Alright last chapter was kind of fluffy fro me but I'm back at it with destroying the Doctor and Rose's lives. Awesome! Leave a review. Also sorry that this took so long to write, but I needed to put in slightly more thoughtful dialogue to get this plot line to make sense. Soon I can get back to what you saw in the first chapter lol. Also Trigger warning, there is a flash to Jimmy Stone and he's... well he's an asshole

"Rose." He dragged out the 'o' before giggling and tripping, when she didn't respond he yelled. "Rose!" He saw the light flick on from underneath their bedroom door. Then he heard a scuffle as the door was pushed open and revealed her. Rose Tyler, he couldn't help but smile and move towards her, which led to him tripping onto his hands and knees. Rose shook her head at what she could only assume was a drunk Doctor.

"Are you alright?" She said, her voice was laced with annoyance. She had dated enough drunks in her life and would not be happy if that's how the Doctor ended up. However when he shot her a puppy dog look begging for forgiveness she cracked, this must just be a fluke. She walked forward and pulled him up before dragging him over to their room. She knew he shouldn't sleep in his suit so she wrestled him out of it. It took about two full minutes to get him out of his clothes and converse and into just a white shirt and his boxers. There was absolutely no chance she could get him into sweatpants so she gave up there and pushed him onto the bed, lightly. He chuckled.

"You've undressed me." He said in a flirtatious tone. "Now I'm just in my trousers." She couldn't help but laugh loudly while she attempted to pull the blanket over him. He rolled around on the bed and stole the entire blanket from Rose. She sighed and attempted to get some of it back. He flipped up and pounced on her, she could smell the whiskey on his breath. He was being foolish and she didn't have time for the rubbish.

"Just go to bed." The words came out harshly and he retreated to his side quickly, returning the covers. She immediately felt rude, he was just drunk. God knows he deserves to forget everything now and then, more than most. He felt terrible. The Doctor doesn't come home drunk to his Rose, the Doctor was supposed to help her. Now here he was being of absolutely no use, what if she had needed his help? He was so selfish, but he had just wanted the pain to go away, if only for a mo. It rang throughout his head nonstop now and he had realized that drinking tended to help more than acetaminophen. So he had begun to hide a flask in his suit. He would spike his tea, not enough to endanger people around him if he was sent on a mission, but enough to take a little of the pain away. Tonight had been an experiment of sorts, he wanted to know how much it would take for all the pain to go away. It had been a long night of drinking. By the time he felt no pain he had almost forgotten his name, that was when he decided it was time to go home.

"I'm sorry." He really wanted to be sorry. He wanted to force her to understand how miserable he felt all the time, he wanted her to know that if there was any other way he would do it without hesitation. He really wanted to be sorry, but he wasn't. She would never understand what he was going through. Rose didn't respond, instead she just rolled over. Her head was pounding and she didn't have time to deal with a drunken man when she was in pain and had work tomorrow.

Rose closed her eyes. She tried to force the pain into a deep abyss of her mind, but there seemed to be no way of doing so. She turned the file over in her hand before opening it up and reading the disturbing words

Classified Mission For Rose Marion Tyler

We have never intended this situation to get so out of hand. We are down to only one option. I hope you understand the reason behind our choice being you. There is no one else in this universe that can save us, you are the only person who has any sort of experience with these creatures. That is why, Rose Tyler we need you to embark on a mission with a very low chance of survival. If you refuse your memory will be wiped after we fire you, you will then be locked in an institution where you will stay until death. There is no other option for us or you. It is of my deepest regrets to tell you that only I, Jonah Tramblin, and you are aware of this mission. The rest of the staff is under the impression that we cleared The Silence in our previous raid, however we were unsuccessful. They have demanded some sort energy that was referred to as Artron. We have no way of receiving this and even if we did we do not believe that this is a material we should allow into their hands. Miss Tyler you are to take this mission alone. You will pack one bad immediately and meet me at the coffee shop that you and your Doctor frequent today at 5:00 pm. If you do not show I will take that as you refusing the mission and the pre-disclosed course of action will be taken. Upon arrival you will receive more in depth instruction on your task. The big picture is to reason with them. We want them to leave us in peace without firing a weapon, however if this is deemed impossible you will be required to destroy parts if not all of their population. Upon seeing them you will forget the moment you turn away. Bring a marker, pen and paper, you must also record your meetings with them. Due to limited connection you will have to meet in person with these creatures. I apologize for any negative outcome this mission takes. I apologize for this Rose Tyler, I hope to not have to explain to the Doctor that he will never know the circumstances behind your death. I hope this motivates you to stay alive as I'm sure you know he would be absolutely heartbroken if you didn't. I send you into this mission with a heart full of regret, please Miss Tyler, fight for your life. We have no way of defending you, this is all on your shoulders.

She placed the file back on her desk, there was no way out of this. If she didn't do it she would lose him and she wasn't sure if he could survive this world without her. If she did it and died he would have no way of knowing what was happening in those final moments of her life. There was only one way that this could go down. She was going to complete the mission and she was going to survive. She would fight tooth and nail, even if it meant losing parts of her. She knew the Doctor was fragile, but she had to leave him. She stood, grabbed her bag, and walked over to his desk and leaned on it with a cheeky look in her eyes. She used little flirts to hide her fear and the pain that shot through her head at a near-constant rate.

"How's my Doctor?" He suppressed a smile, it still always made him happy to be called her Doctor.

