A/N: I had a little bit of writers block with this one, so I hope it's not too bad. It's also a rather long chapter for the wait :) I also got a bit distracted making a Doctor/Rose music video, which I've put up on youtube if anyone is interested. My username is the same as it is on here (Stormfox8) and the video is called 'Rose and the Doctor Reunited' :) Call it a bonus for the stupidly long delay on this chapter!!

Thanks for the amazing reviews! BadWolfIsMe - In real life it's not actually called Bad Wolf bay, it was called Dunraven Bay, but it was still instantly recognisable when you get there, it was amazing to see in real life! :)

Chapter 12

Trust

Through the sobs that racked her body, Rose felt a slight tickling against her cheek. As this slowly registered as the Doctor's eyelids fluttering open, she hastily loosened her tight hold on him. She watched his pale face as he opened his eyes painfully slowly, as if that alone was an impossible challenge.

"Doctor?" Rose whispered hopefully, scared that she was simply imagining him waking up by wishing for it so hard. She saw his weary eyes taking in her tear stained face, as if he were trying to make sense of the world.

"R-rose…" he stuttered, barely audible, before he promptly began to cough and splutter.

Rose struggled to hold him upright as his body convulsed violently with the strain of it, until at last he seemed to calm. He breathed heavily, clutching his chest as his sides heaved. He looked up at her through watering eyes as he gasped for breath, and gave her a shaky smile.

"Hello," he managed to get out, this time minus the coughing fit.

"Hello!" Rose beamed, overjoyed that he was awake. She instantly pulled him into a hug, clinging onto him desperately. "I thought I'd lost you," she muttered into his shoulder.

"Ahh…" Rose pulled away as the Doctor winced in pain.

"Sorry," she looked at him apologetically.

"No no, it's fine- argh!" He grasped at the right side of his chest, above his right heart. "Only… only one of my h-hearts is… working!" He gasped as he tried to adapt to this drastic change in his physiology. Rose looked at him worriedly.

"Erm… are you gonna be okay?" Rose asked shakily, almost too scared to find out the answer. He merely glanced at her as he continued his fight for consciousness, and she found herself wishing she hadn't asked.

In truth he didn't know what to tell her, because he didn't really know himself. He couldn't lie, but seeing her in such distress he couldn't exactly say that if they didn't do something quick he would lose what little grip he had left on reality and fall into the void forever. She seemed to sense his apprehension in answering, and quickly attempted to change the topic.

"What can I do Doctor? How can I help you?" She looked at him pleadingly, feeling utterly helpless as he bent over in pain. "You said Donna had an idea or something?"

The Doctor nodded slowly as if hesitant to admit to this, but then his face contorted as another bolt of pain seared through his body. He could feel the ever growing pull to the void in his mind, drawing him towards the darkness. It taunted him, urging him to let go of his sore, weary body to be released into a world were nothing existed, not even pain. In that moment he knew there was only one option left.

"Rose… you know that I'm telepathic yes?" he asked in a strained voice and she nodded. "Just recently, before I came to Torchwood I had to enter Donna's mind to repair damage that had been done to her memories. I don't remember it very well cause I think it had something to do with the box I used to bring you here, and everything close to that time is still a bit fuzzy. But Donna told me about it, because it had given her this idea…" he stopped to catch his breath, closing his eyes momentarily against the relentless pain.

"She thought that maybe you could do the same for me, to physically enter my mind and replace yourself in the gaps in my memories." Rose looked up at this, feeling a spark of hope ignite.

"So why didn't you mention this sooner?" She asked him accusingly.

"It's more complicated than she made out. I didn't think… I thought because you were human it wouldn't be possible, that you wouldn't be capable." He looked a little guilty at his admission. "But I didn't know you then. Now I know better, I think you might be able to do it, I'm just still not sure if it will work."

