Well, here we are, old friend. The last page ;) Kinda.
Thank you all soooooooo much for your support with this story, it's one that I have struggled with but loved the idea of.
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I have to confess that I haven't watched the End Of Time-I'm not a masochist yet :P so I wasn't completely keen on researching that totally so I struggled to write this as I was bubbling through the first part. :P
The ending was one that you all deserved, it's my favourite and totally honoured theory so I HAD to include it, however I was pretty awful at writing it because...well yeah, I don't have any excuses other than the fact that I struggled to write the ending :P.
I hope you've enjoyed reading it. Sorry for any mistakes.
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The whole town was completely empty, London looked nothing like London. It was deserted quite rightly like Donna described; a "ghost town". I muttered something about Sarah-Jane being right. She was always right, always being clever, always being brilliant and adventurous. My Sarah-Jane Smith.
"Think Donna," I said, my voice thick as a whole new wave of excitement rushed forward at the simple mention of her name on my tongue, her name. "When you met Rose in that parallel world what did she say?"
Donna looked distressed as she shook her head, trying to banish a headache sighed.
"Just 'The darkness is coming'..."
I was trying to calculate everything, absolutely everything and put it together but her bleakness wasn't helping.
"Anything else?" I asked unable to keep from shaking my head looking for her to answer me. I couldn't help but be a little bit patronizing.
She went to shake her head, or maybe throw her head back slightly and summon the memory but she stopped. Her eyes grew wide as she looked behind my shoulder and then looked into my eyes.
She flashed another gaze behind my shoulder then looked back to me, trying to hold back a smile. This really wasn't the time or the place; I couldn't afford to be patient about this!
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" She breathed, smiling as my wide eyes changed to recreate frowning confusion.
Ask her yourself? Why is she saying words? Why am I not translating them? Why can't I think what she means? I tried to translate it in Galifrayan with the help of the TARDIS but the English words sounded too beautiful to change.
Why don't you ask her yourself?
She looked up again as Rose's lullaby began to play in my head, the songs of my people, the song I'd created for her.
My feet were beginning to turn, my whole face contorting into nothing but a blank space.
There she was, the outline of her whole shape, Rose, she was looking at me. Rose, my Rose.
I turned a little more, still not understanding anything of this whole situation until I was face on and there it was. The smile, her face broke into a grin, a grin, my grin.
Rose.
Every fibre of my body every cell just stopped momentarily, I couldn't even begin to understand because there she was. She knew who I was. She recognised me. It was my Rose.
She smiled and began to run towards me, I could sense Donna smiling as suddenly I was running too. My feet were moving without my control as I stared open mouthed, calculating what this meant.
She was grinning, Rose, she was running towards me, my Rose the girl I'd lost, she was running and she was smiling at me but I just couldn't. I couldn't remember how to do anything except run towards her.
Then I was sprinting, cutting the air with my arms, my whole focus on Rose as I ran towards her and she to me.
I mirrored her smile, cutting through the breeze as every single being smiled; Donna to Rose and I, Rose to I, me to Rose, running faster than I'd ever run before.
I could see a little bit of Jenny. I could see the similarities of Jenny in Rose. They'd created Jenny from the deep imprints of Rose to not only give her one parent but to replicate Jenny on the one thing I longed for.
Rose.
Running towards her, I didn't stop, I was going to hold her in my arms, my Rose and never let her go but she gasped and slowed down. I didn't dare of course. My sights were set and then I heard the cry, that fatal cry.
My mouth opened in a gasp as the raw green energy shocked me to my death. I groaned. Rose. No! Rose.
Then I was on the floor.
Donna gasped and started running, a flash of light in the corner appeared, but it didn't matter because I could still hear the sound of her feet thumping towards me.
My head lolled to the floor in agony as her voice welcomed me.
"I've got you," She promised, staring intently on me. She recognised me. Rose. My Rose she'd come back.
I was dying, I was completely dying but it didn't matter because was at the one place I wanted to be. In her arms.
In her warm grasp.
Surges of pain were hacking through my body killing me in the most excruciating way but I welcomed it. This was how I was going to die.
"I missed you," She whispered. "Look." She was grabbing my neck like the younger her did and pulling me round so I could see her one last time.
Rose.
I was squinting, memorizing every moment, the end of the sentence from Bad Wolf Bay bubbling my lips. I didn't have enough left in me to utter them because I wanted to be here, I wanted to enjoy the moment of Rose. I wanted to be alive but I knew if I was going to die, I'd die happy.
I'd be complete.
Then the word fell out my mouth
"Rose."
Frowning I tried to focus again to see her properly.
"Long time no see?"
She was cradling my head as she made a joke but my whole body was trying to throw itself out of her arms. She didn't let it happen. She would never le it happen, I was safe here.
"Don't die!" she commanded. "Oh my God. Don't die."
I wanted to oblige, I really did but here she was, protecting me in my last moments of sanity. I didn't want to regenerate, I wanted to die here. With Rose.
She held onto me as my hands tried to fumble at the bottom of her jacket for her hands.
But I couldn't, I didn't have the energy.
Jack was trying to lift me up, so was Donna and Rose. I attempted to hold her around in my arms but I was failing and my arm fell barely able to hold a brief second of a hug.
I was going to regenerate.
"Two-thousand and five?" I repeated, desperate to watch her face to enjoy seeing her even though I promised I wouldn't come back.
She held her arms away from the cold, watching me with curiosity.
"Tell you what. I bet you're gunna' have a really great year!" The moisture took hold of my sight, the words stung as much as the radiation as I held in the tears.
Goodbye.
I was screaming inside my head, begging this not to be the end, begging them to let me start again begging anything and everything as the Ood song blinded my hearing.
"I don't want to go"
"It's you!" Donna squawked as I suddenly sat up. I was alive! I'm alive. No wait, better than that.
I wasn't the Doctor anymore, well I would always be the Doctor but better than that, I was the Meta crisis .I was a paradox being sustained by the TARDIS. I was alive.
"Oh yes..." I mumbled thinking of all that had happened.
"You're naked!" She squealed.
"Oh yes!"
Chaos happened; I got to see Martha, Mickey, Sarah-Jane. I was being hated on by a younger version of me and I was on an adrenaline rush from the death of Davros but I was alive!
"Don't you see what he's giving you? Go on tell her! Go on."
Feeling embarrassed under everyone's stares I looked at Rose and only Rose.
The younger me was trying not to look, trying to kill me with a glare but I just ignored him, he'd have everything. When the time came, he would be here with Rose Tyler. A Rose that recognised and loved him.
Then I was being kissed, being held in her arms and being able to actually give her everything back.
Everything was a blur, she was devastated and happy and confused. Everything had just rushed through and we were left on the beach again alone other than Jackie (who acted in a similar way to how Rose looked when Jackie first saw Parallel Pete) but it didn't matter.
Nothing else mattered other than the fact that we were where I'd always wanted to be, I was with Rose Tyler, I would finally live the adventure I thought I could never give her.
I'd have to get a mortgage, a house with windows and doors. More importantly I'd have to find a way to somehow prove that the TARDIS had sent my essence back into my own timeline. That was going to be difficult.
Still, we had the rest of our lives and we were going to spend it together.
The Doctor and Rose Tyler, how it should be, the stuff of legends.