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. I do, however, have the Doctor Who theme (series 1-2) as my ring tone, so I feel ridiculously cool whenever I get a call.

Recall

Rose and John made their way back to their own TARDIS, leaving the Doctor with his two companions. Rose had asked him if she could take the pictures in her room. She stood in front of him, clutching a picture of Nine, her eyes glistening with tears. How could he say no to that? He nodded, knowing that there were copies of the ones she took. John had laughed, commenting that the picture was missing a banana. Amy and Rory looked at him as if he was insane, then to Rose, who errupted into stitches of laughter. The Doctor looked on, jealous that he could make her laugh so much after being upset moments before. He remembered a time when she would send laugh at what he said and send the adoring smiles to him. So, the Tyler-Smiths moved back to their TARDIS, with John muttering something about banana bread.

The Doctor immediately set the coordinates for Torchwood in Cardiff. Amy looked at him with a steely glare. He knew she wanted answers, but he didn't feel like giving her any. It was none of her damn business anyways. There was nothing to tell. Rose and the meta-crisis Doctor were happily married and very much in love. He had nothing to do with them anymore. Never again would he pine after the cheeky blonde with the cute smile. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

"So, interesting day," Rory scratched the back of his head. He had been trying to wrap his mind around everything that had transpired in a few short hours. He was still confused as to how the Doctor had a clone, who looked nothing like him. The word 'regeneration' had been thrown around, and John had tried to explain how he cam to be. He glanced to a pale Amy.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Amy asked, stepping towards her raggedy Doctor.

"It's nothing personal. You didn't need to know," the Doctor tried to brush her off.

"Did you not trust us or something? Is she the only one you trust?" she spat. Really, she had nothing against Rose. She just felt lied to, gypped. She had thought she had been special. The Doctor had chosen her of all people as a companion. They had been in contact since she was a child, for cripes sake.

"I trust you, Amy. If I didn't you wouldn't be here. Same goes for you, Rory," the Doctor replied tersely.

"Just tell us how you met her," Amy nearly pleaded.

"I manipulated her childhood," the Doctor sighed, "I moulded her into the perfect companion, and she didn't even know it. I was always there, watching over her. When I wasn't Jack was. Rose saved him. He's immortal now."

Amy and Rory sat back, watching the Doctor babble on. Rose had saved a friend of the Doctor's, and now he was immortal. How? Who was Jack? He had been mentioned along with Martha and Mickey, so where was he?

"She met me for the first time when I was in my ninth self. Big ears, I called him. She worked at a department store. The shop dummies were replaced by Autons, they kidnapped her boyfriend," he sighed again, "Look. It's going to take a hell of a lot of time to explain our friendship. To put things simply, she went with me. We travelled together, ran. And then she swallowed the heart of the TARDIS to save me, almost dying in the process. I saved her by kissing her, but then I regenerated. John is that me's clone. We became even closer, and then she got trapped. I burnt up a sun to say goodbye, but the signal failed just when I was going to tell her something. Martha was my next companion. She married Rose's ex a while ago. Rose and John are going to get them, now. Then came Donna," he smiled a little, "she was my best friend. Rose started appearing to her. She left me messages that I kept missing, being bloody daft that I am. Donna got tricked into creating a timeline in which I was dead."

Amy let out a little gasp, clutching Rory's hand.

"Rose came back to fix the timeline. She was working with UNIT, like Martha and Mickey are now. She left a message: 'Bad Wolf'. We're in Bad Wolf Bay right now. It means that the walls of reality had broken and that the universe was ending. That's when John was created. I left them together, knowing they would take care of each other. She was the last person I saw before I regenerated into this," the Doctor said. He nearly spat at them bitterly. "Happy?"

"Doesn't sound very happy," Rory muttured.

"You're right, it isn't happy! Ever think that that's why I don't want to relive it? I have to go on living, knowing that she would've stayed with me if I had asked, if John hadn't been created," the Doctor ranted desperately, wanting them to understand why he preferred not to talk about her.

"I'm sorry," Amy looked at him, truly apologetic.

"Next time, don't keep pushing. There's only so much more I can take," the Doctor growled.

Rose slumped agains the chair in front of the console, running her thumb over the picture frame. John settled in next to her. He looked at her in concern, knowing that meeting the Doctor again would mess with her head. He felt a little better that he had regenerated, as it would have gotten a bit confusing.

"How're you holding up?" he asked.

"I'm fine. I just hadn't expected him to be different," she shrugged.

John had been so afraid when he had been left with Rose that she wouldn't love him as much as she loved the Doctor. No matter how much he told her that they had the same memories and same thoughts, she had been so hesitant to go near him. Over time, she saw that they were, in fact, the same. John joked that she had loved him when he had changed faces, but now that he looked the same, she didn't.

"Don't you ever say that I don't love you," she whirled, hair fanning out behind her.

"Rose, I-" John started, tongue tying into a knot.

