A/N. Hi! For those of you who keep telling me I should stop posting new works without having finished some of my older ones – sorry. There are several I don't upload on this website just for that reason. The pairing is... my preferred one. Time Lady Rose must already feel usual for those of you following my works. :) Having both Martha and Donna in a story never fails.

Defying the Impossible

1. Never Ever

"How is he doing, Martha?" Donna was not surprised about the girl shaking her head. It hasn't changed. The Doctor has been on edge ever since having learnt about Rose's intended wedding. In Pete's World, nonetheless.

If the Doctor has ever regretted having acquired the possibility to sometimes get the hottest news from across the galaxies – thanks to Donna's incessant whining and tampering – this was not the case.

Reaching Rose and stopping her supposed wedding was suddenly his primary purpose. If it meant he had to cross the Void, break the impenetrable walls between universes… No matter! Reaching for Rose Tyler, particularly now that he knew their relationship has ignited some of the most incredible changes within her…

Even if he TARDIS has had to first imply, then heavily suggest, then openly show him what was happening – the Doctor never cared about intergalactic rumours. All but that one.

The Doctor was not aware… or could not remember if he had ever warned Rose about how getting married to someone other than the person the bond, no matter if not fully complete, had been formed with might, would make their existence torturous. That was why telepathic bonds were never to be formed lightly.

Rose Tyler, one seemingly lost to the Doctor forever, was getting married… or being blackmailed into doing it. By one going by the name of Adam Mitchell. The young man, at least the version of him living in Pete's World, has been much more than just a plain stupid – for being labelled genius meant absolutely nothing for someone cleverer than any human - individual. Having met and befriended Rose quite effortlessly, the annoying human has attempted employing various tactics to keep her by his side at all times… Still, she refused to share a bed with him, her persistence admirable. He seemed to have agreed on this fairly easily, assured the husband's right to do whatever he pleased to his woman was never to be denied him.

No such thing as an engagement ever took place. Keeping Rose close whenever he could has granted Adam the possibility to learn about her disorders. What better way to convince a flustered woman into marrying him than by blackmailing her? A member of an acknowledged family, the heiress to the Vitex company… Rose Tyler could not allow herself to both tarnish her family's name and give away her powers, ones she kept hiding well enough… until something unacceptable was threatening to have happened.

Golden eyes were a good enough sign for everyone to move away… but Adam Mitchell was not one to be frightened easily, knowing one word from him would ruin her reputation for good.

He did not know one full transformation into Bad Wolf might have meant his demise – but Rose was able to control it, even more now that she knew exactly what sort of changes started taking place within her ever since the first full transformation into Bad Wolf has happened. Back when she was in need of the Doctor to take it away from her... Not any more.

Excitement. That was the emotion. This has meant the TARDIS was either reaching for her or opening their connection enough for her to feel it.

Which meant that the Doctor was actually much closer than he himself had assured her… so long ago. Rose grinned, ignoring the annoying Adam – didn't he have something else to do? completely.

The Doctor knew he had to stop this from happening. No matter how. The Doctor was aware there were ways much more acceptable… and nowhere as dangerous as the ones suggested to him by the ever-knowing TARDIS – but the old girl, not he himself, has come up with these.

There it was. The chance. However, he has known what meant. Not only would he be forced to travel through the vortex without any protection. The TARDIS was determined to risk travelling without some of her crucial settings turned on, just so reaching the other dimension worked – all they needed to do was abandon their everyday, never-consciously-thought-about protective settings, or nature, as the word fit better for humanoids – for the time they were crossing the Void. All of the terrifying stories about it were suddenly rendered meaningless in his head. Rose's safety was all that mattered.

Both Martha and Donna have been warned beforehand about the trip's possible side effects… but neither of the companions agreed to allow him travel on his own. The TARDIS, quite amusedly, locked both of the girls in a tiny chamber, one resembling a lift – but she has been assured that has lessened the possibility for the human companions to be harmed to a minimum.

The Doctor was ready for anything. He believed he was. But when the dangerous trip began, no matter how short it has actually been… The TARDIS has survived it fairly well. Some things were shattered, her circuits probably heavily messed up- But the Time Lord exited the ship a bleeding mess. Some ribs were certainly broken, some wounds were now open in places he was never aware could ever get damaged…

But he felt it now. This was the correct universe. The Doctor knew it - he could feel her, and suddenly the extensive bleeding and barely tolerable pain – he knew that was his fault only – meant nothing. Rose was close, and, judging from the vibes only another Time Lord could catch – she was greatlyuncomfortable. Likely, suffering.

