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Chapter 11

"How would you like to meet David Tennant?"

Yes. More than anything in the world.

"More than the Doctor?"

Never.

"Why am I here, Doctor?"

"Because you're a believer, Rose Tyler. One of the last."

A believer in who? Or what?

His words kept changing in her head. What had really been his words? What had he meant?

The blue box was standing in front of her, not even twenty feet away. But still, she didn't move. Because it wasn't just standing there. It was waiting. It had anticipated her. He had anticipated her. He was waiting.


She really was a believer, one of the few ones left. She made him remember what it was like to live. To breath, to feel. To relive some of all that was lost. And now it was all changed forever. He had even felt it happen. It was wrong. But he did it anyway. Because he, for once, wanted to be selfish.


Rose watched the water beyond the bay. So calm on the surface, and probably the opposite below. Much like how she was feeling. Slowly she started to walk towards the TARDIS. The walk became almost ominous. Rose could not help but to feel a sort of doom hanging in the air, and by instinct she turned her head to the pillar in the center of the plaza, secretly hoping that Captain Jack would come to the rescue. Not that she needed rescue, only, someone to stand beside her. Someone who had faced the Doctor before. But Captain Jack isn't real. She supposed he could be, but even if he was, probability that he would be in a Torchwood base underneath the Wales Millenium Centre was pretty slim.

It was so very dark now. Not even the top light on top of the TARDIS was lit.

Rose reached the door. Before she could knock, it opened. She pushed it quietly, surprised to see no one stand guard on the other side.

"Doctor?" She called, uncertain.

There was no answer. Her heart felt heavy, but she walked in nonetheless and leaned against the closed door. The console room was gloomy, the sounds were numbed and the light was dimmed. Then she saw him, leaning on the console with his back against her. He was breathing heavily.

"Doctor." She called again, more attentive this time.

He only shrugged in response. And to Rose, that motion screamed for help. She walked up to him and touched his arm gently.

"I'm back. How can I help?" She said, as softly as she could manage.

"Help...?" He replied quietly, his body shaking.

"Yes. Tell me what's wrong."

"You..."

"Me?" Rose was taken aback. She released his arm. And then, in a split of a second, he took her hand, without looking at her.

A scene flashed before her eyes on his touch.

"Is your name really Rose Tyler?"

"Yes, Sir."

"No, please, it's David."

"I mean, yes, David."

"That is... that is a big coincidence!"

"To me, it seem to be lucky to have that name."

She gulped hard.

"I thought you were making fun of me. But you believed." He said, huskily.

"What are you talking about?"

Rose was seriously worried. She had spent her whole evening thinking about things to ask him, things to yell at him about. But now, seeing him so vulnerable, she couldn´t.

Another scene flashed before her.

"You don't think it's tragic that the Rose Tyler got stuck in a parallel universe?"

"Yeah, it was. But she was lucky. Lucky to have travelled with the Doctor."

The Doctor only breathed through his teeth loudly.

"Please, Doctor, what's happened?" Rose exclaimed, almost panicked now. Why was he so incapacitated? What had happened? Even if he didn't talk to her, he would (usually) at least work on the TARDIS, fixing things, some gadget or another. Now he didn't even move. She had no idea what to do.

Suddenly he spoke again, with a strange voice. "How the hell did you mean, 'lucky'? There isn't room for lucky. There hasn't been a believer in... years." He even sounded surprised, in a odd, dark way.

He hugged her hand and turned his head. A new scene was replayed.

"You are really different from the Doctor."

"Obviously. He is everything I'm not and I'm everything he isn't."

"Do you really believe that?"

Why did the conversations with Tennant pop up now?

"Doctor, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, and now you are scaring me!" She exclaimed with a lot more force than she intended. It made him turn his body towards her though, so at least it accomplished something. His eyes were dark and hollow. She sighed and tilted her head.

"Look, I have no idea what you have been through today. I know my day was complete bonkers - which, by the way, was completely your fault - but never mind that. You're not well. I want to help you, if I can. Let me help, please."

The Doctor smiled sadly. Then he seemed to tell himself off, breathing loudly one last time and raised his back.

"Rose Tyler." He accentuated the "L". "You were completely right. From the start."

She frowned. "What?"

He raised an eyebrow in answer.

"I mean, there is always something with you. Like a big secret. And you say these things. Like 'you were right' (she mimiced his voice) and then you never say anything anyway. You never answer. Why? Why don't you tell me?"

