So this is the last part of this particular thrilling saga. I know it was so good right? Right? No? Well I tried my best anyways.

So now we get to see if the Doctor and Rose will be able to save everyone so hold in tight everyone and we will go see now.

And if you wouldn't mind leaving a review or two I wouldn't mind... You know. But it's not like I'm here sitting by my phone checking for some every day. Haha *nervously sweats*

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Doctor Who. I do, however, own a David Tennant stand up poster. But that's the closest I will ever get, probably.

Chapter 14

Within hours of their original meeting, the Doctor had truly proven to the Order how valuable an asset he was. Their plans of how to leave their home world and find another had come further than it had in years and, for once, hope had returned to all.

Between everyone's efforts an actual working plan had been devised: DNA samples would be taken from a few of the alien people an environmental neutralizer would be procured from it. The effects from the tested samples were even smaller than the Doctor had hoped it would be, but it was still enough to get everyone to a new planet. Next, the teleportation device would be fixed and used to bring everyone up to the surface. Almost as soon as he had looked the device, the Doctor knew why it wouldn't work. It was only a planetary teleportation engine and the coordinates of where any person would land would have to be on that same planet. The reason it never worked was because the device was smart enough to sense danger on where the landing would take place and would shut down before any harm could be done. But, between the neutralizer and a little help from the TARDIS, it would finally work again and expand to transport the entire population in one click. Then finally, after a lot of bargaining and begging, the Doctor was able to find a close planet who would take in the whole population of Enslador (the name which the Order had told the Doctor and Rose to use) with their own teleports and bring them to the Shadow Proclamation to find a new planet.

It was a completely great and lucky plan. Apparently, no other people which the Doctor had called for help had agreed because they were not able to find life signs on the planet (their ships not being as strong as the TARDIS, it made sense), and all thought it was a prank call of sorts. By pure luck, the last place the Doctor called was able to pick up the tiniest life signs and and (skeptically) agreed to help. But it was happening, and that was the most important part.

The Doctor and Rose kept smiling at each other, knowing they were achieving the impossible once more. It could have easily been argued that nobody, not even the thousands of people they were saving, were happier than they were. It had been so long since they had been on adventure of this amount, and they couldn't help rejoicing over the fact that they could even still do it. No matter how accustomed they came to be that they were once again together, they would probably never stopped being shocked about it.

The final stages of experimentation were upon them and everything was going perfectly to plan. The neutralizer had been perfected, the teleports had been fixed and magnified, and the rescuers were very nearly there. Yet the fact that it was all happening so quickly alarmed a few, including the Doctor. He knew there must be some sort of mistake about it, but he couldn't seem to find a single one. It was like him feeling he had left something important behind somewhere, but knowing he had everything with him. So he chose to move forward, not wanting to waste another second over something that was probably no use for an alarm. The only thing he could do was pray that he didn't end up hurting an entire civilization in the attempt to save them.

Only a few hours later everything was in place and set to go. A few of the Ordermen had tested out the poison cancelation mixture and were waiting above the surface for the rest, assuring everyone still beneath it would be safe. They also reported of a huge ship hanging over the planet just waiting to take them to safety.

In the final moments before the rescue was set to happen, Rose saw the Doctor working furiously to double, triple, even quadruple check all of the work. She sensed something wasn't right by the his frowning brow, but she figured if he had found anything wrong he would have already said something. And the fact that she didn't find any trouble when checking herself, pushed the thought to the very back of her mind. Everything would be fine-no perfect- about this trip and there would be no convincing her otherwise.

"You ready?" Rose asked the Doctor, finally walking to him.

He stared at the computers through his glasses, then looked up and smiled. "Yep. Everything seems to be in order, so I believe it is time to go!"

The two walked back, hand in hand, to confirm the journey's occurrence. When both agreed their seemed to be no problems, the Order took a final victory applause and went off to let the people in the planet know teleportation would be happening at any moment. As everyone came out, Rose and the Doctor headed back to the TARDIS, planning to meet them all at the surface.

