The Dallas Ending

AKA: Sob Once Upon A Dream

(Based on an odd interview given by Mr. Tennant.)


The Doctor stood at last before the vicar, with Rose in her soft, pale wedding dress, smiling up at him with love and devotion in her eyes. Jack stood as best man, and Mickey and Pete were there, too, and Martha and Donna and Shireen were Rose's bride's maids. Everything was positively perfect.

Sarah Jane was watching bravely from the pews next to Rose's mother, who for once was only bawling her head off, not biting his head off.

The Doctor wore red sneakers with his tux and had the sonic screw driver in his top pocket. Other than that, and the vague shadows in the back of the church that suggested that nine men were sitting in the pews watching him with expressions ranging from dubious all the way up to murderous jealousy, every thing seemed perfectly normal.

Even if the ring bearer was a robot dog.


"Do you Rose, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband..."

"I do."


"Do you, erm... Doctor, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife..."

"I do."

"Fantastic," murmured a voice from the back.


"If any man can show just cause why these two should not be joined in the bonds of holy matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace."

Jack's blaster was trained at Mickey's side. The Doctor had noticed that earlier. And Pete had a pistol trained on Jack.

"Just 'cause he's an alien," Rose mouthed, teasing.


"I am proud to introduce for the first time, The Doctor and Mrs. erm... oh, bother. The Doctor, and his bride, Rose Tyler."


There was rice in his shoe, and streamers in his hair, but he was dancing with his Rose. That was really all that mattered. Everything they had gone through for the past several weeks since she arrived was terrible, but over, and now he could hold her, hold on to her, forever. He tugged her close and kissed her as their first dance ended. He kissed her with desperation and longing and all the love he had wanted to tell her about since the day they had parted oh so long ago.

"Forever," she breathed.

"Forever," he agreed, softly. Then, because it was time at last, "I love you."

"Doctor," said Jack from somewhere close by. The Doctor looked around but didn't see him.

"Doctor," said Martha, even closer. The Doctor looked for her, too, she sounded frantic.

"What is it?" said Rose.

"I don't know," he said. "But I'll ignore it."

"You can't, you know," she said softly. "You'll always have to stop and save the Universe."

"Yeah, but you'll be with me and it'll be fine, that way."

She grinned. "It's all I could wish for," she agreed. "I don't ever want to wake up."

"What?" he said.

"This is a dream," she whispered, her eyes suddenly burning gold. "Didn't you know?"

"What?" he demanded, now, terrified, and clutching at her tightly as the dancers began to fade.

"What!" he shouted.

"Doctor!" Jack called.

"Doctor, please!" Martha, even more frantic than before.

"I love you," said Rose's voice, but Rose was fading as she spoke. "My Doctor."

"My Rose," he whispered as two realities collided and he sat up.


Jack and Martha looked at his stricken face as he blinked back at them, tears pouring unchecked down his cheeks. He tried to smile shakily at them, but it wouldn't come.

They moved to throw themselves at him, but he stood abruptly, took one look around the Console Room at the complete absence of Rose, once again, and hurled himself into the TARDIS corridors, trying desperately to run FROM his life. Inside he was thinking that maybe, just maybe, if he ran far enough and hard enough, her hand would be there, locked inside his own.