"Fine, and you?" He glanced at the bag in her hand, "Taking a half day?" His eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"No, I'm supposed to go out on an emergency mission so I need to grab a bag, I might be gone for a couple days. I don't really have a choice." She looked down so he wouldn't be able to see the fear in her eyes. It didn't matter, he could hear it in her voice, the way it shook on the word 'choice,' something was wrong. He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Stay safe." She nodded, then winced at the pain. He pretended not to notice, a fight right before she left for a mission would make his time without her even more unbearable. He gave her a forced smile and ignored the pain building in his head. It never stopped. How could he let her go when he knew she was lying? She turned and walked away from his desk, the second she wasn't facing him the tears fell down her cheeks. How could she pretend that she would stay safe on a mission with the silence? She shook her head and walked out of the building, there were much more important things that she had to do now. She got into her car and pulled out of the Torchwood staff parking lot, trying to keep her hands from shaking. She drove over to the her beautiful blue house and she smiled at the sight of it. This was where she and her Doctor lived, together. It almost prided her that she had convinced him, the Doctor, to live the slow life with her. Then she remembered that she had pulled him away from the stars and the pride fell into grief. She got out of the car and ran into the house. Upon her entry she glanced over to a clock on the wall and read the time, 3:50 pm. That gave her fifty minutes to pack and fifteen minutes to walk to the shop. She walked over to her room and grabbed a black backpack. It almost looked like the one she had brought into school all of year nine. When they bought the backpack it was almost funny, they decided that they needed to go house shopping when they had been using paper plates more than once. It was the Doctor's idea to get backpacks for work missions and other possible adventures. She pushed away the memory of him riding in the cart covered in junk necessary for living like semi-average humans. However she couldn't help but laugh aloud when she remembered him refusing to get cups. He claimed that mugs were more multi-functional, and so there wasn't a single cup in their house. She began to stuff a few simple items of clothing into it with no idea how long she would be on this mission. She shrugged, you can never go wrong with something easy to hide in, she grabbed mostly black clothes. She looked at her 'work' outfit, so she wasn't the most classy, maybe she liked purple graphic tees. She threw a fitted gray hoodie over the purple shirt and switched out her shoes for laced up black boots that could pass as fancy and she could run like hell in.

"Doctor what have I gotten myself into?" Rose whispered and looked at the floor.

"I don't know, what have you gotten yourself into?" She dropped the bag onto the floor and inhaled sharply.

"How are you- No, why are you here? Doctor, how long have you been here?" She shot out questions at the speed of light. She looked down at his hands and saw the file, one tear was trailing down his left cheek. Every muscle in her body tensed up and she felt the artron flare in her veins. She was the reason behind his pain. She had caused this. Every part of her broke, the tears fell down her face and she choked on air and began to fall to the floor. He rushed forward and caught her right before she hit the ground.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay, we're going to be okay." He stroked her hair in some sort of attempt at comfort.

"I don't want to die alone." She lost all sense of control. "I'm not ready to die yet, certainly not alone." He could only hold her closer. For one of the first times in his long long life, he had absolutely nothing to say. He couldn't think of one damn word to try and help her.

"We could run. Same as we always do, we could run and never look back." He suggested. Her eyes widened. Could she leave behind everything?

"What about Tony, Jackie, Pete, our friends. No, I can't. I have to do this." Her voice was sound with the decision. He wouldn't be able to talk her out of it. She glanced at her watch again, it was 4:23 and she had no time to waste. She looked at him and wiped the tears from his cheeks. "It's all going to be okay." Her voice sounded like a recording, something being forced. Her movements were robotic and she sealed off her mind from all the pain and all the fear, for him. Her eyes glassed over and he knew that she was completely lost. He fell into her touch, hoping this wouldn't be his last time feeling it. He kissed her forehead and whispered quietly into her ear.

"Come home safe, my Badwolf, my Rose." She had sealed off her emotions but it wasn't airlocked. The words got through to her and she fought off the thought of never seeing him again. She ran her hand through his hair and he exhaled lightly, he didn't want to remember her like this; closed off, shut down, and suffering. He wanted to remember her grinning and happy and without a care in the world. He wanted to remember fish faces at the aquarium and picnics gone very wrong when it began to rain. He was so sick of everything he had ending in pain and blood. He wanted to remember that night on the roof. He wanted to see her again with a ring on her finger, with laugh lines cutting her cheeks, with gray hair. He wanted to see her again and now that might get taken away from him too. She stood up and grabbed her bag before she walked out the door. Words previously spoken by himself came to mind. Rose Tyler, I love you. He got up off the floor and walked over to the kitchen and began to pace all over the house. He walked into their room and saw her drawers a mess, he hated that they had scared her into this. He hated that they had threatened his beautiful, kind, caring Rose into something like this. Anger bubbled over and he lost it, he threw his fist into a wall and his hand went straight through it. He stormed into the kitchen with an incurable rage flashing through his entire body.

"This is what I get." He threw some glass bowl to the floor and it shattered into a hundred pieces. "My reward." He gripped the edge of the wooden counter top. "But it's not fair!" he shouted at the sky. Tears poured out of his eyes at a near constant rate. "But it's not fair." The words were quiet, each one inflicting their damage on his heart. The real Doctor wouldn't have let this happen, and this Doctor would never forgive himself if she got hurt because he was too weak. He looked at his hand as the blood flowed freely from the clenched fist onto the counter. It was already swelling and he knew what he had to do,he had to protect Rose. He didn't just have to protect her from Torchwood, he had to protect her from this universe as well. The headaches aren't just normal headaches, there was something changing who they were into these twisted versions of their previous selves. He had two tasks before the vortex did what it truly wanted. Number one: figure out what was causing the pain they both experienced on a daily basis. Number two: Marry Rose Tyler before it was too late.