"But I have to try, it could be our only chance." Rose said instantly, and the Doctor grinned at her determination and courage – she hadn't even considered whether or not there would be any risk to herself. But then his smile quickly faded and he looked away, no longer able to hold her gaze.

"What is it?" Rose asked softly, sensing his reluctance in this plan. "Is there something else?" At last he looked up at her, and she could have sworn he looked almost nervous. She had read him like a book of course, but now it no longer surprised him.

"There was another reason I didn't want you to do it when Donna first suggested it… perhaps the real reason." Once more he bore a look of guilt, his eyes pleading Rose to be understanding.

"And what was that?" Rose whispered, suddenly anxious to hear his answer.

"When you go inside my mind… you'll see everything. My whole past, my thoughts, my feelings," he trailed off, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Rose suddenly understood why he was so reluctant.

Although it disheartened her at his hesitance to trust her with this, she realised what a big deal it was. Even when they had been close the Doctor had always kept secrets from her; in fact he rarely spoke of his past at all, and in many ways she hardly knew him. But it was the way he had always been, the mysterious Timelord who had lived for so long. Who knew what had happened to him in all his 900 years?

She didn't really know what to say in response – she could see he was uncertain about going through with it so she didn't want to push him, but right now it was their only hope.

"Rose… I trust you. I want you to do it." The Doctor said in a small, timid voice, but there was no shadow of doubt in his eyes. Again he wasn't sure why he had such unwavering faith in her – when Donna had suggested it the idea had seemed preposterous – and yet he was certain he could trust her with this now. It just felt right. Besides, in the short space of time he had spent with her, he had grown somewhat fond of her. It no longer felt like he would be letting a stranger loose in his mind

Rose simply gaped at his statement. Here he was, only having known her for a couple of days and he was willing to share everything with her, to trust her completely. Once more she found herself speechless and his deep brown eyes locked with hers. She had always trusted him with her life, but she had never known anyone put so much faith in her.

"Are you ready to do this? We don't have much time." he said softly, seeing her eyes water at his words. He could see that she had been touched by what he had said, though he hadn't realised quite how much it would mean to her. She gave him a small nod in response, unable to find her voice. "Rose… if this works, it will create a paradox. If I remember you again, it will mean that none of this ever happened, so everything will be fixed…"

"But?" Rose pressed him, sensing that he had more to say.

"I'm not sure when exactlytime will revert back to." He looked at her sadly.

"What d'you mean?" Rose's voice wavered. Of course she had instantly understood what the Doctor was implying, but she didn't want to believe it. The Doctor sighed heavily.

"Time might be reset to before… before I was able to bring you across from the void. I'm sorry… I'm so so sorry. I don't know where you'll end up…"

"But…" Rose's voice shook, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. "…but I can't go back… not now, not after all this…" The Doctor simply looked at her regretfully, his hearts heavy, not knowing how to console her.

Rose wiped her eyes roughly, determined not to lose control at this point. The Doctor needed her, no matter what the outcome. More than that, the whole world was at stake. She knew what she had to do- she had no choice. After all… the Doctor said he didn't know for certain what would happen, so there was still a chance that things could work out…

She swallowed back her tears and straightened up.

"Okay. What do I do?" She said bravely, using every ounce of her willpower to remain in one piece. The Doctor gave her a sad but grateful smile, admiring her courage. He knew he always picked the best companions, but right now Rose just seemed to blow everyone else away. He had never known someone so strong in the face of such pain, and all because it was the right thing for her to do. For the sake of the world, and for him.

Even though he had only had a couple of days with her he knew that if he lost her now he would miss her dearly, and the thought of how much it might hurt him if he got his memories back and lost her again caused his hearts to ache. He could see the tears building in her eyes as she fought to be strong. He sighed resignedly, weary from this whole ordeal.

"The only way this can work is by me first entering your mind. Because you're human you can't physically establish the link." She simply nodded as he explained. He noted how the idea of him seeing inside her mind didn't seem to faze her in the least, causing him to feel a little ashamed of how he had reacted. Nonetheless he felt the need to reassure her and respect her privacy.