He looked at her very earnestly. "Because it is complicated."

"And I am clever. I'm tired of this patronizing thing you - and obviously David Tennant have in common."

Taking a nonchalant step to the side, he started fidgeting with the console.

"Sorry." He said, lowly. Then, trying to keep the same nonchalant style, he asked:

"So, I didn't ask. How was your date with David Tennant?"

That's a switch. How could he go from melodramatic to fained nonchalance in a heartbeat? Yeah, it was completely fained. Rose smirked despite his odd behaviour. Even though he tried to act like he didn't care, he most certainly did.

"Well you know, I must say, I am a bit disappointed."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. A bit full of himself that Tennant."

"Really?"

"Or very lonely. Or both." She pondered that and realized she had been perfectly correct in her deduction.

The Doctor turned to her once more, his eyes brightened.

"Yes."

She looked up at him, curiously. "'Yes' what?"

"You are completely right, Rose Tyler."

Rose rolled her eyes. "How?"

There was a hint of a smile on the Doctors lips. That wouldn't do for Rose. Since he obviously was alright now, she wanted her explanation.

"Look Doctor, I really think I've earned some answers. You should answer my questions. Rather, you owe it to me."

"What about...?"

"You, David Tennant - everything! It's too damn confusing!"

He only looked at her, but his smile was getting bigger.

"Oii, stop that! Answer me!"

Somehow he had taken several steps closer to her, apparently to make her nervous.

"Doctor." She whispered, swallowing and looking up at his dark, old eyes. "Stop. That."

"Stop what, Rose?" he whispered back, not taking his eyes of her. That look. It was what every fangirl dreamt of. A gaze filled with passion and admiration. Even a bit possessive. She wanted to keep questioning him. But keeping him at arm's length was preferable. This was not. It didn't even feel like he was moving, more like floating towards her.

"Doctor, stop." She spoke so quietly she wondered if he heard her at all. He did, acknowledged in a small wink.

She suddenly remembered their first meeting.

"You want me to sign that for you?"

"Oh, yes, please! I loved you as The Doctor"

"Thank you. Any favorite part?"

"The Time Lord Victorious"

Yeah, she supposed she knew why she remembered it now.

The evening had made Rose Tyler much more mysterious. Or rather, it had made her much more of everything, really. She was now more to him than she had been that morning. More than Rose Tyler's namesake. More than a blond fangirl. It had been painful, but he had been successful. But he had been selfish enough for one night. He buried himself in her grey-blue eyes, wondering if she would ever forgive him if he told her everything. With a soft hand he stroked her jaw line. Rose opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again. So he spoke instead.

"I'm sorry I was patronizing."

Blinking a few times, she seemed to regain consciousness.

"When?"

"Both times. Now, and in the pub. Of course it wouldn't be too complicated for you. You are Rose Tyler after all." He sighed proudly. "And I only take the best."

Rose took his hand still on her cheek, a slight look of panic on her face.

"Oh my god. You are David Tennant." She said quietly.

He couldn't help himself but laughed slightly. Rose, on the other hand, was completely serious.

"That took you long enough."

"Shu'up!"

Watching her intently, he silenced himself, cursing inwards.

"Do you mean to say you and David Tennant are the same person?" Rose continued, with a tremble in her voice.

"That's what I've told you. I wasn't lying."

"But doesn't that mean that I met..."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Before. I mean, earlier."

"Yes."

"But, how is that possible?" "You met my TARDIS? You know, all of time and space." He joked, with eyes sparkling.

"Stop mocking me!" She pushed him in his chest but the Doctor was fast and grabbed her hand where it had hit him. It seemed she wasn't prepared for that.

"Sorry. Again." He whispered softly, gently holding her hand to his chest.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"That depends, Rose."

She swallowed, suddenly very aware of him playing with her hand. She suspected he knew the effect he had on her and only held her to make her forgive him. She hoped dearly that she was wrong.

"On the tv-show the Doctor is portrayed to be a hero. But in real life, he is not."

His face dropped as he remembered their conversation on Violaceus Stella.

"I'm sorry, Rose. I'm not gonna let you guess. I'm not... what you think I am. Who you think I am. I'm not a… hero."

Rose felt like she was about to open Pandora's box. Deep down, she knew what he was going to say. But she was afraid to hear it. Mostly because what it meant for her. She set her jaw.