Rose leaned against the door with her ear pressed against and she nodded solemnly in agreement. It wasn't fair. But neither was this world and he would have to learn that the hard way it appeared. She turned on her heel and walked down the road to the coffee shop. Thoughts and memories swarmed through her head at an alarming rate. She could only think of things to bring her strength right now.

"How long are you going to stay with me?"

"Forever."

If nothing else she needed some sort of comfort to calm down after the intense exchange between her and the Doctor. She was lost in her own little world when she realized she had arrived at the shop, it was 4:57. She walked in and ordered decaf green tea, a splash of milk and two sugars. She knew any caffeine would make her even more jittery than she was already. While waiting for her order, she noticed a man in a black suit looking at her from a dark booth in the back corner. She acknowledged him quickly and thanked the man as he handed her the tea and her change, she dropped the coins into a small cup labeled 'tips.' Her hands shook furiously as she forced herself to walk over to the man and sit down.

"Jonah, I presume." She refused to call him Mr. Tramblin, even if he did pay her salary. He gave her an amused and pitying look. She hated every aspect of this situation. He wore a black suit with thin white pinstripes. Only the third, fourth and fifth buttons of his coat were done which revealed a vest and dark gray button-down shirt. He had a black tie, slicked-back hair with one strand falling into his face and a clean shave. She couldn't believe how young and wealthy he looked. She expected some old guy in a sweater vest with an evil laugh to be sitting there, but here he was. A young man in an attractive suit with a look of regret and humility in his eyes.

"Miss Tyler." He voice was thick with obvious emotion, it was going to be very hard for her to be angry with a man who clearly didn't want to do this. "I believe chit-chat is not in our best interest. The situation is rather simple, we cleared most of The Silence in our first raid, however there is one nest of about ten or fifteen around twenty miles from here. We need you to go in and communicate with them." There was something off about his words, Rose couldn't place it but he seemed like he was hiding something from her. She knew something was wrong so she sent the Doctor a text underneath the table.

Something here is wrong

Jonah didn't suspect a thing as he stood from the table and gestured out the window. Rose stood and followed him out of the shop, her hands trailed the wood siding and she looked at the ceiling lights. It was funny what facing death can do, things that meant nothing before could carry so much potential. The ceiling light was now the beautiful beam that carried an intangible sense of hope with it, Rose ignored the silly thought. Now was not a time to become sentimental, she wasn't going to die, not today at least. They were right next to what she assumed to be Jonah's car when her phone buzzed, she saw that her Doctor had replied and she checked it quickly.

Should I follow you?

Something in her head warned her and she switched off her phone quickly, that was right before she heard a loud bang and felt a flash of intense pain. She was unconscious in seconds.

Rose Tyler was first aware of the pain. She didn't quite grasp anything around except for the pain. It gripped every atom of her existence and tore them apart mercilessly. It took the Bad Wolf and placed her under its command. She stretched her eyes open and quickly took in her surroundings. The room was white, she was on some sort of a table with metal cuffs ensuring that she remained there. She tugged on them to test their durability, it only took one try for her to realize that there was no chance they'd just break. There was a metal door to the right of her, it had some intricate looking lock system. The room was about twenty by twenty feet, a perfect square, with her right in the middle. It was something right out of a horror movie, minus the table of torture tools that should be right near the door for her to view. There was no obvious lighting in the room and yet it was bright. Rose scanned the room again and again looking for some way to get out, but there wasn't any. She twisted her hands, trying to pull them out of the metal cuffs when the door opened. It was a man. He stood about 180 centimeters tall and had light brown hair. His eyes were a sharp blue, like ice. If Rose had seen him on the street she would've gotten a bit frightened, and here he was standing in a doorway to the room she was being held captive in. He walked closer to her and she shivered.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" She demanded to know as he chuckled over her yelling. "Answer me! Why am I here?" He just laughed louder and she felt such fear rush into her veins she couldn't even hold her hands steady.

"My dear you are here for something very, very, very special. Would you like to guess?" She could hardly manage a neutral facial expression and settled for uneasy instead. He waited patiently as she refused to guess. She wouldn't play into his hands, she would wait for him. He leaned right into her ear and whispered quietly, "experimentation!" Her eyes widened. There were no aliens here, no monsters, this was just humanity. Humanity had done this to her and she hated every ounce of it. She threw her entire body into fighting against the restraints and screamed at the man. He screamed right back at her and she realized she wasn't accomplishing anything by acting this way.

"The Doctor will come. The oncoming storm will be here and he will end your pitiful excuse for an existence." Her voice held such a certainty that the man couldn't laugh the comment away. He turned his back to her, just for a moment. Then he shot her a look with those icy eyes.

"That may be true, but will he be here in time to save you? Because last I checked you've been here for six hours and the oncoming storm seems to be a drizzle in Russia." She couldn't show him any fear, she absolutely refused.

"He'll be here, you might have checked on him, but I think you missed my phone." His eyes widened, phones could be tracked so easy these days and he couldn't be caught. He ran out of the room and came back with her bag and a knife. He rustled through the bag, dumping its contents on the floor, before pulling out her phone. Upon flipping it open he saw his worst fear come true, a dozen or so messages and calls from the Doctor. The last one read very specifically for him it seemed.