"I won't look at anything, don't worry. But by opening the link you will also be able to pass into my mind. In your head visualise it as passing through a door, just because it makes things easier. I will hide nothing from you Rose; every door in my mind should be open.

"Once inside, I'm not sure I'll be able to help you that much, you'll just have to follow your instincts. You should notice something… I dunno… out of place, something wrong… or missing." He scratched his head in thought. "I'm sorry, I jut don't know what you'll find." He saw her face fall a little, so he quickly added words of encouragement. "I'm sure you'll do the right thing. Like I said, I believe in you." He smiled at her as warmly as he could muster.

She attempted to return his smile, but the effort only succeeded in tipping her over the edge, causing tears to start falling down her cheeks.

"Doctor I…" she struggled through her sobs, though still trying desperately to keep them at bay, for the fear that once she started crying she wouldn't be able to stop. He looked at her sorrowfully, and suddenly they were back on that desolate beach, a world apart from one another. "I don't want to lose you again," she managed through the tears, "I… I can't…"

The Doctor saw her slowly losing control of her despair, and wrapped her up in a comforting hug. She quickly buried her head in his chest - clinging to him frantically - and he stroked her back in an attempt to sooth her pain. He breathed in her scent, and just for a moment it seemed so familiar, like he was home. And that was when it really hit him.

He didn't want to lose her. He'd just found her, it was too soon. He clutched her to him tighter, resting his head against hers, her hair tickling his face.

Their embrace seemed to do the trick, and Rose's tears soon slowed and her breathing calmed. She felt so safe in his arms, and she snuggled in closer so that she could hear his double heartbeat within his chest. She couldn't bare the thought of going back to a world without him, especially not after they had had these precious few days reunited, even if it hadn't quite been what she had anticipated.

Eventually she felt the Doctor grudgingly pull away, and was surprised to see his eyes were moist too. He cupped her cheek in his hand, savouring this possibly last moment with her.

"We must have faith." He said gently. "All we can do is hope for the best." She nodded, not trusting herself to speak in case she lost control again. "I'll see you soon." He grinned at her, and this time she managed a smile, allowing herself to believe him.

He then placed his hands either side of her head softly, his fingertips just brushing her skin. She watched as he closed his eyes and a look of intense concentration swept over his features. Just as she was beginning to wonder if it had worked she suddenly felt the strangest sensation. She felt the Doctor enter her mind, and felt the connection between them grow in strength.

Instinctively she closed her eyes, mimicking the Doctor, and she felt as though she had plunged into a different world.

o o o o o

Nothing seemed to make sense; it was all just a swirl of noises and sounds and abstract images. Just as she was beginning to feel overwhelmed Rose recalled the Doctor's instructions – to visualise it as entering a door. She focused, and suddenly everything settled; it was like there had been a gust of wind that had sent everything into a flurry, and it had suddenly calmed with all the bits and pieces floating gently to the ground like snow settling after a blizzard.

Before her stood a grand, ornate door, made of a rich wood. It seemed old due to the quality and heaviness, and yet it seemed in perfect condition. Rather like the Doctor, older than he looks mused Rose. But was this how it really was, or how she had imagined it? She shook these thoughts away – things were confusing enough as it was. Mentally she reached out for the door and suddenly she had passed through, and once more stepped into a whole new world.

Now she found herself in a sort of impressive hall, with a towering ceiling and ornate walls to match the door. There were many many more doors leading off from this room, and even the room itself seemed to go on forever. She felt dazzled by the size and grandeur of it all, and also a little intimidated.

Thoughts flew through her head; had she really imagined all this? How many doors were there? But most importantly, how on earthwas she supposed to find herself amongst so much else?

o o o o o

The Doctor felt Rose's confusion as she had entered his mind, but had felt proud as she quickly got to grips with this new concept and visualised it as he had told her. He now lingered as a presence in her mind, not going through any of the numerous doors that faced him, but merely waiting patiently.

