Thanks all those who have been reading this, what with all the Eleven/Amy fics and the occasional Ten/Rose fics popping up, I thought this would get less noticed than it actually did! I'm glad, this means we still love you and your Doctor Chris! :D And I still miss you...


7. The Doctor Dances

As the sounds of Glenn Miller's "In the Mood" filled the TARDIS, The Doctor knew he had found his moves again.

"Rose! I've just remembered!" He grinned.

"What?"

"I can dance, I can dance!" As she joined him on the "dance floor" into the Doctor's willing arms, they started moving in time to the upbeat music. Jack completely forgotten by the door, the two danced on. As he spun her around, she laughed giddily.

Slowly the music faded from the pair's ears, and they moved as if in slow motion. Their movements were as one, with the Doctor's strong arms gentle but leading, and Rose's soft yet willing steps following.

Like a binary star, with a primary star joined closely with a smaller one, revolving around each other by their mutual gravitation, the two moved as if they were meant to be one. Nothing else mattered except them, joined together in song.

And the music played on, for only two.


8. Bad Wolf

His heart had leaped in his chest at seeing Rose. "She's still alive!" he thought. As he raced towards her, relief at seeing her face was evident. But suddenly everything turned for the worse.

"Look out for the Anne Droid!" Rose shouted. The Doctor stopped in his tracks. Rose's scream filled the air as she disappeared. He felt like someone had punched him in the stomach.

Collapsing to his hands and knees, he stared at the spot where she had been shot. Nothing left but dust and the burn marks from the weapon. Anger, fury, hopelessness, and intense overwhelming sadness all filled him at the same time. He had promised to keep her safe, but he let her get vaporized right before his eyes!

He couldn't even hear Jack's angry cries as he threatened the game controllers; also in intense grief for Rose. His hand absentmindedly felt around the dust that had been left. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he was unable to do anything. He was roughly hauled up by a man with a gun, but he didn't care.

"You killed her!" Jack cried, his voice thick with fury and grief. The soldier was saying something to him, but the Doctor didn't hear. Rose was his life, his reason for living, and she had died.

And the Doctor had just died along with her.


9. The Parting of the Ways

This was it. It was time for him to die. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for the extermination.

Suddenly he heard a noise he thought he would never hear again. He spun around in disbelief as the TARDIS materialized out of thin air. The doors opened and he saw the most beautiful, yet the most horrifying thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

It was Rose.

"I am the Bad Wolf." But he was terrified for her. She was in mortal danger.

"Rose! You've got to stop this, you've got to stop this now! You've got the entire vortex running through your head, you're gonna burn!" She turned her golden eyes his way.

"I want you safe. My Doctor." Her voice echoed, souding from one out of this world.

He understood it now. She had put her life in danger, just to save him. He barely heard her next few words, all he could think about was how to save her, how to stop her from dying. He couldn't let her die, not again. He had sent her home to be safe. But yet she returned for him, against overwhelming odds.

He suddenly looked around as the Daleks in the room turned to dust. He realized it was Rose. Rose was now the giver of life and death. She truly was the Bad Wolf.

And then they were alone.

"I can see everything, all that is, all that was, all that ever could be." The Doctor stood up in front of her.

"That's what I see, all the time, and doesn't it drive you mad?" He knew how to save her now.

"My head!" She cried.

"Come here."

"It's killing me!" Tears ran down her face in desperation.

"I think you need a Doctor." He smiled weakly, knowing what would become of this. She gave her life for him, so he would give his life for her.

The ultimate sacrifice.

He pulled her in close, cherishing this moment, knowing it would most likely be one of his last.

As his lips gracefully connected with hers, he knew it was worth it. The Nestene, the Daleks, Jack Harkness, The Gelth, Charles Dickens, The end of the world, Downing Street, Pete Tyler, Glenn Miller, The Slitheen, the Jagrofest, it was all worth it. All those special memories that had connected them, united them together, it was all worth it.

He closed his eyes as the soul of the Bad Wolf was shared between them in the most beautiful connection. Time seemed to stop for them, joined together, both giving the ultimate sacrifices for each other. It was then that the Doctor knew, as he had known all along.

He had fallen in love with Rose Tyler.

Beautiful music filled the air and surrounded them both.

And then as soon as it had happened, it all stopped. The Time Vortex had disappeared out of Rose's eyes, and she slowly collapsed into The Doctor's waiting arms in a deep sleep. She no longer held the powers of the Bad Wolf.

He laid her gently on the ground, feeling his own head start to burn. He stood up and let the light shine through his eyes.

He had taken on the soul of the Bad Wolf, all for Rose Tyler. And if he had the chance to go back, he would do it again. He knew he was going to die, but he wouldn't have changed a thing.

Not a single thing.

Ever since he had gripped her hand in the basement of Henrik's, they had become as one, more than friends, more than lovers.

He released the Vortex back into the TARDIS, gratefully giving up the powerful light. He didn't know how much time he had left, but he would spend his final minutes with Rose Tyler and make sure she was safe.

He had saved her, but at the cost of his own life.

But the time that he had spent with her, all those memories. . .he wouldn't have had it any other way.


Rose. . .before I go, I just want to tell you: you were fantastic.

Absolutely fantastic. And you know what. . .?

So was I!

-The Ninth Doctor


*Sniff* Please review! My favorite definitely is the last one of course, but I also love "The Doctor Dances" as that is my favorite episode. I nearly burst into tears writing the last event.

I might write a sequel called "Ten Events", you can probably figure out what that means. If I get enough feedback I just might, but "Nine Events" took so long to write, I don't know. . .

Thanks again for reading! ~Katy