I don't know who you are, but I know you have my Rose. You've also done an awful job of covering your tracks. If one hair on her head is harmed or one cell in her body is injured you hear this message now, I will end you. If you have done anything to her brain you pray to your God that it is reversible because there is nowhere you can run to. I'll be at your location in one hour.

He dropped it to the ground and smashed it, a foolish act as he knew it was too late. The text had been sent forty-five minutes ago. He screamed incoherent words at the ceiling before walking over to Rose.

"He'll never find me when he has to deal with this." Rose struggled against the restraints and yelled as loud as she could. He touched her head and his eyes shone with such a bright light, she was unconscious immediately as he destroyed and created havoc in her mind. He could hear her screaming in her mind, but he didn't care. He knew that this wouldn't distract him for long enough so he took the knife and dug it into her skin at her jawline. He watched the blood seep through the wound and he dragged the knife down to her chest. He threw the bloodied weapon onto the ground and fled the scene, just in time as the Doctor busted into the room not two minutes later.

"Rose! Rose! No, no, no, not like this. You are not dying today. Not today damnit! Who would do this? Who would hurt you?!" He screamed as he felt the agony in her mind. He ran around the room in some frantic look for a key before coming up with a course of action. He pulled out his phone and dialed 999. It rang three times and he was losing his patience by the time the operator answered the phone.

"This is 999 what is your emergency?" A calm voice said. The Doctor fumbled to come up with the correct words, he needed to give her just enough information but not too much.

"This is the Doctor, I'm at the abandoned hospital in Cheadle. The address is 100 Wimsill- wait no it's 100 Wilmslow Road. I need an ambulance, my friend has been severely injured. I can give you no more information as I am an undercover government employee. How fast can you get an ambulance here?" He spat out the words as fast as he could, angry at himself for forgetting the road. How could he forget the road of one of the most haunted places in Britain?

"We can get an ambulance there in under five minutes, one has been alerted. Sir why is that all the information you can give me? What branch of govern-" He flipped the phone closed, she didn't need to know, the second he flashed Torchwood credentials any questions would immediately halt, of that he was sure. Now he had five minutes to find the damn key. He left the room quickly, regretting every moment he was away from her, he searched each room that was in that wing. He finally came to a room that held some plans from the man and a silver key, he grabbed everything that looked out of place in the room and sprinted towards Rose's room. He shivered at the sight of her on the table but was brought back to focus by the sound of blood dripping to the floor. He unlocked the metal cuffs and picked her up with his left arm, trying to put some sort of pressure on the wound with his right. He spotted her bag and rolled his eyes, he knew she would give him hell if he left it so he snagged that too. He prayed that she would wake up and be able to get upset over having to get a new phone. He ran as fast as he could down two flights of stairs and out the front door, being almost immediately greeted by sirens and relief. Two men jumped out of an ambulance and started firing off questions faster than even the half Time Lord could process. They took her out of his arms and led the couple into the back of the ambulance. He didn't remember much of what happened next.

"But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant Rose."

"Oh, big mistake. Because that name keeps me fighting."

She dragged her eyes open and was immediately aware of the drugs that had previously been holding them down. She blinked in some attempt to clear her foggy vision, then she could see him. Her Doctor.

"Bout time then, eh sleeping beauty?" He shot her a grin as she sat up slightly. "They said once you wake up you're set to go home. Do you want to go home? We've been here so long. I suppose you wouldn't know that, been asleep this whole time. Still, it's been so long. So long. I've missed you, and I was afraid that-" He looked at the floor and shook his head. "That you weren't going to wake up. The doctors said it was really up to you at this point, said you had to fight." She saw the pain in his eyes.

"How long have I been asleep?" She asked the man.

"Three weeks." He winced at the words and she sighed.

"Oh you bastard! You had me worried I'd been asleep for ten years or something! You're such a bloke!" She yelled and swatted him on the arm. He gave her a shocked look.

"Oi! It was a long time taking the slow route, you try standing over a bed for three weeks. Tell me how you like it then." She burst out into laughter and he couldn't hide his small smile. "Oh you humans." He muttered.

"Hate to be the one to say this but you're human too." He pouted. A nurse happened to walk in on this exact scene. The blonde woman who looked more radiant than she had imagined possible from the pale, sick girl she had seen for almost a month. The sad man in the pinstripes with a fake pout covering an obvious smile. The scene almost made her cry. She had never seen the man leave her side, not once. He had always looked so broken, devastated. She could only imagine what had happened to the woman when the government officials had marched in demanding answers from the man. She couldn't imagine what he had gone through over the past few weeks. She heard he had been the one to find her, break her free, and save her life. Now there the couple was, reunited and happy. The man leaned forward and kissed the blonde's forehead.

"Now, now don't go telling people that." He pointed at his head. "Still a bit Time Lord." The words meant nothing to the nurse, they must be an inside joke of sorts. She cleared her throat and walked up to Rose's bed.

"How are you feeling? Any pain around your stitches or head?" Rose's eyes widened as her memory of why she was here came rushing back. She looked at the Doctor with evident fear before blinking away the emotion.

"No, no I feel fine, thanks." She replied. The nurse didn't believe it, but she knew it wasn't her place to ask what had happened.