He found himself in a slightly untidy, yet comfortable room, which seemed to have a soft glow about it- just bright enough to be cheery and welcoming. He could feel her emotions running through him and flying all about his presence.

When he had first entered her mind these emotions had been overwhelming; a torrent of fear and anguish and desperation had rushed into him, but amongst them he could also sense a spark of hope, buried beneath her other feelings. As her own presence left her mind and entered the majority of these emotions had calmed substantially, her focus occupied for the time being on the task ahead.

He felt restless waiting around for something to happen, and suddenly the doors ahead of him became very tempting. All of them stood ajar, as if inviting him to come inside. For the time being though he remained patient, respecting that he had told her he would not look at anything.

More time passed. The Doctor began to fidget, feeling ever more restless. Once more he considered the doors before him.

She hadn't protested the idea of him entering her mind at all… and she did seem to trust him unconditionally…

The Doctor pondered this as he felt Rose delve deeper into his own mind. He was unsure of how much time had passed, but it felt like he had been here a long time. He looked longingly at the slightly open doors ahead of him that simply begged to be explored. He was eager to learn more of this girl that clearly meant so much to him.

And so it wasn't long until the Doctor had grown impatient enough for the temptation to 'just have a peek' had become too much. He didn't want to be seen as abusing her trust, but surely it couldn't hurt anyone if he just had a brief look…

In a mixture of boredom and his curiosity getting the better of him, he cautiously sauntered across to one of the doors, as if expecting Rose to suddenly appear and tell him off. Warily he stepped inside, careful not to disturb anything.

He was surprised to find himself in a hospital waiting room, and couldn't at first see where Rose was in this picture. But then he recognised a woman who looked quite out of place amongst the others. She had big, curly hair and was wearing a full length, light peach dress, which seemed far too decorative for daily wear. But it wasn't just her outfit, but the way she was crying desperately, clutching a baby to her chest.

He knew instantly that this was Jackie, Rose's mum – although he wasn't sure if he remembered or whether he just knew because he was inside Rose's head – and that the baby she held was Rose herself. He walked a little closer- knowing that no one in the room could see him – watching as a paramedic tried to comfort her.

The details of this memory seemed very vague – most parts were blurry and some were quite abstract, for example none of the people in the room except for Jackie had faces. He assumed this was because Rose had only been a baby when this happened.

He couldn't understand why Jackie was so upset, so he found himself quickly retreating from the distressing scene, feeling quite taken aback. He never had liked hospitals.

Finding another door he decided to try his luck with this one instead. This time he saw Rose a little older, perhaps about five, and once more Jackie was there with her. They seemed to be at their home, in a small, cosy little bedroom. Jackie was sat cross legged on the bed holding a photo album, and Rose was cuddled up close trying to see over her shoulder.

The Doctor grinned at the curious young Rose, her eyes bright and full of youth. He couldn't help but think how sweet she looked.

"Who's that? That's your daddy." Jackie's soft voice reached the Doctor. It had a slightly surreal, distorted quality to it. "You weren't old enough to remember when he died. 1987, 7th of November. Do you remember what I told you? The day that Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clark got married." And that was when the Doctor understood the previous scene he had witnessed.

Rose had lost her father, at a terribly young age. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him at this realisation, and yet this younger Rose seemed unperturbed by what her mother was telling her, too young to fully understand – but she would one day. He quickly moved on once more.

He found himself faced with many doors this time, but felt drawn to one particular entrance. Perhaps these were memories Rose wanted him to see? He contemplated the thought as he carefully passed through it, curiously inspecting his surroundings.

He was in another flat, but it was clearly a different one to the last. It seemed colder and duller, and looked as if it needed redecorating- like whoever it was that lived here had only recently moved in.