With two final grins, the push of a few buttons and levers, and a great sounding "allons-y!" the TARDIS took off back onto the outer floor of the planet. Taking a quick peak outside through the window, Rose jumped up and down excitedly, seeing huge amounts of the blue aliens appearing right in front of her.

"Care to go outside now for a real view of it all?" The Doctor asked.

"Of course!" Rose agreed, to which she opened the door and walked out, with the Doctor following right behind.

Quickly stepping out in front of Rose, the Doctor examined his work. There were people popping up everywhere: people with huge grins who were just happy to finally be leaving, people frowning at the sight of their old home planet, and people who were scared probably were just waiting for the neutralizer to wear off. All of the different expressions brought a smile to the Doctor's face. He had created these different faces, he thought. If it weren't for him, none of the people standing before him, whether happy, scared, or otherwise, would have been where they were at this moment. None of them would be feeling anything other than hopelessness. It was so great to him that he even forgot about Rose standing near him.

Within another blink of an eye, the same faces the Doctor had just seen seemed to be disappearing. At first it frightened the Doctor. Was it possible something was going wrong, he thought? But then he looked up and saw the trails of the disappearances leading up to the ship just overhead and let go of any fears he had. The plan was working perfectly and there was nothing to worry about.

As the last few bodies were being transported up to the sky, the Doctor stayed and stared at the now empty planet. It felt different now that he knew everyone was safe. Instead of feeling a slight shiver up his back from an insecure planet, he felt a sort of warmer and comforting feeling. It was still a rather depressing sight to look at, but knowing an entire planet wasn't stuck under it made it so much better. Now the only thing missing from this picture of happiness for him was Rose smiling by his side, discussing where their next trip would be. So, planning on doing so, he turned around.

But she wasn't there. Or at least, she wasn't standing there. Right where he had seen Rose last, he now found her on the floor, apparently passed out.

With a sudden jolt of energy, the Doctor ducked down to her, his breathing was becoming ragged and his hands very shaky. He tried shaking Rose awake, but that didn't work, and neither did the few gentle slaps he gave her to the face. Without wanting to waste another second, he scooped her up on his arms and rushed her to the infirmary.

"Come on, come on..." Mumbled the Doctor as he checked for a pulse. Rose was now lying on a bed in a room which highly resembled that of a patient's room in a hospital, but a lot bigger.

The Doctor was struggling to see if Rose's heart was still going with his very shaky hands. Every time he thought he felt a thud he realized it was just the feeling from his pumping fingers. Eventually he just fave up and pulled out his stethoscope, this time he was able to find a stable pulse. The Doctor took a huge breath of relief in before going back to work with 'She isn't dead. She isn't dead..." running through his mind.

Once the Doctor was able to grab all the equipment needed, he did a full body scan of Rose. He had absolutely no clue what could have damaged her this badly and wasn't going to cut any corners.

When the report came back to him minutes later the problem area seemed to be coming from Rose's chest, her lungs to be specific. Apparently the neutralizer had had a bad affect on her lungs, which was causing them to take in less and less breath. The Doctor supposed the oxygen deprivation must have caused her to lose consciousness. According to the information, she was continuing to lose oxygen supply at a frighteningly constant rate.

The Doctor was struggling to think now. He had to make a solution which would reverse the effects of the neutralizer but he just couldn't think of the right combination and anything which could possibly fix the problem seemed to be just as deadly to a human body like Rose's. He paced back me forth through the laboratory set up in the room, trying to find something that would work in time.

Then it came to him. "Of course!" he said. And he rushed, grabbing anything he needed and throwing anything else out of his sight.

He ran with full hands to another nearby station full of tubes and vials and other such instruments. The Doctor measured out each of the liquids and mixed them all together. Then he crushed up a few pills and added them to the mix. When the color of the solution reached a sort of muddy green, he took a syringe and drew it full.

