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eeveekitty85: Hee, you crack me up! ;) So glad you like Kit and I promise you'll find out what happened to Jack soon.

Miss-Smilla: Thank you so much for your review; I love the in depth ones! Okay, Kit: glad you can see she's not a Mary Sue, but as for trusting her, well, that's something you'll have to decide for yourself at the moment. The Doctor and Rose's connection: You have some really interesting points, but I don't want to spoil the story by commenting on them! As for getting a new companion so quickly…I really haven't specified how long ago he 'lost' Rose, but maybe Jack will be able to answer that one if they can find him... ;) Thanks again for the review and I hope I start answering some of your questions soon!

Dante Reaver: Hee, try not to lose your voice! ;) Those are some ideas you have about Jack, maybe you'll find out soon! Glad you're getting into this one, hope you like this chapter.

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Note: I haven't had internet access all week, hence the lack of updating, but I finally move into a new house on Sunday and I will not only have internet access, but I will once again have broadband squee.

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Part Six: For All The Universe

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"You're her boyfriend?" Kit says sceptically, but he barely hears her. His gaze is fixed on Ricky, Mickey, whatever, he doesn't really care what the boy is called, only that he can't call Rose his…because she's not.

"Yeah, I am…well, sort of."

"Sort of?" the Doctor asks, almost immediately. Any slight bit of hope that he has is clambering to the surface, but he tries not to listen lest he loses her again.

"Well, we never broke up, properly."

"But you did break up," Kit clarifies and Mickey glares at her.

"It's all his fault for stealing Rose away in the first place." Mickey is almost shouting, but the Dotor prefers that; means he can shout back and he's more than willing given the chance. "And when the pretty boy American showed up, well, that was it, wasn't it?" It's clear the boy doesn't expect an answer; he's just goading them, however, the Doctor smirks in response. He's liking his odds better with each word out of the whelp's mouth. "But we never really finished it." The truth still hurts, but the Doctor remembers. He remembers Rose's tears as she said goodbye. In her mind, Mickey is no more her boyfriend than he is, but in his mind, he stands more of a chance. "Where is she, Doctor?"

The question startles him and his reaction doesn't go unnoticed, but before he can be questioned (and before Kit can reply), he answers. "We're off to collect her and Jack just now, not that it's any of your business, Ricky."

Mickey glares at him. "There's no way Rose would let you visit Jackie without her. Where is she? I swear, if you've hurt her I'll-"

"You'll what?" He lets got of Kit's hand and steps forward, towering over Mickey, even though the height difference isn't that much. His eyes are furious and Mickey takes a step back. He's lost his Rose, lost her as if she were his keys or something, and he's mad at himself. Mad because he should never have let her go, mad because he feels lost, mad because she means the universe to him, mad at everything, but mostly he's mad at himself for forgetting her. He had actually forgotten her; who she was; what she meant to him - it was all lost and he has no idea where she is or how to get her back. And Ricky? Well, he's the perfect target to let it out on.

"T-tell her I want to talk to her."

"I might."

Kit takes hold of his hand and he's almost startled by her presence. The air around him only has room for him and his misery and self hatred, but she breaks through. She isn't about to let him wallow and she isn't going to stop before they get Rose back. He knows this as sure as he knows that he'll stop at nothing to find her.

"Get lost, Ricky," she says, startling him once again. He really wishes she'd stop doing that, but he consoles himself with the knowledge that he's not entirely himself - she's going to get a shock when he has Rose back and is on top form.

Without waiting for the boy to respond, they walk hand in hand to the TARDIS. The door closes behind them in no time and they move towards the central control together, separating and working the TARDIS seamlessly in silence. There's no need to talk, because he knows where they're going and she knows how to handle the rest of the journey.

He feels a tug in the back of his mind. Rose is calling him. He doesn't know exactly what the dreams are all about, but he's beginning to think less and less that they're just dreams. Something tells him they may be a link to the real Rose, something that's keeping them tied together. The panel in front of him blinks for a second, so quickly that he's not entirely sure that it happened and that's when he feels the TARDIS in his mind…he gets it now. Whatever the link is, whatever the dreams are, the TARDIS is helping them; somehow she's helping them.

"Thanks, old girl," he whispers as Rose 'tugs' again. "Kit, I-"

"On you go. If the coordinates are in, I can handle it from here."

He smiles and nods before heading out towards to Rose's room. Once again the TARDIS has rearranged the corridors, but this time he finds himself in the kitchen, no matter how hard he tries to get to Rose's room. He chuckles and takes the hint, making himself a sandwich before heading back into the corridors. He makes quick work of his food and soon finds himself in the room. Kicking off his shoes, he lies down, smiling as he finds her instantly.