He suddenly heard a sniffling sound, like someone crying. Following the noise led him into the kitchen area, where he found a Rose that he instantly recognised sat at the table. Her hair was longer and she looked much younger, but it was clearly her. He concluded that she must have been about 17.

As he slowly got closer he made out her tearstained face, her red eyes telling him that she had been crying for some time. It was then that he realised she was also on the phone, as her voice suddenly pierced the quietness.

"…no mum he's just gone." She sniffed, fresh tears falling down her face. A name entered the Doctor's head from Rose's memory – Jimmy Stone. "…he's left me mum," Rose broke down, her sobs shaking her body.

The Doctor felt his heart break for her. How could anyone do this to her? She was such a genuine, caring person! He could feel her anguish flowing through him, as he experienced the emotions she had felt at the time.

"How much did he take?" The Doctor could just make out the crackly voice of Jackie over the phone.

"…£800…" Rose answered hesitantly.

"That thieving little…"

"Mum please…" Rose begged her mother to calm down; she couldn't take anymore right now.

"I'm sorry Rose, I just can't believe he's done this to you. Just you wait, we'll see him in prison!" Jackie exclaimed. "Why don't you come home sweetheart, I'll make you a nice cup of tea yeah?" Rose agreed and then quickly hung up.

The Doctor watched helplessly as she buried her head in her arms and cried her heart out, and all he wanted to do was reach out for her and tell her everything would be okay, and that now she had him. But he knew that this was only a memory that he couldn't change, and he was nothing more than a spectator.

Suddenly he felt like he had seen too much, like he shouldn't have been there. Feeling a little guilty at intruding on her personal memories he moved away, back into the room of doors where he had started.

Contemplating what he had seen, he was surprised by the darkness that shadowed Rose's past. He wasn't sure what he had expected to find, but from someone that seemed so strong and positive and full of life he certainly hadn't predicted this.

It reminded him of his own past, on a smaller and more domestic scale of course. He too had had his heart broken and lost family members. He felt a new connection with Rose, and now he found himself almost hoping that she did learn about his past whilst in his mind. After all she deserved to after he had pried into hers.

Perhaps when all this was over they could… talk about it. A new concept for him, but one that for the first time in his life seemed appealing. He wondered how she would feel, talking about her past…

o o o o o

Back in the Doctor's mind, Rose was growing ever more fearful that she would not find what she was looking for. She had felt so overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of doors that beheld her, so not knowing what else to do she had simply investigated the ones that she had felt drawn to.

She had discovered so much of his past, and it had broken her heart. She had experienced the beauty of his home planet Galifrey, had witnessed how he had destroyed it in the process of ending the Time War with the Daleks, and had seen those he had loved and then lost.

The emotions that she had felt – his emotions she realised – had almost been too much for her to bear. Such rage, regret, guilt… she could pick out so many, the list seemed never-ending but none of them were good. She had always known he was somewhat haunted by his past, but she had never realised quite how tragic it was.

She had also seen the times he had spent with Martha Jones and Donna Noble, the time after they had been separated. He had been through so much even since then; finding another of his own kind only to have him die in his arms, not before having witnessed him rip apart the earth whilst holding the Doctor prisoner. His experience as a human; falling in love, witnessing a brief glimpse of a life he could never have. He had been such a different man, and yet that was all still hidden somewhere within him. She had felt his pain as the living sun that had burnt him from the inside out, and it had almost blinded her.

She hoped that he would be willing to talk to her about the things she had seen, because she felt the need to do something, anything, even if it were just to hold his hand and tell him she was there for him. She knew he had been looking at her past – odd as she found the concept, she could feel him wandering through her memories.

She didn't mind that he had said he wouldn't for a second; in fact part of her was glad he had seen, because there were things about her past she wasn't sure she would have had the strength or the opportunity to ever tell him. Now she felt that they were truly even, and a new bond could form between them – so long as she was able to fix him first that was, and that she wasn't stolen away from him after all of this was done.

