her glowing face as her mind bubbled with the images.

"…The sun and the moon, the day and night…but why do they hurt?"

"The power's gonna kill you and it's my fault!" The Doctor, 9th to be exact, cried out, guilt lining his every word.

"I can see everything…all that is…all that was…all that ever could be." Rose looked at the man she had come to love and somewhere in there, she knew her love for him would be forever, despite the multiple possibilities within the universe.

The Doctor stood up, awed that someone else finally understood things on the same level as his own Timelordish nature did. Quickly though, he remembered that Rose wasn't a Timelord. She hadn't been brought up to appreciate such knowledge in such vast quantities. Understanding and empathy shone in his bright blue eyes. "But that's what *I* see. All the time. And doesn't it drive you mad?"

Rose nodded, silently agreeing that it was overwhelming on so many levels. "My head…" Her voice rose.

"Come here." The Doctor said, his voice filled with the promise of relief.

"…is killing me." Rose's voice trembled with the pain of her human neurons trying to process a universe's worth of knowledge and awareness.

"I think you need a Doctor." His voice dropped a bit as he realized what needed to be done. Granted, he had wanted to do this for some time, as well. It was just a shame that it was under such circumstances. He knew what would more than likely happen as result, but if it meant saving Rose, he was more than willing to give up this existence for newly regenerated one. The question was whether or not Rose would be able to handle it. He hadn't really prepared her for this possibility of travelling with him.

Their lips met softly.

The kiss was everything he had hoped…known…it would be. Rose was his…not just physically…but mentally, and even emotionally – if one was to acknowledge that Timelords had emotions. The gold-colour dust that swirled about in the Time Vortex recognized the Doctor as being more suited to handling its power and slowly ebbed and danced from Rose into the native of Gallifrey.

Despite the Time Vortex's willingness to leave, that didn't stop the Doctor from tightening his hold on Rose. His arms pulled her ever so closer and he delighted at feeling her shift willingly into his body.

Rose's mind was emptying on so my levels. She could feel the power of the Time Vortex leaving her, trailing a mental vacuum along behind, but to feel the Doctor's mouth on her own, to feel his arms wrapped securely around her, to find comfort as his body protectively melded against hers, those sensations were leaving her mind in a complete and utter state of glorious disarray.

Slowly, almost sadly, the two parted and drew back, the last remnants of the Time Vortex swirling from Rose to the Doctor. Traces of what could be lingered in her mind and had left her stunned. She knew she had a future with this man yet not this man. She didn't understand. Her lips tingled from that one kiss, filled with passion, promise and despair. How could a kiss have despair? She didn't understand that either.

It was all quite…overwhelming…and her brain shut down. Slowly, the world around her darkened and she felt her body crumple into something solid. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew the Doctor had caught her. Safe in his arms, once more…and forever.