There are rifts in every time, in every dimension. Somewhere. Out there. Beyond the places that exist in what you can only imagine are dreams. It's true though, everywhere there's gaps that can lead you to another place.

A chill went through the air, goosebumps rising from exposed skin. Below over a floor of thick glass the earth was split, shadows rising from what could or could not be an empty grave.

It had been too long, far too long and there was nothing else that she could do, nothing else that she could feel. Amber coloured eyes stared into the darkness, her own eyes taking on the depth of shadows. She could feel it travel in her veins like ice.

She took a deep breath and sat down staring at a blank white wall. A wall she refused to let anyone touch since Pete and her had taken over Torchwood. Rebuilt Torchwood. Made it thrive. Turned into something good.

A door opened to her right, footsteps following her path, almost. Those feet would not cross the glass floor, but only stopped where the glass met concrete.

"Rose?" She hummed in response and stared underneath her again. The rift just a few yards below her. Her heart ached. It had been five painful years, but she tried so hard to let her own light shine through. Only now there was nothing but shadows left, drowning her light out, her love for the world around her. Her soulmate having been yanked from her life or vice-versa really and she had been trapped in this dimension.

"Rose, you have to eat something…Sleep some…It's been two weeks.." Rose shuddered. Two weeks since Mickey died. Two weeks since her brother and mother were rescued by Pete and herself.

"I know…" Her heart sank into her stomach, bile came up to her throat. Pete stared at his other-worldly daughter. She had lost too much, gained few things back, but she still had love to her.

The Doctor couldn't save her anymore, Pete thought. No one could, not even her mother and brother who they had gotten back after being kidnapped and taken for three months. Pete couldn't even begin to think of where to start. They had tried so hard to get her back to the Doctor after Bad Wolf Bay.

More so once they had figured out that there was 6 in their little family now and not just five. His son would have had another baby to play with, to grow up with, someone that would have kept Rose's light within her. Sadly Rose had lost her and the Doctor's child somewhere around the seven month mark. That's where she had started to really go downhill.

Multiple time they had tried to reopen the rift below Rose if only to get them together, to help her heal. Even the Doctor himself had to have needed to heal. Though Rose had stressed the Doctor hadn't known she was carrying his child… Pete's resolve was wavering and at last he turned away. In his bones he could feel something wasn't right, they were losing her and pushing wasn't helping at all.

"Whenever you're ready…" Rose nodded at him as he left the room. The room where she began to lose everything.

Rose sighed, tapping at the lass beneath her. One of the glass pieces was made to open into the dead rift, the closed rift. She wanted to scream into it. Into eternity. Rose curled into a ball on her side and hummed as tears began making their way across her face. Broken and tired. So very tired. She had lost him… and her baby. Something she hadn't been able to tell him at the last minute because he too had already lost so much.

Her fingers made their way to a rather large lock and seal. All it would take to make it go away was to open it and just fall. Fall like she had thought of so many times. Now it wouldn't matter if she wasn't able to use the rift. She just wanted the hurt, anger, loss, guilt to end.

The Doctor wouldn't have wanted her to do it, do this, but he wasn't here. He would never now. Her mother had Pete and her brother to love and worry about now. Rose was just… empty anymore. She knew she would be missed but at least with herself gone they wouldn't have to worry about her anymore.

Rose stood to the side, ignoring the change in the air as she ripped open the 3x3 window to the floor. Empty space stared back at her. She had tidied everything up before she came her. Even put on some descent clothes.

Taking one last look at the blank white wall to the side she shivered at the cold and with one deep breath stepped into the empty space below her. Falling…Free… Flying almost. Tears went up the faster she fell into darkness. Eyes closed she hadn't even seen the Tardis key begin to glow and her surroundings begin to turn from black shadows into a multitude of blue, white, purple, pinks, reds, oranges, yellows… Emotional and mental pain was shattered into pieces as her body fell apart in sparks of light.

Her eyes screwed themselves shut for what felt like forever before her back met what felt like grass. Honey eyes shot open to a sky only described once by her Doctor. Silver leaves floating in the atmosphere. She held her breath. This was death? Death had taken her to Gallifrey?

Unsure she stood up and looked around eyes taking everything in. It was harder to breath than normal but that was nothing new to her. She did a full circle gaining her bearings. Something like birds flew over head. She followed them, for what seemed like hours into an open field. Somehow she found her way to a stream and took a long drink.

The Tardis key around her neck began to burn into her skin. Taking it out she stared at it, her eyes taking in the gold glow. Her body began to ache everywhere, but her senses multiplied.

What in the stars had happened? She really was dead wasn't she…Everything around her seemed to unbelievable. She imagined being dead wouldn't hurt quite so much. Nor would she still feel so alive in her own body. Feet shifted she kept along the field which to every side seemed to be in the middle of those red mountains… Reevaluating her spot she decided a meadow wasn't a bad place to spend her afterlife at least the beginning of it.

The bird like creatures approached her and twittered to get her to move on farther.

Where on earth was she supposed to go from there?

She felt a tickle in her head.

Up the mountain of course! To the Citadel you yellow and pick thing…

Oh she most certainly had to be dead…

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