He recognises the place immediately; they're in the first place they met. The building she used to work in is eerily quiet, no living plastic, no sound, nothing but them. Breaking out of the pattern of memories is easier this time as he crosses towards her, pulling her into his arms. He's pleased when she wraps her arms around him in return.


"Oh, Rose," he says into her hair.

She pulls away, but he won't let her out of the circle of his arms. She's looking at him with shock in her gaze and a hopeful smile on her face.

"That's right, Rose, I know you. I know who you are. I know where you're from; in fact I just spoke to your mother and that irritating ex-boyfriend of yours, Ricky." She punches his arm lightly, still smiling at him. "I remember who you are and I remember most of the things we've done together…but then that's what you were planning, wasn't it? That's why you're doing this. You're controlling these dreams, aren't you?"

She nods, a tear trickling down her cheek. She still doesn't speak and her silence bothers him.

"I wish I knew why you won't speak to me."

She shakes her head, looking helpless. Closing her eyes briefly, she tries to control her emotions. He understands, because he's a bit choked up himself.

"I can't remember how I lost you," he says, causing her to open her eyes again. "I get that you can't speak to me, but I wish you could." He looks away, not wanting to see her gaze when he next speaks. "I lost Jack as well. I don't know where he is, but I remember him, as well, now. I lost you both."

He feels her hands on his face. She forces him to look at her and the expression on her face is enough to tell him that she understands. Somehow she already knew.

"Is he with you?"

She shakes her head.

"Do you know where he is?"

Again.

He sighs. "Did we lose him first?"

She nods.

"Can you remember how?"

Once more she shakes her head. He has to resist the urge to shout at something.

"I don't understand what happened, Rose, but I promise you I will find out. I will find out and I will make them pay. Whoever did this to us will be sorry that they ever met us."

She nods. She stopped him from killing the last Dalek. She stopped him from allowing his anger to take over. But this time she can't…and she doesn't seem to want to either. He's glad, because whatever he does, it's not going to be pretty. Scenarios are running through his mind, each one worse punishment than the one before, but nothing seems enough.

Her hand touches his face again and he jerks out of his thoughts, leaning into her touch. She's with him and he doesn't want to waste any of their time together.

He has an idea and lets go of her so that he can grab hold of her hand. He pulls her with him and runs towards the open lift, glancing behind him to see her grinning. This is what it's meant to be like. He remembers the feeling well and it's perfect…except that he has to wake up soon. Ignoring reality, he chooses a level and grins at her as the lift doors close. They stand there, a brief moment suspended in time, just gazing at each other. They will be together again. He will make sure that they are.

The lift opens onto the roof and they walk out into the dark night. Walking to the edge of the building, he sits; his feet dangling off the ledge and she laughs…he wishes he could hear the sound. He remembers, but it's not the same.

After a moment of looking at him indulgently, she rolls her eyes and sits next to him. He nudges her and glances at her sidelong. She does the same, her tongue against her teeth. It all seems so right, being there with her. It's perfect. But perfect doesn't last forever. She screams in silence as her head whips back.

He reaches for her, but she's gone.

He sits alone in the darkness.

The light ebbs in around the edges, but to him it's just blackness…and he wakes without her once more.

He takes a deep, shaky breath and sits up, rubbing his eyes. He doesn't want to think what her abrupt departure meant. He can't think of it or it'll drive him insane. He consoles himself, knowing that he'll reach her soon and prays that soon is quick enough.

The TARDIS jerks as it lands and he stands up, heading towards the door. This is something new to think about, something to keep his mind off Rose, albeit briefly. He heads into the control room and sees Kit right where he left her. She's laughing to herself, or perhaps with the TARDIS, her fingers flying effortlessly across the touch screen he had finished with the previous week. She had fine tuned it, much to his displeasure, but it bothered him less that it ought to have. The TARDIS didn't mind, so he had no right to get annoyed at her; it wasn't him she was playing with after all. He frowns, briefly relieved that he kept that thought to himself so that Kit couldn't comment on his choice of words, before clearing his throat.

She smiles up at him and inclines her head towards the door. "You ready?"

"Aren't I always?" he asks cheerfully and she rolls her eyes.

"Come on then," she says with a sigh and they head to the door.

The dream he just had flashes through his mind and a grim smile replaces his momentary happiness. He can vividly see the pain that was etched into her features and he almost growls. He will find her. Rose might not be on the planet outside the door, but he's on her trail and he knows it. He's finally doing something, but he has a new goal for the moment, one that will lead him to Rose and fill in the other small hole in his heart that he has only just discovered. He has something else to focus on.

Finding Jack.

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End of Part Six

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Okay, so we're finally getting somewhere! I have the start of the next two chapters written, but I'm a bit unsure as to where I'm taking them. Chapter Seven: Little Girl Lost will be from Rose's POV, before we get back to the Doctor and Kit…and maybe Jack if they can find him! ;)

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