Now returning to Rose, the Doctor checked her heart beat again. It was almost nonexistent now, but he couldn't deny it was still there. Hoping that his plan wouldn't fail, he reached for Rose's left arm and injected the mixture into her vein. Once the syringe was empty he reached for a band aid and wrapped it around her arm. Now that the deed had been done, he only waited.

One minute passed. Then a second went by and carried a third along with it. Eventually a whole ten minutes had dragged by and there was no change.

"Please, Rose. Please wake up. For me. Please!" He begged her, but it changed nothing. Rose was still lying unconscious.

Finally the Doctor gave up on waiting for her to come back. If she was going to die, he just couldn't bring himself to watch while he knew he couldn't do anything for her. He got up, face her a kiss, and and headed towards the door.

Then, just as he was walking out, the Doctor heard it. It wasn't much, but it was the greatest sound he has ever heard. It was a weak cough.

The Doctor jolted back to Rose's bed. She was awake; she was desperately trying to take in air during a massive cough attack, but she was alive.

"Doctor," she breathed, finally in control of her voice.

"Shhh," he whispered back with a smile. "You need to rest. Just sleep okay, and when you wake we can talk."

Rose gave a weak nod in response and fell asleep almost instantly.

Hours later, Rose woke again. Her head hurt a lot and she felt awfully dizzy, but nothing worse. When she opened her eyes, her vision took a few extra seconds to kick in, but it came nonetheless. Except there seemed to be one thing missing from the room which she wondered was a trick of her slight impairment.

"Doctor?" She called out, but nothing' came in response.

"Doctor?!" She called out again.

This time she heard a voice call out "coming" followed by a crashing of what seemed to be dishes, which was then accompanied by a quiet "damn it". Immediately after, the Doctor came into the room with a huge stain on his suit. Rose couldn't help but laugh.

"And what sort of trouble did you get yourself into this time?" She teased.

"I was only trying to make you a nice breakfast. But I think I carried too much at once and well... Long story short we should probably just go out to eat instead. But enough about my mishaps, how are you feeling?"the Doctor asked.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just bit dizzy and my head hurts a terrible amount. But Doctor, why do I feel like that? And why am I in here? I mean I'm not that shocked that about it or anything what with the stuff we do, but I just remember seeing off that planet to safety and then, well just nothing. What happened?" Rose said.

"Just a big mishap on my part. It turns out that the neutralizer canceled out the safer conditions of the firegrass on the human body. You passed out from your lungs shrinking and not being able to take in enough oxygen and hit your head a bit, which is why it's probably hurting. Nothing wrong with it, no bleeding or anything with it, so don't worry about that. But, anyways, I brought you back to the TARDIS and fixed your lungs back up. Took a little while, but you're good. I took a few bodily scans while you were sleeping and you seem to already be fully healed, though you might want to take it easy for a few days. Nothing wrong with just a little precaution," the Doctor answered. He tried to put another smile on his face, but this time it felt almost impossible to.

"Rose I am so sorry I let this happen," he babbled on. "I can't believe I was so careless. I knew there was something wrong and I should have checked again and I was just so stupid about it. I am so sorry and-"

"Doctor," Rose interrupted, taking his face in her hand, "it's fine I promise. And see, I'm fine so no harm no foul. I don't blame you for anything. No plan can ever be perfect and you saved all of those people. How could I be mad at you after that?"

"I was just such a big fool. But I promise it will never happen again," the Doctor replied.

"No, don't promise me that. Because if you say that now, you'll just blame yourself even more the next time it happens. You and I both know the dangers involved in what we do, and promising that I'll always be safe is practically taking away any other chance for a nice big adventure. So I don't accept that promise Doctor. Nothing against you, I just know that nobody could keep that promise while traveling through space and time. Especially people with a nasty habit of always finding trouble."

The Doctor laughed and agreed he would never say anything of the sort again. Then the two left the room and headed towards the console, planning to return home and probably stop by a nice place to eat some breakfast that wouldn't end up on the floor.