Author's note: Here's the second (and last) part of the fic...I didn't post it originally, since I wasn't sure if I liked it and neither was my beta, but I figured I can't make it any worse. Enjoy! (or not)

He moved slightly so she could half-sit next to him, and she leaned more of her body against him. "This time, Rose. This time."

"Isn't that enough?"

He shook his head. "It should be, shouldn't it? I shouldn't be so greedy, shouldn't hope that the universe would give me more than that."

"But you deserve it," she said, a little confused about why he thought he shouldn't want everyone to live more often. "I mean, you've lost so much…shouldn't you get some back every once in awhile?"

"The universe doesn't balance like that, Rose," he said, sounding almost angry, but he didn't push her away. "No matter how many people I save, I can't make up for what I did, and even today, it wasn't all me. It was Nancy, it was Jack, it was you."

"You did most of it. Doctor, you can't keep beating yourself up like this."

"Can't I? Don't I deserve it? No matter how many people I save, even if it's an entire world, it doesn't change the fact that I destroyed one. Destroyed my people."

She moved her arm from in his arm to around his waist, and placed her other hand on his cheek so he'd look at her. "Is that why you try and save everyone? To make up for what you did? Because if that's all it is, if that's all there is to you, if guilt is the only reason you do anything, you can take me home."

"No—Rose, that isn't it," he said, and the emptiness in his eyes was replaced by desperation. "Please."

"I know," she said gently, and kissed his cheek. "Come have a cup of tea, since you ruined your first one."

"Tea doesn't fix everything."

"Having tea with me makes you stop your completely unnecessary and ridiculous moping about, given that everybody lived and we should still be celebrating."

"I'm not being ridiculous!" he protested, getting up. "It was productive!"

"Oh? And how's that?" she asked, taking his hand and pulling him to the kitchen.

He's suddenly serious, dangerously so. "It brought you. I might save worlds, but I can't save me, as you pointed out. A stupid ape, knowing more than me. Saving me! Now if that's not ridiculous, I don't know what is."

"Just for that, you can make the tea," she said, and he squeezes her hand. He's not all better, but everybody lived, and that's enough for now.