"Answer me truthfully now, Doctor."

He nodded slowly, prepared for the questions but dreading the conversation.

"Today you sent me to the past. But not just any past. In to your past. You made me meet you before you had met me." Her gaze was stone, her words spoken as cold facts.

"Yes."

She closed her eyes.

"Why? How could you?" She watched him again, to look for some form of regret. Not condemning, only caring. "Isn't that forbidden?"

"I wasn't there. It wasn't a paradox."

Finally, his spell over her faded.

"But you were. You left me in that trailer. What if you had met yourself on the way out? Even if you didn't, that's not the point. I have changed your past! And you knew that it would happen and never said! You put me in that situation, and never said anything!" The anger burned fiercely in her heart now and she yelled as furiously as she could while backing away from him. It was wrong. And she had made it all happen without knowing.

"I'm sorry," Although he didn't look sorry, "but if I had told you what I had planned, it would never have happened like this."

"Happened like what?"

"You've saved me, comforted me. You were there for me when I needed you. That's what's happened."

"What!" She shook her head. "Ain't this what Time Lords are supposed to make sure never happens?"

"Time can be rewritten." He said cooly.

Oh no. The words gave her pause. "And at what cost? "

That hit him like a lightning bolt. He had made the decision with reason, and even now he could see the reasoning behind it. The 'why' of it was standing right in front of him.

"Was there another Rose Tyler?"

"Yes. Such a long time ago."

No, he wasn't sorry. Not one bit.

"I am sorry you feel that way, Rose. But it was my past that's changed (and perhaps Freema's a bit) and I feel fine. More than fine, actually. My life seems to make more sense now. And you got to meet David Tennant after all." He smiled crookedly.

Rose was watching him with an open mouth. What the hell? She had to hold on the console for support. Taking that as invite, he moved closer again, touching her shoulder and speaking gently, almost pleading.

"I could send you back again you know, even further back, and you could meet him again for the first time."

Tempted, she let his dark pools pierce her. Why could he sway her like this? What was this Time Lord-magic?

"Or, you could visit later on." He spoke huskily. He was that stranger again. In fact, this entire dialogue had been out of place, Rose realized. But then he was so very handsome. So slim. So foxy. The TARDIS seemed to get darker when he got closer.

"Why?" She finally managed to ask.

"Because..."

"So, why pick up a new new Rose? Seems a bit... Odd to me."

"Not to me."

"But I'm not her."

"Neither was Billie Piper."

"Because you are Rose Tyler." He said, trancefixed. He moisted his lips with his tongue and the piercing gaze shifted from her eyes to her mouth. That seemed to awaken Rose.

"Stop it, I'm not her." The realization hurt. For just a moment she thought it was all her. But how could it ever be? She would always be in her shadow. She backed away again.

"Why am I here, Doctor?"

Finally, the Doctor also seemed to snap out of it. He lightened up and so did the TARDIS. He looked her over, very thoroughly before he answered. "Because you're a believer, Rose Tyler. One of the last."

"What does that even mean? A believer in who, or what?"

She was seriously considering that the Doctor had gone mental. Mad. Madder even.

"A believer in good things. A believer in 'the Doctor'." He turned his face away. She wondered if he allowed himself to let a tear fall then. "That's why I had to do it." Frustrated, he hit the console and backed away until he hit the coral. Rose dared not to speak. No, he wasn't what or who she thought he was. This wasn't the Doctor she knew. But then again, she never really knew him.

This alien, this man, was immensely frightening. The real Time Lord really was a lonely, terrible god.

"And why, Doctor?" Her trail of thought left her mouth without her thinking about it.

He didn't move, but his eyes was like fire. They were pained as well as beautiful, and passionate. Very passionate.

"You are the only one who can save me, Rose." His voice and body was steady, while his eyes suffered. Pausing only for a moment, he took charge again and went to the console, setting a new destination.

"I'm sorry that you don't approve. But you know, the rules of time are mine. It is for me to decide what to do with them."

"Oh my God." Was all Rose managed to answer.


I realise this might be confusing. But to clear some things up: Tennant and the Doctor are the same person. Billie Piper is not Rose Tyler, although she played her on Doctor Who. There was a real Rose Tyler, but she is lost to a parallell universe. The Rose Tyler of this story is a third Rose Tyler. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!