White.

That was the only way to describe the place Rose Tyler found herself when she opened her eyes. The endless nothing that stretched infinitely in every direction was the purest form of the color she had ever seen, and immediately felt self conscious about her bright green running shorts and pink t-shirt. It was ridicules considering there was no one else but her, still she couldn't help feeling as if she was the only defiled object in this never ending space.

What happened?

The question did not come from her, but seemed to resonate throughout the entire space she was in. Rose was startled, but decided the ominous voice fit in quite nicely with wherever she was.

"I was…well we were…"Rose stopped as she pondered over the question.

"I have no idea." It was the truth, and while normally Rose would never admit something like this, there seemed to be no point in lying to whatever was talking to her. Besides, ten quid says this whole thing is just her imagination and she had hit her head while running.

Running.

"I-I was running!" Rose had no idea how she knew this, but it was the only thing she was been certain of since arriving in wherever the heck this place was.

"Well I could've told yah that." The bubbly voice with a heavy cockney accent was the last thing Rose expected to hear from behind her. Slowly she turned around and felt her breath hitch at the back of her throat. Standing in front of her was a grinning nineteen year old with a pink Punky Fish jacket and blue jeans.

"Is the subject reacting positively to the drug?"

There was a pregnant pause while the brown haired woman in front of him considered the question.

"Depends."

"On what."

"The next twenty minutes."

The man nodded seeming used to her curtness and swiped his access card across a scanner allowing him to leave the small medical room.

The woman, finally alone, leaned against the chair she was seated on and rubbed absently at her temples. She knew that this project was of uttermost importance to her superiors and she really needed to start acting like she was as interested in it as the others were. Absently she pulled the pink notebook out of the pocket inside her lab coat and a small smile whispered over her lips as she ran a finger over the cover. She only wished she had more time to work on-

Her musings were cut short at the sound of a small moan, and instantly she was by the side of the woman who issued it. Lying on a raised metal slab in the center of the room was the mysterious woman who appeared out of thin air two years ago. The doctor currently attending her however didn't care about any of that. After administering a second pain killer, she walked back over to her chair next to the table.

"Rose Tyler," The woman whispered, taking her limp hand. "I am so very sorry."

"So," Rose finally began after staring at the girl for a few seconds. "You're my subconscious." The tone in which she spoke, indicated that it was a statement not a question.

The younger version of her smiled in a slightly pitying way, as if she was going to have to explain something to someone she knew wouldn't understand.

"Look, I know what happened! I obviously had something traumatic happen to me and you're just something that my brain worked up! It happens all the time! David from work got hit in the head by one of those sludge alien things back in December, and he was in a coma for a week!" Rose was growing slightly more hysteric as she saw no change in the girl in front of her. "He-he says he saw his dead dad who told him to stop wasting time and just ask Julie to marry him, and that his car keys were under the couch!"

Rose didn't know when the tears started; she just knew that they wouldn't stop. Slowly she sat down on the white flooring and glanced up through blurry vision at the younger version of herself.

She knew as soon as she saw her that she wasn't in a coma. As soon as she saw those clothes and her nineteen year old face, she knew she wasn't dreaming. Those clothes were what she had worn when she had looked into the heart of the Tardis, when she had taken on all of time and space to save the man she loved, the moment she had become something bigger than she could have ever possibly imagine.

But Rose was tired.

She was tired of trying to remember what it felt like to be completely happy and innocent and in love. She was tired of having to accept that she was stuck with this second rate life and that nothing will ever change that so she might as well buck up and move on.

But most of all Rose was tired of things happening in her life in which she had no control. She had been taken from the man she loves, thrown into a parallel world, and left wondering if all those feelings she was positive he had for her were nothing but youthful Romanticizing on her part.

The appearance of her past self was just too much.

She figured that an impossibly white empty world was the perfect place to finally have a good sob. The comforting arms that slowly enveloped her were just a bonus.

"She has quite a bit of brain activity."

"I noticed, start the scan right away, I would like to compare before and after."

There were four doctors working diligently around the body of Rose Tyler. Operation had not yet been approved by headquarters so the medical professionals were taking as many tests as they could without damaging the body beyond what was reparable.

The brown haired woman was looking on from above. There was a large sheet of glass that separated her from what was going on below. As hard as she had tried she had not been eligible for clearance to sit in with the doctors and "Observe the technique initiated by the senior staff members." She had really just wanted to make that no one tried anything harmful on the girl while she was unconscious. However as she could do nothing to help Rose Tyler from this position, she decided to indulge in her side project.

She had found the notebook in a café four years ago. She hardly ever visited this particular place, considering it reeked of sweat, adrenaline, and pain. It had been an old boxing ring but the owners had sold it to an indie couple who thought the cement walls and mildewed floors was exactly the type of environment people would like to drink coffee in. Apparently they were right, as the place never had less than ten people in it at all times, and considering it was twenty four hours, that was saying something.

She liked to think that someone had purposefully left it for her, right in the back of the shop at the table with the horrendous green stain on the wall beside it. The light pink of the notebook was what made her notice it at first, as the shop seemed to favor light tones of black and gray. And it was there at that table in her least favorite café that she discovered her salvation.

Rose took a deep breath and glanced to her side where her younger self was sitting.

"I'm ready for whatever you are going to tell me." she said, her tone strong and clear.

Young Rose grinned, and Older Rose was suddenly struck by the how different she looked back then. She saw the slight baby fat that came with just edging out of puberty and still trying to come to terms with her body. The longer blonde hair in need of a good root touch up and trim, and The baggy clothes and sweatshirt that were now in her room on the Tardis located in another universe.

It was then that Rose really looked at the girls face. Her younger self's eyes, while still sparkling and bright, had a sense of timelessness that Rose had only ever seen in the Doctor.

"Wait," Rose began, becoming slightly concerned. "Aren't you being her causing a paradox of some sort? I don't remember ever doing this, or maybe you're a different version of me?"

"You have done this, you just don't remember."

"I don't understand." Rose confessed.

"The Doctor sent me back and I couldn't just let him die, so I looked into the heart of the Tardis." Whispered younger Rose.

"Yeah I know, I did that." Rose said not understanding where this was going.

"I'm still doing it."

There was a heavy silence in the infinity of white as Rose tried to comprehend what was just said.

"Wait, you mean…" Rose remembered the gold light of the time vortex as it had swirled inside her and the beautiful singing in a language she had never heard before. Than her memories ended until she woke up on the ship with the doctor about to regenerate.

"Right now the doctor is battling an empire of Daleks on satellite five, and it's like I can see it yeah know, in the back of my head. But it's like its paused and there other things I have to help with. I can see everything…all that is…all that was…"

Rose nodded, "…And all that ever could be."