Time.
Time is never a straight line. It constantly acts like a devious undercurrent, twisting and turning, creating patterns, shapes and hues that no average mind can fathom. It weaves its way around everything that lives within it, fossilizing the Past, shaping the Present and weaving an uncertain Future for everything within its span.
Nothing can escape Time, not even the Past. Especially not the Present or Future. It is engraved in the very fabric of reality. If there were no Time, then there would be nothing, nothing at all. Nothing would ever have been created because Time is its own master, no-one else. Nothing else can control it. But one thing is certain about Time, if anything. Time catches everyone. Everyone.
The Doctor stared absently into empty space. He didn't move his eyes fixed on some faraway image that only he could see. The Consol beeped, and he turned his head listlessly in its general direction, not really seeing the familiar blinking lights. As it beeped again, and a mixture of multicoloured swirls and hexagons appeared on the screen, he stood, leaning heavily on the rail that ran around the perimeter. He pressed a few buttons and pulled a lever, then let his head hang, his eyes closed. This wasn't him; he was merely an empty shell of the vibrant alien-human he used to be. But he couldn't forget, wouldn't forget. About her. Rose.
Oh Rose.
Rose Tyler stared at the computer screen in front of her, not really seeing the Torchwood emblem which bounced off the edges of the screen as the screensaver switched on. She closed her eyes and brought a hand up to rub at them, trying to chase away the images of the Doctor which popped up every time she closed her eyes. It had been the same ever since he left. She always pretended to be asleep when her tears started to fall. She opened her eyes, absently staring at the uninteresting screen. She stood, picking up her stuff; she was supposed to be home by now anyway. She walked out of her office, stopping momentarily to look at the blank wall which had once been the void. She would never forget the Doctor.
Oh Doctor.
Time wove its way, creating and un-creating all within a fraction of a split second. It wound its way between the Doctor and Rose, creating an unseen but entirely real link. The link was the thing which meant that they saw each other in their dreams every night. It was the thing which gave them the small bit of sanity which they clung to.
The very thing which had torn them apart was already creating a new Destiny, one where they would meet again. Their paths in Time were crossed, but for now, the road to darkness always had a way of knowing their names. Soon though, Time would create that new Destiny. And as it wove its way around everything, creating and destroying at the same Time, it once again had to rewrite the Future. Because Time catches everyone. Everyone.
A/N: This is my first FanFiction I've posted on here, so Reviews are greatly appreciated, as is constructive criticism! Thanks.
Disclaimer: All characters are property of the BBC, and I own nothing except my imagination, and the plot.