Author's Note: To much of the Doctor Who fandom, Canary Wharf is synonymous with 'why the hell would you write that?' Or maybe that's just me. However, let's cast a rather boring question into the exciting life of the Doctor. What if Canary Wharf had gone exactly as it was supposed to? What if "Bad Wolf" was a fairytale at the back of Rose Tyler's mind and she'd never heard of the Norwegian beach? What if the Doctor's heart was not broken?

This idea has been gnawing at the creative meat of my mind for some time and I thought I would share it. I would like to write a disclaimer in that I have no idea where I'm going with this. Please expect delays and writer's block. I will try my best to keep the story moving or end it quickly. Oh, and I don't own Doctor Who or any of its characters, etc.

Enjoy, Seph

"Hold on, Rose!" The Doctor had his arms locked around his clamp and his eyes locked on the woman across the room from him. "Just hang on! It'll close soon!" he screamed over the gale. His eyes squinted against the rush of wind that howled around them and Rose's hair flew about her face. A Dalek swept through the broken windows and narrowly missed colliding with her on its final flight into the Void. The Doctor felt one of his hearts stop in fear as another Dalek crashed past them, carving a gash in the concrete floor. He heard them screaming and wished it was over. He braced his trainers against the lever's stand to hold his ground against the torrent.

Then out of the howl he heard his name and looked across the room to see Rose staring at him with those beautiful brown eyes. She called something to him, but he couldn't catch it. His eyebrows crinkled in confusion and she laughed. That was Rose. She was the only human he knew that would laugh at a time like this.

The Doctor looked back at the glowing white expanse of the Void and a great crackling noise began. There was creaking and scraping and the noise of crumpling paper then the glow of the Void was gone.

The Doctor collapsed onto the floor with a groan. He heard Rose's moan across the room and he looked up across to her. She was stirring barely, no doubt exhausted from clinging for her life. The Doctor just wanted to lie there, but he knew he couldn't. He had to make sure she was alright. He pulled himself to his hands and knees and crawled across to the blonde-haired young woman on the floor. "Rose?" he asked quietly. He reached out and laid his hand on her head.

She moaned and lifted her head. She blinked up at him blearily. "Did we do it?"

The Doctor chuckled exhaustedly, "Yes, they're gone."

Rose smiled and closed her eyes in a dead faint.

Only slightly concerned, the Doctor rubbed his face in his hands to try and start some sort of thought process. Right, he thought. Rose, TARDIS, now. With all the strength he had, and some extra from the adrenaline, he got on one knee to better get up. He rolled Rose over onto her back and scooped her up in his arms. One arm behind her back and one behind her knees, he heaved to his feet, being careful to keep his balance. Her head rolled to rest on his shoulder and the Doctor began his way to the TARDIS.

They were safe. Earth was safe. They could rest. For now.

A/N: What do you think? Please review and let me know! ~Seph