The one thing she had noticed was that despite the amount of things she had seen, there had not been a single trace of her. Every so often she would catch fragments of moments she recognised – a werewolf, a child with a gas mask for a face, faceless humans – but these were distorted, as if broken into pieces, and she was absent from them all.

A feeling of despair took over her as she stood once more in the endless corridor. What was she supposed to do? The Doctor's words floated through her head…

"I have faith in you…" Suddenly she felt determined not to be overwhelmed by what she had seen - by the Doctor's emotions and the intimidating corridor. She focused all of her energy on the hope that soon they'd be reunited – properly – fuelled by the Doctor's trust in her. He was relying on her, she couldn't give in now.

And then, out of nowhere a new door stood before her, all of the others suddenly far away in the distance. It seemed grander than the others, with an ornamental pattern carved delicately into the wood. On closer inspection she could see that they were roses, crafted with such care. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised she'd found it – this door must contain her.

She could almost feel the emotion creeping out from under the doorway, as though it were desperate to get out. It was everything warm and happy, and just by reaching out for the door she could sense the positive emotions trapped behind it.

But just as she attempted to open the door, she was dismayed to find it locked. Her momentary high spirits were quickly dampened as she tried with all her might to get in, but to no avail.

What was she supposed to do now? She stared at the keyhole, willing it to simply click open. She had made the door appear by wishing for it, so perhaps this could work the same way? But no matter how hard she glared at the door it would not open.

Her stomach plummeted. She looked around the room frantically for anything that might assist her. Maybe she needed to find a key? But there was nothing except for the endless doors, and she was promptly reminded that she was not physically in a room; this was all just in her head. Well his head…

She shook herself, this was no time to get confused. Her heart began to race as panic took hold.

Now what?!

o o o o o

The Doctor was still mulling over what he had seen in Rose's mind. He couldn't stop thinking about the parallels between her and himself. He also recalled her telling him how she had left her whole family behind in the other universe, so effectively she was just as alone in the world as he was.

That was if she wasn't taken back there once time reversed. He hoped desperately that she would be able to stay with him. He suddenly found himself yearning to talk to her about his past, which in itself was shocking because he seemed to spend most of his time hiding it from his companions.

He also caught himself thinking about how much he simply liked her. The way she smiled at him, the way she trusted him instantly and without question, the way she held his hand…

Through his day dream of Rose, the Doctor slowly became aware that a door had appeared before him. At first he was taken aback. How long had that been there? Or was he just going mad? Nope, it was definitely too late for that.

He could feel a positive pull towards the door, as if it were drawing him in. But he resisted the urge, remembering what he had seen last time- he had decided not to intrude any further on Rose's privacy. He promptly put his back to the door in an attempt to deter himself from being tempted into it, but to his surprise it persisted and once more appeared in front of him.

Was he meant to enter? This one did seem different to the others; he could definitely feel optimistic emotions emanating from it. Perhaps what he would find would not be as dark. Timidly he reached out for the door, and entered the memories.

The one thing the Doctor certainly had not been prepared to see beyond the door was… himself. He found a vast network of memories all stemming from the door, all being times that Rose had spent with the Doctor. He was surprised to see that she even had memories of his ninth form – he hadn't realised they went so far back.

There were so many memories, and every one was still vivid with every detail still perfectly preserved. The main thing that bowled him over though was the intense emotions that still ran through them all. Sometimes there was fear, occasionally intense sadness or sympathy, but always a thrill and excitement. But the one constant emotion was love.

Her love of the new life she had found, full of discovery and danger; her love of the times they had shared through thick and thin; but most importantly her love of him. It was present in every scene, getting stronger the further he went. Her passion stunned him, and he began to feel overwhelmed. Since meeting her he had been able to tell that she harboured feelings for him, but he had no idea that her love ran so deep, and it touched his heart.