"Okay, we can get a doctor in to see when you'll be able to leave. How's that sound?" She said in her most nurturing voice, a talent that you really needed as a nurse.

"It sounds great!" Rose gave the woman blinding smile so that she wouldn't ask any more questions. She needed to talk to the Doctor alone, now. She knew that the man with the blue eyes had done something to her brain and she needed to know what. The pain in her mind when his eyes had flashed had been unimaginable. The equivalent of your brain being skinned alive and then set on fire. So where had that pain gone? What had he done to her? She gave the Doctor a look and he knew it was time. He had to tell her the truth. The nurse left the room.

"Tell me everything that you know. It's my brain and we are both in pain here, I deserve to know." He sighed at her words, he knew it wasn't fair to keep things from her.

"Everything is going to take a while." She rolled her eyes and gestured to the hospital bed. "Right, yeah.. Okay. Where to start? Let's see.. Oh, yes. So we came to this universe from the TARDIS and obviously we're both covered in Artron, but there's something else. The name for it is ancient, it's Gallifreyan. The name is Frasheen. Artron particles are this type of radiation, it is genuinely hard to detect, which would have been good, but we're not just covered in Artron. You see I'm fresh off a regeneration and you are the Bad Wolf, every universe has its stories of you. We both have this… glow I suppose, it's the Frasheen. I suppose the best way to describe it would be the actual strands of time, their very essence. When you came to this Earth the first time no one was looking for anything odd because nothing was happening, so no one noticed you glowing here on Earth. However we came here together right after stopping the end of the universe. The stars stopped going out and every living thing out there wanted to find out why, including the Time Vortex. Because our chain of events is locked in the Vortex of the other universe it didn't know. So it searched everything and everywhere, then it found us. That's why we have the headaches, the Time Vortex is trying to erase us. Rose- Rose I'm so sorry. I am so sorry, I've done this to you. I'm the reason you're going to die." He looked her in the eyes and she just nodded, she didn't cry, didn't accuse him of anything, she didn't even seem angry in the slightest. She just took the explanation and accepted that she was going to die.

"What about the man with the blue eyes?" She asked in a soft voice.

"What do you- Rose you're dying. We are dying, and it's all my fault. How can you just brush that off like it's nothing? Get angry at me! Hate me! Please!" The words were loud and full of regret, he hated himself. He hated what he had done to her. She had trusted him and he had killed her.

"How could I hate you? You had the same amount of knowledge that I did. No, I could never hate you. This isn't your fault. It's not your fault." He collapsed onto the bed and was right next to her, carefully avoiding her IV wire. She was the only person who could always forgive anything he had done. Even the most unforgivable thing, he was killing her and she didn't care. "So tell me what that man did to my head. Where did the pain go? Where did it come from?"

"He was some sort of high level telepathic species. He originally kidnapped you because he saw a slight telepathic advance in you over the other humans, which would be thanks to multiple things. You naturally were a low level telepath when I found you, it's very rare for your time but not impossible. Upon spending time in the TARDIS it was built up naturally, you also had a very strong connection with her so you could communicate better with her than anyone I've ever brought along. It was almost like you were constantly growing, gaining confidence with it and you didn't even know. I began to sense it more and more, I could tell that your telepathic senses were growing but I never thought it would be an issue. Then you looked into the vortex and you had all this power, obviously it wasn't going to leave you the same. Upon some other effects you grew to a medium level. Then you witnessed regenerations and all that energy was in the air, Rose I didn't mean for this to happen." He looked so ashamed.

"Didn't mean for what to happen?" He didn't answer. "Doctor!"

"Rose you're part Time Lord." She stopped. "Think about it Rose, think how close you and the TARDIS were. I haven't been seriously romantically involved with any other companions, think about why that is."

"So you're only involved with someone if they're part Time Lord? That seems a bit racist." She chuckled and he looked at her confused. "So what if I'm part Time Lord? All that means is you never have to be the last one of your kind." He was frozen, he had never thought of it that way. He would never be the last Time Lord again. The worst part was the full Time Lord in the other universe would never know. She should be with him and yet here she was, stranded on Earth, dragged away from the stars. He knew how much that had to hurt her. He knew how much it hurt him. He had only just found she was part Time Lord upon being forced to make a telepathic link, it had been terrifying and exciting and disturbing. He needed to tell her.

"I am not racist! It just… I don't know, it makes sense I suppose." She looked him right in the eyes and he knew he was through.

"Doctor what are you trying to hide from me?"

"Rose what he did to your brain, he just… he just tore everything apart. I needed to make a telepathic link to keep you alive." She searched through her brain and she knew he was right, she could feel his presence the same as she felt the TARDIS'. Then she felt the pain, it was back and she was about to scream but he shoved it back. He hid the pain from her.

"You're inside my head." Her eyes widened, she didn't want anyone else inside her head not after what that thing had done to her. He sat up quickly and shook his head.

"No, no. Not after what happened, not without any sort of permission, of course not. I would never." The words came at her relief, her mind was safe. She knew that she didn't have to be afraid of him, but after the pain she had felt, it was better safe than sorry. "I set up a link, similar to the TARDIS, but I'm sure you could already see that. I tweaked it so I'm not getting your thoughts or feelings, I'm just blocking out the pain. That all I'm doing for now." Her eyebrows pulled together, brown eyes that usually shone were muddled with confusion.

"What do you mean by for now?" He could feel the pain trying to work through the defense he set up. A thick wall could only hold back water if it didn't have a single crack, and the Doctor was good, but he wasn't good enough to bet Rose on it. Anger seeped through his veins, every particle of his body was livid, he shook with anger.