Thanking for whoever has granted him the inspiration to actually put on his coat, as the blood was seeping through the bandages and was eventually – likely, very soon – going to start seeping through all the other layers, he kept going.

Trying to employ his now utterly useless self-healing powers was out of the question. Having checked that Martha and Donna were more or less unharmed, thanks to the TARDIS and the space they were being kept in during the journey, he left them to do whatever they pleased with their time.

Instead, he took a deep breath and started running towards the one he loved, however far she might have been. Not far now, his mind kept encouraging him.

Soon, the Doctor understood that he has had to actually stop and lean on a wall or against a tree to rest or take a breath much more often than an ordinary human being would need to. Only during one of these stops did he notice a terrified young man staring at him… but he has had no time for a chat.

"Must run, sorry," he grinned at the poor lad, the stone walls marked with the blood from one of the wounds the Doctor did not bother paying sufficient attention to. Rose was closer and closer now. After every painful step he took.

He knew Rose would forget everything after having seen him like this. It was not the first time the Doctor has shown himself to Rose badly bruised, because she understood the risks the Time Lord has had to face sometimes – but never like this. Never during her wedding.

Then, he saw her and gasped.

No matter how gorgeous Rose looked in her heavily decorated – very possibly insisted upon by Jackie – white gown, the Gallifreyan sighed heavily. A Time Lady was never supposed to get married in white, not on his planet. White was not considered fitting for such singular occasions on Gallifrey. It was ordinary. Plain. Casual. Which was, he believed, the best Rose could expect when marrying Adam Mitchell. The said man was eyeing Rose almost hungrily… not without a drop of greedy expectation, but certainly without any fond feelings.

Whether he was marrying Rose for the Tyler wealth or for Rose herself, this had to be stopped. Right now.

The Doctor's eyes were now locked to Rose, expecting for her eyes to catch his. She did, suddenly afraid to look the way the intense gaze was following her from.

"Rose?" He muttered, knowing this alone would make her turn at him. She was the only one like him in the multiverse. It was more than natural this much connected and bound them with invisible ties, even stronger when these were strengthened by the always-present feeling of-

Startling everyone, the soon-to-be-bride ran towards him. A safe distance was now kept from the strange man by the guests, even if the majority of them were carefully picked by the Tylers. The Mitchells did not care, as long as their son was to become a part of a wealthy family.

"Not again, Doctor!" Rose has uttered the first words that got on her tongue. He could be so amazing if he wanted to, but not when it came to keeping himself unharmed.

"You're bleeding!"

"Extensively," the Doctor grinned at her, terrifying Rose even more.

"Doctor, are you enjoying this?" She could not back away the thought he was either drunk or strongly affected by some grave experience...a concussion, very likely...

"Just how many limits have I overstepped with this?" The Doctor asked her.

Rose gasped. "No! You aren't telling me this was part of the plan?"

"Of course not!" Not exactly. "I would never, ever do-"

"Never say never, ever..."

Her soft words caught him off guard. She grabbed his hand, aware of his blood dripping onto her gown, but too worried about the Doctor's well-being to care. Jackie was somewhere away, likely as much against the wedding as her daughter. All she had was her firm promise – I won't marry anyone but the Doctor, ever – uttered just two days before. Having decided to have herself a glass of red wine with friends instead of following the action, Jackie has missed it all.

Rose was trying her best to remain sensible. "There's no time to waste- where's the TARDIS? She should heal you? Close your wounds?"

He looked at her in admiration and disbelief. "What about the wedding?"

She shrugged. One way or another, she would have found a way to cancel the wedding, even if at the very last moment, Rose knew.

"Oh, I know," the Doctor sounded uncomfortable. "I have scared your groom away, and I'm sure he'd cancelled the wedding?" He spoke hopefully.

Rose wasn't amused. Instead, she inhaled, terrified. "I'm not having you die from blood loss, Doctor!"

"During the most important day of your life, you mean?" The Doctor was trying to keep their mood as light as he could, only his superior resistant nature allowing him to do this without howling in pain.

A/N. Review? Pretty please?