The Doctor stumbled up the ramp inside the TARDIS. Regained balance only when he grabbed the console. He turned switches and levers as his frantic eyes landed on them. His head leaned to the monitor even before his body caught up.

No.

No no no NO!

Scanned the entire planet; nothing. No life signs, no foreign temporal footprints, no Rose. She's gone. No.

He dropped his head, eyes tightly shut, mind tumbling one idea over the other. She's not gone, lost, the Doctor told himself. Wandered off again. She's getting too good at that. A choked laugh broke from his lips.

The Doctor punched the metal that lined the console, abruptly halting his train of thought. His emotions can run all over his every waking thoughts after, and only after, he's considered every possibility.

Now.

To be terribly blunt, the universe snuffed out Rose Tyler. In a bizarre coincidence the Doctor had planned for this to happen, just not so literally.

Although it's the equivalent of blasphemy to his people, the Doctor could utilize the TARDIS to toy with the threads of time. Rearrange it to where the Doctor and Rose's timelines had never weaved into this era. Resulting in any and everyone from 1987 unable to recall the two. However, the changes they made while visiting would remain changed.

In short; a paradox.

So caught in his anger the Doctor didn't want to entertain the possibility till he could see Rose. Because doing this would not only fulfil her selfish desires, rewarding her for standing against to the laws of time, but it would also be the Doctor kicking dirt on Gallifrey's grave. Because the TARDIS would have to maintain the paradox in order for it to exist, eating away at itself, eternally feeding and creating false time. Not only that, but defiling the personal timelines of each individual who became affected by the Doctor and Rose while they sauntered through 1987. It's abuse of power. Dangerous in a way that could tangle time itself. And the Doctor would forever feel it straining against his senses. It's wrong. Went against what he stood for as a Time Lord.

But for Rose... if he could have just seen her. Weigh the repercussions while in her presence, maybe it wouldn't have felt so heavy. He wouldn't have let her off easy, sure, a good scare would do her good. Maybe leave her at Jackie's for a few weeks. Nevertheless, for her, trifling with time became a choice.

Except for the part where he no longer had the luxury of options.

In a manner of speaking nature took it's course. The timelines couldn't stand Rose. So, it kicked her out metaphorically, and physically. Where she ended up is not both inside and out of a paradox, safe like he intended, but anywhere. Anywhere in the entire universe of time and space.

For whatever reason the universe would only accept Rose or Pete. And Pete won.

But where? The Universe can't destroy, only redistribute.

Simple as that.

The Doctor let out a victorious laugh as he danced around the console. Redistributed! Fantastic! He set the coordinates, and aimed for the end of Pete's timeline. Rose herself would be able to exist after the end of his timeline. Basically replacing Pete, like restocking the shelves with old merchandise after all else has been sold.

Huh.

Pete doesn't die too far from Rose's time, roundabout ten years from when they met.

The Doctor exited the TARDIS, half grinning because he could feel it. He could feel Rose's beautiful golden timeline. Then he looked up.

His head jerked back, as if punched.

"Zeppelins?"


It really was just suppose to be what's in the summary, but then my imagination ran off with it and simmered for awhile... I think I should change the summary. Yeah. I'm changing the summary.

Extended Experience: Oh, then, thanks! And thanks again; for the compliment :)

Guest: Guest! Be our guest! That's so Beauty and the Beast, and not a very creative name... I'm a bit morbid so, I'll name you Adric till you fix it. Unless... you like it. In that case, welcome Adric! And thank you! I'm glad to have sparked your interest!