"She never did anything wrong." He muttered under his breath.

"That's not going to work if I'm right next to you." She pointed out gently, while trying to somehow push him forward in his explanation.

"You never did anything wrong, you've always been so pure, so good. Yet here we are. Rose we need to rebuild your mind or else you'll die. I you want me to I can help do it, it will go faster but I'll be inside your mind. You will be able to hide inside of mind so that it won't hurt. I understand if you don't want me there, what happened was traumatizing and I won't be mad if you want to do this without me. Just know that alone it will be long and painful and so very difficult. Rose I'm so sorry, but you have to make a choice. You don't deserve this and I know that it's not fair, but there's no other way. I know apologizing won't fix anything, but I truly am sorry, more than you could possibly know."

"Well then, let's fix my brain." She had made her decision, if it was anything like the pain she had felt before then she wanted nothing to do with it. Besides, the worst thing the Doctor would find was Jimmy Stone, and maybe Christmas wouldn't be much of a surprise either. Although he would be very upset if he found out what really happened with the dimension hopping. He might just end up killing Pete Tyler over that, but she shoved the thought aside. It wasn't important. She always managed to surprise him and he gave her a small smile.

"You're sure?" She nodded. "Alright, it's going to take some time, but we have as much time off of work as we want. That's their way of apologizing for letting some strangers somehow get into the office to plant that file." She gave him a nervous smile.

"Will it hurt you? Fixing my head, and me being in yours I suppose that can't be fun either." She hadn't considered it until now, she didn't want that pain to go to the Doctor.

"No, it's your brain not mine. But you have to know that we won't be able to break the telepathic link after this. You can hide things from me and I can do the same, but just like the TARDIS you'll have some idea of the other's feelings." She bit her lip.

"Are you okay with being in my head?" She shot him the whiskey eyes, they were coated in fear.

"Rose Tyler I'd like nothing more." She giggled.

"Then I think my decision is made." They both shot each other huge grins, covering the fear and the pain.

"Rose, where are you? Rose, did you make it?" The Doctor allowed hope to flick through his hearts. The blue light on the screen, it looked like she had done it, he was almost certain she had made it past the door. He would do anything to make sure she had done it.

"Sorry, I was a bit slow." She was gasping. The words held him captive, she was going to die. She was going to die all alone. She saw the Dalek rounding the corner, she had to say something. If these were her last words then she wanted them to count.

"See you, then, Doctor. It wasn't your fault. Remember that, okay? It wasn't your fault. And do you know what? I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Her voice was crackling through the phone. He couldn't answer, he wasn't strong enough. Of course she was, she had always been so human. She used her last breath to tell him it wasn't his fault even though it was. He could have waited, he told her he couldn't help her. One of the last things he told her was that she was on her own, and he had been the one that locked her in that room with the Dalek.

"Exterminate!" He tried to pull the stupid device that was connected to her phone out of his ear, but he still heard the noise from the Dalek's gun as it shot the girl he had brought along. He fought the tears and the realization that she was gone for good.

"I killed her." He had refused to help, he let her die. He let her die in that bunker, so far away from her home where she belonged.

"I'm sorry." The words meant nothing. Anger replaced his guilt as he found a new target to blame.

"I said I'd protect her. She was only here because of me, and you're sorry? I could've killed that Dalek in it's cell, but you stopped me." The guilt and the anger mixed and he was so confused. Who did he hate more, himself or Van Statten? He wasn't even sure at this point. He just knew that he wanted someone to pay for the life of Rose Tyler, the brave girl he loved so much.

"It was the prize of my collection!" It made him even more livid. That was his defense? This puny man had killed his Rose and his excuse was a collection. Some stupid bunker where he hid away his toys like a dog hid a bone. He caused so much death today.

"Your collection? But was it worth it? Worth all those men's deaths? Worth Rose? Let me tell you something, Van Statten. Mankind goes into space to explore, to be part of something greater." He was yelling, the accent only served to accentuate the anger. It hurt him just to say her name.

"Exactly! I wanted to touch the stars!" This wasn't touching the stars, this was killing the ones who shone the brightest. Rose was a star, she was a supernova that had been time locked, and this worthless man flipped the switch and let her burn out.

"You just want to drag the stars down and stick them underground, underneath tons of sand and dirt, and label them. You're about as far from the stars as you can get!" He yelled the words in the man's face. Then his face softened, the pathetic man had hidden Rose away too, hidden her underneath all the blood and the pain and the death. "And you took her down with you. She was nineteen years old." Van Statten had stolen the Doctor's supernova away from him, and there would be hell to pay for that crime.

He had strolled into her mind with the thought of assessing the damage and then dealing with the worst part first. He wanted to deal with all of her bad memories now, that way it would get easier and easier even if his head was hurting more. He began to run, he needed to find where ever she had hidden her terrible memories as fast as he could. So, naturally, he ran to the back corner. Why did everyone just assume that the back corner was the best hiding place? He went there and touched a memory, it was just a school day where she threw some paper at Mickey's head. Although it was very cute, he was looking for something more. He looked at her memories, all the glowing orbs. They had been thrown and torn and destroyed, he hated the thing that had dare done this to her brain. He looked up, this wasn't his first time in someone else's head.

"Give me the organizational system to the memories." He yelled out, feeling slightly stupid about not having done it earlier. Her voice came through crystal clear.

