Doctor 10.5 and Rose find a rift in the universe and time is about to collapse. What happens when they travel back to their own universe, only to bump into a new Doctor and the Ponds? I don't own DW. If I did, Donna would still be around.

Everything

For so long, he had tried to convince himself that he did not love Rose Tyler. She was just a girl, just a human. He was the Doctor, the last of the Time Lords. He couldn't waste his time with a silly Earth girl when he had a universe to worry about. He tried to brush off the fact that he felt a twinge of hurt when she had first refused to go with him. He also tried to ignore the fact that he was thrilled to have her with her. She was fantastic, and she didn't even know it. Being kind, compassionate, witty, and loving made her the epitome of everything he loved about humans. She had saved him, and in more ways than one. Kissing her was quite a way to go, even if she didn't remember it.

He smiled slightly at the memory, remembering her fear when he was regenerating. He never wanted to put her through that again. Now the only thing she had to worry about was him catching a silly little cold. Bah! A time lord (or half, now) did not succumb to silly colds. Yet, here he was in their cosy flat, hiding under the covers. He couldn't afford to be sick. The rift was only getting wider and wider as time went on. There were no visible problems or incidents yet, but it was only a matter of time before the universes would collide, creating mass hysteria and killing millions. He had been persuing a few books, and doing some research on what could have caused it when he began to sneeze. As he was checking up on the TARDIS's growth (it was really coming along well, only a few more weeks and a fully grown TARDIS would await them) he began to cough. Rose fussed over him, insisting he rest. He could see the glint of fear in her eye, the fear that he would leave her once again was all too real in her mind. He wouldn't leave. Not even the clutches of death could take him. He shook his head slightly at his inner ramblings and exaggerations. It was just a bloody cold!

"Doctor," Rose sighed. She only called him that when they were alone, and it was comforting.

"I'm not sick!" he insisted, voice hoarse.

"It's just some medicine," she said exasperated. She held a bottle of medicine in her hand, shaking her head at her husband.

"I just need," he started, interrupted by cough.

"What do you need?" Rose asked, sitting on the bed.

He kept coughing, struggling to speak, "Need" another cough.

"What?" she looked worried.

"Tea," he let out a small grin.

Rose scowled and hit him on the leg, "You are ridiculous."

"Don't hit a sick man!" he poked his head out from under the covers. Rose glared at him, shaking her head.

"I'll go make a cuppa," she stood.

"With-"

"A bit of honey. I know," she smiled softly before leaving the room.

Amy sat in the kitchen, nursing a cup of hot coco. Something was amiss with the Doctor, and she didn't know why. He seemed even more aloof and distant than usual. Rory said to leave him be. She grudgingly agreed, not wanting to upset their mode of transportation. She had agreed to leave him alone, but that didn't mean she couldn't snoop. She poked around the many rooms of the TARDIS, not wanting to know why there as a room chock full of pinstriped suits. She went to the library and shuffled through some books, hoping to find a journal. All she got was a London newspaper. She furrowed her brow at the stack of newspapers in front of her. She took one, confused. Why would the Doctor keep a newspaper from 2006? She read the cover story, recalling the incident at Canary Wharf. She scanned the article, noting the names of the missing or dead. She didn't recall any of them to be of importance. Wasn't the Doctor there then? She remembered him talking (more like mumbling) about it a while ago. She looked at the date and paled. It had been five years to the date of the incident. Had the attack affect him so much? It was after all, the Daleks and Cybermen uniting...

Rory strolled into the kitchen, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"Hey," she said, looking up at him.

He sat down next to her and took the paper, reading it.

"This is an old newspaper," he stated.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Amy rolled her eyes at her husband. She snatched the paper back. "I want to know why the Doctor's kept this for so long."

Rory leaned over her to glance over the paper, "One of the names is crossed out," he pointed.

Amy looked to the name. She squinted, trying to make out the words.

"Rose Tyler," Amy muttered, "why does that sound so familiar?"

Before the Pond-Williamses had any time to mull over the name, the Doctor entered the entry way.

"Who's up for Mars?" he asked with an overly happy smile.

"I wanted to go to London," Amy said.

The smile vanished from the Doctor's face, features hardening.

"We can go tomorrow," he replied tersely.

Rory shrugged, elbowing Amy, "Mars it is."

The forced smiled returned, "Best be off, then."

Rose came back into the bedroom, holding a tray of tea and biscuits. She scowled when she saw the Doctor fiddling with his sonic screwdriver.

"You're supposed to be resting," she snapped, dropping the tray onto the bedside table.

"I just want to get it to work," the Doctor pouted.

Rose fought a laugh and resorted to her steely glare. The Doctor slowly put the sonic scewdriver down and put his hands up in a sign of surrender.

"You need to rest and get better so we can save the world," she said quietly, sitting down next to him.

"The Doctor and Rose, in the TARDIS," he mused, taking her hand.

"As it should be," she nodded decisively.

He gave a sigh, "I miss having pockets that are bigger on the inside."

She stuck her tongue between her teeth, chuckling quietly.

"I'm sure you'll be able to make those again," Rose assured him.

"It's been nearly three years and I still can't get the sonic to work properly," he said between coughs.

"Would you like a kettle and string?" she asked with a smile.

"Cheeky," he laughed softly before a fit of coughing took over.

The Doctor babbled away, firing off facts about Mars and its inhabitants. Rory and Amy walked behind him, not really paying attention.

"But who is she?" Amy asked, referring to Rose Tyler.

"If he wanted us to know he'd have told us," Rory stated simply.

Amy narrowed her eyes at him. Rory turned his attention back to the rambling Doctor, pretending to have been listening the entire time.

"So, Mars," the Doctor stuck his arms out. He turned around to face the young newlyweds.

"Who's Rose Tyler?" Amy asked.

Rory slapped his hand against his forehead. The Doctor's eyes bulged and his face turned stony and stoic.

"Who?" he said, acting as if he had never heard of the blonde human.

Amy shook her head, "Don't play that with me. Who is she?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he walked back to the TARDIS.

Amy and Rory followed helplessly.

The Doctor punched in new coordinates, silently seething. Amy was bringing up his past, something he tried to forget. The Nine and Ten in him told him just let it all out. They had loved and lost Rose time and time again. He didn't want to ramble incessentally like his Tenth self. He was well aware that Ten tried to hold on as long as he could, the image of a young Rose Tyler being embalzoned in his memory. He had gone to seek her out, one last time, to a time when she was oblivious to his existence. The Meta-Crisis Doctor may have been born in war, but he had been born in loss and agony and lonliness.

"Who was she? A companion? A friend? We know she must've been at Canary Wharf," Amy rattled on.

"Hey, this is all you, woman," Rory sputtered.

"Shut up, Rory," she hissed at him.

"You want to know who she was?" he asked quietly, voice the coldest Amy had ever heard it.

She nodded timidly, her former gusto and fearlessness seeming to escape her.

"Everything," the Doctor said painfully, "she was everything."

Please review, I'd really appreciate feedback. I think I've made poor 11 a bit too crazy, but I've got reason. He gallavants about in the 5th series acting as if nothing was wrong, as if he'd forgotten all about Rose and the others. He still has the same memories, and I think he likes to ignore whatever's happened because it hurts too much. After all, 10 didn't want to go.