"I love you. I don't care if I never travel in the TARDIS again on some grand adventure, if it means I have you. I waited for you to come back for me, but you didn't. So I had to go and find you," her shoulders began to shake.

"I will never leave you again. I died a little every time," he took her hands.

"I'm so afraid you'll leave me again," she admitted.

"And here I was, afraid you'd leave me," he offered a wry smile.

"Never," Rose said decidedly. She was shocked that he could even think that.

"I love you, Rose Tyer," John insisted.

"And I love you, John Smith."

There, at Jackie and Pete's garden party for Torchwood employees, they had reconciled for good. Jackie had come chasing after them, chastising the pair for ignoring the party. To escape her wrath, John had but one word, "Run". Rose had taken his hand and they set off into a sprint, laughing the entire way back to Rose's room, falling onto the carpet, doubled over in laughter.

Even though he liked to be called 'the Doctor' when they were alone, at that moment, he felt whole. She had called him 'John', not 'Doctor'. That meant that she did love him. She didn't see them as one and the same, true, but she accepted him. She wouldn't push him away or block him out. For that, he was grateful.

"Shall we head out. Pay the Smiths a visit?" the Doctor asked, "Huh. Both Mickey and I are Smiths."

Rose chuckled and shook her head, "Let's go."

"Allons-y!"

Earth, 2011. Rose stepped out of the TARDIS, holding her breath. London, her London. She looked around, taking in all the differences between the two Londons. She tapped her foot on the sidewalk. It felt harder than the ground back home. Huh. She had started referring to the parallel Earth as home, and she didn't know when that had happened. John stepped behind her, closing and opening his eyes.

"We've done it," he murmured, "it works. Oh, she's brilliant!" he pat his hand onto the TARDIS affectionately.

"I can't believe it," Rose said quietly. It had been years since she had last been here. Since she had been at Henriks, or eaten a decent bit of chips. The other ones were too salty, but John loved them.

John popped back into the TARDIS, punching in a name. Rose followed him, curious.

"What're you doing?" she asked, not recognizing the letters. She figured they must be Gallifreyan.

"Finding Mickey's mobile number," he replied.

"Hello?" his voice sounded over the phone.

"Mickey, it's me," Rose spoke into the intercom.

"Rose?" he asked.

"Hello, Mickey," John sounded.

"Doctor? Bloody hell. What're you two doing back?" Mickey asked.

"About that, the universe is about to collapse into itself, so we need a bit of help," John said, explaining everything that had happened.

The Doctor jerked open the TARDIS door. Amy and Rory followed him, gaping at the imposing building.

"Welcome to Torchwood," he said as they walked to the entrance.

"'Scuse me, is Jack here?" the Doctor asked a dark haired man at the desk.

"Name?"

"I'm the Doctor," he said, watching the man's eyes widen. He nodded and took off quickly, trying to find Jack. A few minutes later, he was accompanied by a tall man.

Amy eyed him. Were all of the Doctor's friends attractive?

Jack looked at the Doctor warily, "How do I know it's you?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and took out the sonic screwdriver. Jack grinned and moved to greet his old friend.

"Nice bow tie," he chuckled.

"Oh shut it. First the Meta Crisis Doctor, now you!"

"Hold on, what?" Jack asked.

"Rose and the Meta Crisis Doctor-John, he calls himself-are here. Well not here. They're at UNIT at the moment. At least they should be," he tried to explain.

"Rose is here?" he looked shocked, "I thought they were stuck there?"

"There's a rift, Jack," he answered solemnly.

A blue box, a blue, flying box. Stars and planets and a man in pinstripes with glasses. A blonde girl and her loud mother. Robot things, shouting "exterminate", heading towards the man. People tied up and held. The blue box was flying, faster and faster, plummeting into nothingness. She was going to die. It would crash, and she would die. She looked around helplessly, aluminum and metal collapsing around her. There was a flash of creatures with long tentacles, looking squid faced. The blonde girl in a monitor screen, shouting but no words coming out.

Donna Noble sat up on her couch, sweating. She looked around and saw that she was, in fact, in her living room. She was not falling in some space box...thing. She patted the couch, relieved. What the bloody hell had that been?

Her grandfather strolled into the room, holding a tray of tea.

"Did you have a bad dream again?" Wilf asked, concerned. As much as he liked the Doctor, he didn't want his granddaughter to die because she remembered him.

"The box was fallin' this time," she said wearily.

"I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe you're stressed from work," he suggested.

"Yeah, work," she nodded taking the cup of tea, "maybe I need to see a doctor."

Wilf's eyes widened, "I'm sure you're fine."

Doctor. Tea. Flying blue box. Donna. Doctor. Donna. She clutched her head, dropping the tea. Doctor. Donna. It all jumbled up in her mind, and dammit it hurt. The squid faced creatures. The girl in the screen. Friends. Doctor. Donna.

Wilf started to fade away, and all she saw was black.

Doctor. Donna.

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