"Brightness reflects if the memory is good or bad, any memory that is completely black is forgotten. Mostly by age, youngest being farther back. Worst memories, besides Jimmy, are hidden here." The ground shook and opened up, a giant file stood up. He was awestruck, how had she managed to hide away the memories so tightly. The voice continued on. "Favorite memories are stored in bookshelf the most center. Memories of the Doctor that are blue, Memories of friends are red, family is purple. Memories of Jimmy Stone are here." A silver wall flipped completely around and revealed hundred of new orbs. Most of them held a dull gold shine. What had he done that was so awful? Why would she have locked away those memories so tightly? He walked over to the wall, pride flowed through his heart. She had a brain so complex, even after someone had ripped and torn at everything she held onto this magnificent system. This right here was why the humans were his favorite race. There were a few memories that seemed happy within the Jimmy Stone compartment, he touched the brightest one, it was almost the last orb on the shelf. They were sitting on a couch, drinking wine. Rose looked sixteen at the oldest, he looked about nineteen. Anger grabbed him, he knew that he shouldn't be snooping on her memories. They were laughing and he asked her to dance, they twirled and twirled across the floor of some crappy flat. She smiled, almost as wide as she did for the Doctor, at the man and laughed. Then the memory cut off abruptly. He was lost, why would it end so quickly? Usually memories trailed off a little and you pushed it away from your mind, but this one had cut him out. He touched the memory right next to him, it barely held any shine. It was the exact same scene, she stepped on his foot and apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry." He took a step back and shook his head at her. Then a sharp knock came from the door and he ran over to their room of the flat. His demeanor of carefree and happy changed in an instant. His eyes shone with a dark pain, a sickness. He returned quickly with a wad of cash and a bag full of something that the Doctor couldn't recognize. Rose's thoughts answered his question, it was cocaine. He put the cash and the drugs in his back pocket and pulled something out of his waistband. That was a gun. What was Rose doing with this man and his drugs and his gun? He opened the door and put the gun right up against a man's head.

"I'm just here for the shit man. No need to flash your metal." He put his hand into his front pocket slowly to show a big stack of cash. Jimmy grabbed it and stuffed the bag into the other man's arms. Then he shoved the man out into the hallway.

"Get the hell out of here." He slammed the door in the man's face and it would appear that his good mood was ruined when he turned to Rose. She looked at the floor and fear pumped in her veins. "Now where were we? Oh, that's right. We were nowhere, because it would appear that you can't do anything right." The words cut her to the bone and he stormed into the kitchen. She didn't know why he sold if it just made him miserable. It only took about thirty seconds for her to hear him banging around the cabinets for something stronger, she heard him pour a glass. Then there was a moment of almost silence, a heavy breath, and more liquid splashing into a cup. He stormed out and downed half the glass then shoved it in her face.

"I'm good Jimmy. Maybe we should just call it a night." She offered lamely. He shoved the drink in her face while pushing her on the shoulders. She fell back onto the floor and her head smacked into the wall. When she managed to pull her head away from it there was blood and a sizable hole. He tended to forget how strong he was when he had too much to drink. "I think I'm gonna go to my mum's, you're drunk and not thinking clear." She tried to reason with him, but he just got even more angry. Her vision flipped and her words were slurred, but somehow she was the rational one. He grabbed her arm and dragged her up to his eyes level. She could smell the liquor on his breath. She knew it was her fault for letting him drink and get into this mess.

"You aren't going anywhere Rosie." She struggled against him in some vain attempt to run. He pushed her against a wall and leaned right into her face. "I suppose if you really hate me that much you're free to leave, but you can't come back. Remember that, you're losing the best thing that ever happened to your pathetic life." He squeezed her arm even tighter and dragged her over to their room. He half threw her onto the floor, she could feel the bruise beginning to form. He grabbed her duffle bag and started grabbing anything that was hers. He ripped a few items of clothing in his fury, throwing her stuff left and right. When he was satisfied he walked into the dumpy bathroom and grabbed her small shower bag and two items of makeup, both dollar store brands. He put everything into the small duffel and threw it at her head. The pain snapped through her entire body as blood soaked into the sheets on the bed. He grabbed her hair with his right hand, the bag with his left and began dragging her out the door.

"Get out! Just get the hell out!" By the time he got her out the door he kicked her, twice in the ribs and once in the face. The noises he caused were sickening. Rose barely managed to call 999 by the time she passed out.

"I'm Rose and uh- oh well I don't really know. I think- no I know. There's blood, it's sort of… everywhere? Can you help me." She heard a door from within the flat slam and fear shook her. "I'm so very afraid. Please." Her vision faded and she was dead to the world.

The Doctor blinked the remainders of her memory away. Why hadn't she told him about this? They were the Doctor and Rose, they told each other everything. And yet, here he was, only finding out what that bastard had done because he needed to fix her brain. He dropped to the floor and screamed. Why hadn't she told him? Why? He took a moment to think of the pain he had caused her and vowed to ask her about it, but right now he had a job to do. He took the Jimmy Stone memories and went through them all. It was agonizing to see the things he had done over the time they were together. He pushed all the memories into their correct places and they all shone brightly before returning to their original glow. In real time it had only taken about an hour, but for him and Rose it was closer to two weeks. He needed something to relax him from what he had seen of her past. He went over to one of her favorite memories and touched it lightly. He was transported into another different place and time. He spent an hour inside of the memory. She was so beautiful here, vibrant you could say. Snow stuck to her hair and he chased her through it. This had been on a planet they traveled to long after it was abandoned. He held on to the sound of her carefree laugh. He loved her, but he hadn't heard her so free since before the headaches. He missed this. He missed when he wasn't the reason she was dying. He missed when times were simpler. Which is kind of shocking considering the TARDIS and time travel weren't as strange as this version of the slow path. Although, he supposed that their 'slow path' was going to end very soon. He pulled out of the memory and was about to wake them up when one of the memories that had been pitch black rose to the center of her mind. It began to glow and glow, brighter than anything he had ever seen.

