A swift but determined need is burning at the base of my skull. Mist and golden tendrils flow through me and out of me, enhancing my awareness. I feel his astounding look before he can form it, I know his words before he does.
"What have you done?" His voice is shadowed in awe and fear.
"I looked into the Tardis, and the Tardis looked into me." The awe fades as the fear strengthens. My arms lay at my sides, palms facing out towards him, open to him and to my Tardis.
"You looked into the Time Vortex. Rose, no one's meant to see that!" Even with all of the knowledge in the universe I have trouble comprehending his words. He doesn't understand. I can feel, see everything. I've never felt more capable in my entire, tiny life. I hear the enemies, the Daleks, interrupt.
"This is the Abomination! Exterminate!" A beam that would have killed the much more human-like Rose Tyler is racing towards me. The knowledge of the Tardis guides me, and as one we return the energy of the beam.
I try to give the doctor an explanation, try to make him understand. Even as I stay it I myself am still realizing, trying to catch up. "I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words, I scatter them in time and space. A message to lead myself here." He must understand, it's all so clear now. As I speak, I send the words back in time, back for me to find earlier today, earlier this year, as a child even. All for him. A puzzle for myself.
"Rose, you've got to stop this. You've got to stop this now. You've got the entire vortex running through your head. You're going to burn." I can feel his love for me in these words. He cares, he truly cares about me, even if the words may go unspoken.
The Tardis and I both speak through me, we've had a difficult journey through time and space to be here. "I want you safe. My Doctor. Protected from the false god." The echo of her is ever so slight in these words.
The false god speaks, again to me, "You cannot hurt me. I am immortal." Each word carries emphasis, an attempt as weighting the words to increase my fear of him. If only he knew. If only these creatures could comprehend just a sliver of the universe, if only they could know just how incredibly wrong they are. I turn, and the Tardis speaks through me, for I cannot do this myself. Two years of travelling with the doctor and even with the entirety of time and space rushing through me I fear I will never learn the ins and outs of the universe.
"You are tiny. I can see the whole of time, and space. Every single atom of your existence, and I divide them." I raise my hand and feel the warmth rush out as the energy from the Tardis disintegrates the Daleks as we watch. The Doctor is awe struck. I can feel the weight of the war lifted from his shoulders.
"Everything must come to dust. All things. Everything dies. The Time War ends." The last of the Daleks, the false god, crumples and all molecules are whisked away on a breeze, on an electric Tardis breeze which flies them into the time locked war. The war which they will never again escape.
They are gone. We are safe. The Doctor is with me now.
"Rose, you've done it. Now stop. Just let go." The essence of the Tardis swirls through my mind in agreement, wanting me to release it before it's too late, but the excited neurons in my head that she brushes against are re-energized with excitement and new potential pathways are illuminated.
"How can I let go of this? I bring life." As the words form on my lips, I can feel it, the Tardis energy soaking into the very fiber of my being, attaching itself to every tissue within me. It is warm. Suddenly warm and dark. I feel Jack, our friend, our companion, come to life downstairs from where the Daleks had unrightfully slain him. The Time Vortex dims, and I can sense the Tardis trying to retreat from my mind, looking for an escape hatch more frantically by the nano second.
"But this is wrong! You can't control life and death." Pressure builds up against my eyes, although I no longer know if they're open or shut. I turn towards him. He felt the return of Jack, too.
"But I can. The sun and the moon, the day and night. But why do they hurt?" The question is burning, the knowledge in my head, it moves too quickly. Much too fast. I can't keep up. Too many thoughts to think, so many possibilities to consider. The pressure accelerates and I feel as though I am on the urge of fainting.
"Oh my Rose, the power's going to kill you, and it's my fault." I hear my Doctor, my good, infallible Doctor speak and I know that he speaks only of the truth. Everything must die.
"I can see everything. All that is, all that was, all that ever could be." I'm in his arms now as the strength in my legs fade as he lowers us onto the floor gently.
"That's what I see. All the time. And doesn't it drive you mad?" I can't let it go. The Tardis, she's within me. I feel something, something soft through the darkness on my lips. It is my doctor, kissing me, carefully and softly but with a needy hunger. My head, it pounds as the vortex longs for freedom. I can feel the vortex being pulled from me, out of me and to my Doctor. I fight the loss. I can't let it hurt my Doctor too. Any lasting bit of my consciousness fades and my willpower crumples as I grip onto the lasting golden wisps of light. I can feel it. I can feel myself dying. But I can also feel the warm, strong hands of my Love, my Doctor, tightly around me as I die, the swirling light stopping as he pulls the last of the vortex out of me, but too late.