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And there Rose Tyler stood, facing every incarnation of the Doctor there will ever be and ever was. Every face, every laugh, every smile, every two hearts, all in the same room.

She realized as she looked along and analyzed their faces, each newer generation looked sadder. The last one could barely look at her, and when he did it was a fraction of a second. In that fraction she could just see the few silent tears run down his face.

She had never seen the Doctor cry. She had seen him enraged, happy, determined, playful, depressed, but never crying. Never had Rose Tyler seen tears run down the Doctors forever changing face, but now she had.

"How am I here?" She called out to all of them, hoping they'd answer. They all knew her, but she knew but two.

"Rose, you… you're dimension jumper it went wrong. We all can't be here, not at the same time. How can we? You're spread between every universe right now, every universe we're in. And Rose… you're dying." The familiar voice reached out to her, choking on the last words. She turned to him, and watched as a single tear ran down his face and dropped on his pin striped suit. His hair was as messy as ever, but his face… oh his face. His face was long with sadness because it was only then she realized what was happening to her.

She was split between every incarnation of the Doctor, perhaps it was actually just parts of her, an arm, a leg, or perhaps it was all of her. 50 versions of her spread throughout time and space dying in front of the Doctor, as the Doctor desperately tried to wake her and bring her back to life. But every time it failed, and every time was another time the Doctor had to watch her die.

At first it was just a girl he couldn't save, a small blonde girl in strange clothes for the time. But then it became knowing her, and meeting her and soon that small blonde girl turned to something tragic to something brutally painful.

Rose walked over slowly to the last incarnation of the Doctor and turned his face to hers. Tears ran down his pale face, dripping off his square chin. His blue eyes looked tired and sad, although he only look perhaps 30, and carried the weight of millions of days.

"Is there a way?" She whispered to him?

He looked her in the eyes. "You ask this every time, and every time i've watched you. And I say these exact words each time." The Doctor paused, shaking his head sorrowfully. "No, you can't be saved this time my Rose."

"No there has to be a way!" Backing away from him she turned to every other incarnation of him. "Well, any ideas?"

"Rose," Ten whispered to her so gently. "Come here Rose," He stretched out his hand for her. She took it gracefully.

"I have watched you die nine times already, and all of those times it was before I met you. And when i met you i took you with me because i knew you. You were the beautiful blonde girl who had been killed by dalek, cybermen, zygons, ood, and last you were lost in the time war. You were the girl who was truly impossible but yet i know how, but i forget every time.

"But Rose Tyler each time I'm here i realize something, you can't be saved." Ten's voice dropped so low you could barely hear him speak. "I have to live this 50 times, in 50 different bodies, and you only have to die once. But you have to choose, which Doctor will you choose this time?"

"You, I choose you." He nodded, and put his fingers on her head.

Suddenly they were back in the TARDIS, although to them it seemed like they never left. The small pink and yellow girl, and the Doctor now surrounding her did not recall the vast open space in with every incarnation stood. They did not remember what would happen to Rose Tyler if she was not saved.

Rose hadn't been here in years, of course. But she had gotten back, just like she wanted, and find the man she wanted- the Doctor.

The tall man was hidden under the TARDIS console, his long legs sticking out in weird directions. He had taken off his usual attire, pin striped suit and tie, and replaced it with skinny jeans and a plain TARDIS blue T-shirt.

She remembered when he had gotten that shirt. It was in a shop in the midst of London, she was back visiting her mom and the Doctor's suit had gotten stains on it from the last adventure. Well, the Doctor could have that.

Instead of just washing the piece of fabric like Rose told him to do repeatedly, he insisted on buying a new one, and that the stains wouldn't come out of the old one. Well, mostly, because they were stains and that was stains do- stain.

Anyways, she showed him the shop, the only one that carried his pin striped suit, and they went in.

It was almost split down the middle in the choice of clothing, one half casual and the other formal. Of course she went one way and he the other, and it wasnt very hard to guess who went where.

Rose walked down the aisle and quickly until something blue caught her eye, and she turned back around.

It was just a plain male v-neck t-shirt, but it wasn't the style that had her attention but the color. It was the bluest blue you would ever see in all of your life, even bluer than a perfectly ripened blueberry, and it reminded her of their favorite thing. The TARDIS.

It didn't take long for her to grab the Doctor and show him the shirt, he looked unsure at first but then bought seven of them- one for each day of the week.

"Is it me?" The Doctor held up the v-neck to his chest, "Seems too, i dunno, boring."

"It's the color of the TARDIS, when was the last time you ever considered the TARDIS boring?"

"Well, she's a ship, a quite beautiful one at that, not just some silly shirt." He held it out in front of him, and scanned it over before turning to her. "Would you like it on me?"

"I dunno, haven't seen it on you." She smiled up at him while shrugging her shoulders. "Go and try it on,"

He was in and out of the dressing room in the blink of an eye. "I… I feel naked"

Rose laughed at him as she admired his shirt. "I like it, Doctor, make's you look like one nice bloke,"

A small smile crept on his face as he turned to the worker. "I'll take seven,"

"Seven?" Rose exclaimed.

"One for everyday of the week," He smiled.

Oh she loved that memory, his smile, the shirts, it was perfect. Then again, every moment spent with the Doctor was like that. All of it was surreal, unforgettable.

Suddenly she heard the TARDIS door opened and a strange man walked in wearing a bow tie. He looked around confused and then laid eyes on Rose.

"Rose…" He whispered. "You can't be here that's impossible… You're trapped. You're not real."

"Excuse me, who are you exactly?" She crossed her arms and furrowed her brows together as she leaned forward. How did this man get in here? The door was locked, it was locked.

"He's me, Rose." She turned to the Doctor, now standing up with a grave look on his face. "And if we can both be here, then something terrible is happening."