Rose had been locked away in the Doctor's mind, he shut the door so she wouldn't be able to feel anything. She was allowed to do whatever she wanted, the Doctor even encouraged her to take a stroll down his memory lane, but it didn't feel right. He had told her that this would take a lot of time, he said if they worked for two hours every day for a month then it would be finished. But time in the mind was different, each hour would be about a month. She knew that her curiosity would drive her insane if she was here all that time alone. Besides, he had said that it was alright so there was no harm in looking. She waited in there for over two weeks without action, merely observing the glowing orbs. She found it strange that in reality the two of them were unconscious on their bed and yet here she was, awake and making her own decisions inside a mind that wasn't her own. Telepathy was strange. She began looking around his mind, glancing at memories. There had to be some type of organization system in here. The memories were these groups of light, they were stunning, some of them shone in different colors and at different vibrancies. Her boredom got the best of her and she began touching the orbs. She discovered that one side of the billions of memories was knowledge. Something like the year that the Theeds reclaimed their homeland. 18267 in Earth years, yet 563 Theedish rotations around this other planet called Rananthel. She was stunned, that was his voice. His voice was answering the questions, oh this could be fun. The side of knowledge was left and the side of his own memories were on the right. She touched one of the memory orbs and saw it flash in front of her eyes.

The snow fell all around the ginger haired woman as she stood in her wedding dress. She looked so lost in the world. He couldn't help but regret everything she had seen that night. Usually he loved showing people the stars, tonight was so different.

"That friend of yours, what was her name?" He was frozen, the snow and wind pulling at his hair. His eyes barely started to water and the memories came flying back.

"Her name was Rose." His voice carried so much pain and emotion, he ducked into the TARDIS quickly and shoved all thoughts out of his head. He walked over to the console and slammed his fist onto it, allowing the tears to pour out of his eyes. He reached into some locked little box of the console and pulled out a bottle, he didn't even read the label. He just drank it all.

Rose felt her thoughts shoot backwards and found herself tripping inside his head. I guess she was still a klutz, telepathic or not. But he had suffered, so much. She had felt the pain. No, pain wasn't the right word, the agony. She had felt it so strongly. Would he be able to find her memories of them being apart? The thought scared her, he wouldn't like what he would find. She thought of all the terrible things that had happened. She had given him a sum up of what happened, but if her memories are kept similar to this she was done for. She touched more and more orbs, trying to find out how they were organized. There were different sections for each face he had, she found one she recognized. Not the man with the thick accent and not the puppy-eyed Doctor. She didn't know how she knew him she just… did. She went through as many of those memories as she could, all of them were awful.

"No more" It was a scream inside his mind as she touched a memory that flashed her to a new world. She saw.. Well she wasn't quite sure what she saw. She could've sworn it was, but no it couldn't be. How could she have met one of his previous regenerations? She saw herself standing next to her Doctor and he didn't even see her. This memory was different though, this memory didn't shine. It had been her reason for touching it, all the other memories had shined, even the ones mostly forgotten and dimmed still held a distinct glow. It dawned on her, the Doctor didn't know this existed. She sank to the floor and held the small orb, sobbing. She had been there, with him, and he would never know. She had done everything she could to protect him and all he saw was an interface. No, that was no interface, that was the Bad Wolf. The memory came rushing back to her and her eyes began to glow, the first stop she made when the Daleks were attacking had not been to her Doctor. She had seen what she needed to do in the time streams, she had gone into her closet and changed herself, just enough so that it wouldn't trigger his memory when he saw her again. She had been there, in Gallifrey, and she had saved them. She was crying and the golden glow streamed out of her eyes, her mind began to scream in pain as all of her memories as Bad Wolf came back. She was transported back into her own mind and she saw the Doctor staring at the memory returning to her. She reached out to it and the orb dropped into her hand.

"I want you safe, my Doctor." His eyes widened, she couldn't remember that. Not unless- no, it couldn't be. If she remember her time as the Bad Would it would kill her. Her eyes flashed bright gold and from them the energy reached out and began to replace every single orb in the enormous space. It carried them all into their proper space and her mind went from a darkened, destroyed area to a beautiful place. Everything was silver and gold. Different coloured in her mind glowed as her memories shone. Her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, the Doctor didn't know what to do. He was afraid. Tears streamed down her cheeks. He had never seen something so agonizingly beautiful. But he knew how much pain she was in to be doing this.

"I command you to leave! For your own safety, Doctor I'm sorry." he felt himself being shoved out of her mind. His own eyes opened, the eyes to his body and fear grasped his human heart.

"Rose!"

I owe you even more apologies because this took forever to write and it's a shorter chapter. Also I sort of was planning on finishing this storyline in one chapter, but somehow it got away from me. By the next chapter you should find out why the metacrisis dies like i showed in the first chapter… I hope XD