He was used to people falling for him – and why shouldn't they? – like Martha had, but they all eventually left him or moved on. Martha had made it her own decision to leave him, and had wasted no time getting engaged. Whereas Rose had waited for him. He could see that in her mind – she had been told that she could never ever see him again but she had never given up hope and never moved on.

As he passed through one of her last memories of him he felt her utter despair and heartbreak at being separated from him, like her whole world had been stolen away from her. The emotions he felt were almost too much, and he quickly withdrew from the memory and back into times they had spent together.

Like when they had re-visited the Queen's coronation he could see how happy he had been with Rose. He watched the memories fondly, and he hardly even realised as fragments of them became familiar.

o o o o o

Rose found herself now openly panicking over what to do about the locked door. She felt like she had tried everything, exhausted every possibility. The furthest she had got had been when she had simply thought about the Doctor, focusing on the emotions she felt for him and visualising them together. She had figured that if she had more or less visualised the Doctor's whole mind herself then she should have some sort of control over it.

But it hadn't been enough. The door had rattled a little, as though whatever it was that was being kept behind it had become agitated. She needed something more, she just wished she knew what.

And then she felt something, in both the Doctor's mind and back in her own. She could feel strong emotions suddenly coming from the Doctor, though they seemed a little confused and she couldn't quite work out what exactly he was feeling. She could also feel that he had delved deep into some of her memories, and wondered what it was that he had found.

In the Doctor's mind she saw flickering images of the memories he was witnessing, and suddenly she understood what it was. He had found her memories of the Doctor, and through the mixture of emotions she could feel his affection for her growing.

The door before her suddenly rattled, once more coming to life. For a moment she thought that he had opened it himself simply by looking at her memories, but the door only continued to shudder, without succeeding to unlock.

And then she understood.

Separately neither of them could unlock those lost memories. They had to do this together.

Rose focused everything she had on thoughts of the Doctor; the wonderful times they had shared and her perpetual love for him. Every ounce of her being concentrated on how much she needed him, how much she cared about him.

For a single perfect moment - frozen in time and yet gone in an instant - their two minds became one, each one thinking only of the other, each one feeling the others love.

It was enough to blast the locked door clean off its hinges, and a wave of emotions spilled out, sweeping Rose away. Before she had even comprehended what had happened she was opening her eyes and seeing the Doctor in front of her. A huge grin adorned his face, and his eyes were wide open and sparkling with joy – the eyes of her Doctor, the one she had missed with all her heart.

"Rose! I remember!" He exclaimed ecstatically.

But as he reached forwards to grab her into a hug the ground suddenly began to shake, and a deep rumble reached their ears.

"Doctor?" Rose asked nervously.

"Time is healing… its reverting back to before any of this happened," The Doctor looked up at her and the pain and desperation was evident in his eyes.

"No…not now, I've only just found you! It's not fair!" Rose begged, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop it…" The Doctor looked at her apologetically. Once more they tried to reach out for one another, but they were pulled apart by an immense force as time began to reverse.

"Rose!" The Doctor yelled as the world around them faded out, so that she was all that was left. "I'll find you!" He shouted to her as she disappeared into the blinding white light. "I'LL FIND YOU!"

Then everything went dark.

A/N: Sorry if that ending was too much like the end of Forest Of The Dead where Donna's calling out to Lee, it's just exactly how I'd imagined that scene and couldn't think of a better way of doing it. Also sorry if that was kinda rubbishy and farfetched, like I said I struggled a bit writing this one. It probably could have done with a bit more drafting but I figured I'd kept you all waiting long enough XD

I think just one more chapter… maybe more I'm not sure. Depends how I decide to take things :P but its coming up to September now which means very soon I'm going to university… scary stuff, but it means I probably won't have much time to write :( so I really do need to end this story before I go away.

Thanks very much for reading!