Summary: Purely optional ending for those of you who wish to have your hearts ripped out and stomped on. Proceed with caution… 160 words of pure angst.
Notes: I said to my fabulous, incomparable betas, rose_nebula and mrsbertucci, "I'm not sure if I should include this epilogue at all... it is pure evil, really. And not needed. I think the story concludes nicely with the previous chapter. But I'm so tempted... mwahahahahahaha."
Temptation won out! But you've been warned… Mrsbertucci denies the existence of this epilogue. You may follow her example, if you wish.
Thank-you so much to all who read, followed, kudoed, and commented (even those of you who choose to follow mrsbertucci's example!)
Epilogue
Only a few weeks later, the Doctor trudged back to the TARDIS alone, hands stuffed into his suit pockets and head hanging, leaving the stark white walls of Torchwood behind him. Looking up at the central column, he saw it: the last sticky note; the last to-do… the only one left: Keep her safe. He crumpled it in a clenched fist.
Done.
Mission accomplished.
She was safe in Pete's World. No thanks to him, but safe, nonetheless. He supposed he should count his blessings…
Prepared to launch the TARDIS into the vortex, his eyes swept over the blue-green iridescence of the rotor again. Another note still clung there, a pink one that had been tucked underneath the last one. He tugged it down, running his finger along the edge of it in a loving caress, as he took in Rose's beloved, untidy script, the one word she had asked him to teach her to write in Circular Gallifreyan: Forever.
