Chapter 1

The white walls of the hospital seemed to leach happiness out of the world as Rose sat next to the Doctor. He was approximately 89 years old now in human years, and she knew he was taking his last breaths. The wrinkles that grew into his face so quickly made him almost unrecognizable to the man he had been only a day before. A man who she was supposed to grow old with, not without.

She was struggling, so hard, not to break down and let herself cry as she sat in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs, staring at the Doctor as he rested through his last hours. She wouldn't let the Doctor's last memories be of her crying.

"Rose..." The Doctor rasped, startling her as he lifted a frail hand to gesture her over to him.

"I didn't know you were awake!" She hurriedly stood up and walked over to the hospital bed, leaning over to listen to what he had to say.

"Find... Him.." and then he reached up and pressed the gold jewel on her necklace that he had made the day before.

She felt herself fading from this reality as The Doctor, the half-human Doctor, who only lived for two short days, died.

"No! Doctor!" She screamed as the necklace sucked her from her reality, and she passed out.

She didn't know how long she was unconscious before she awoke. Upon waking, she found she was laying in a hospital bed, and she was hooked up to an IV. Confusion caused her heart rate to speed up and the monitors began to speed up as well, only adding to her anxiety.

"What-" Then she remembered what had happened. The Doctor's Timelord genes didn't mix with Donna's right; the half-human Doctor died of old age only two days after the real Doctor left her at that beach once again.

Before he died, though, he spent the majority of his last hours making her a necklace. She accepted it without words as he was already growing frail by then. She had spent hours trying to get him to leave the Torchwood lab and get him to the medical center, but when the Doctor decides to do something, nothing will stop him. So she stood by and watched as he visibly grew older every hour.

Then they finally got him to a hospital, and he died. Only, he died alone. He wouldn't let her stay with him through the end, because that is how the Doctor is. Was. He sent her here, wherever here was.

She felt tears threatening to fall from her eyes as she thought of her Doctor, dying alone in that hospital.

Then something occurred to her.

"Find... Him.." The Doctor, did he send her back to her original universe?

Hope speared through her, determination followed right behind.

She hesitated only a moment before she began struggling with the IV and machines around the bed. The high pitched screaming of the machine must have alerted the nurses to a problem, because soon it seemed like half the nurses on her level were in her room.

Her struggle with the nurses was short lived, as she soon felt the sharp sting of a needle, the sedative quickly taking effect.

"No!" Now the tears did fall, desperation giving her one last burst of energy as she fought the hands pushing her down into the bed.

Then the darkness began closing in on her.

Doctor...

The Doctor froze for a moment as the TARDIS activated herself. He raced to the console, trying to figure out what was going on, muttering to himself as no one else was aboard. After a moment he gave up and just looked at the TARDIS. "What are you doing, Old Girl?" The TARDIS gave a slight hum before materializing. "Well that was helpful," He mumbled, not in one of his brightest moods.

With a resigned sigh, the Doctor stepped outside the TARDIS to find himself right next to a hospital. With a questioning look to the TARDIS before shrugging, he walked towards the doors. "Well, I'm at a hospital, looks like I need to check something out, so let's get checked out," he decided, continuing to speak to himself.

It was an hour later, and he was sitting up in a hospital bed, a grin split across his face as a nurse stood beside his bed checking his *heart* rate. She seemed to be going through some minor shock as she recognized him as having two heart beats.

The Doctor was quite amused. "It's weird, right?"

The nurse was just silent for a minute before she spoke."There's got to be something wrong going on around here..." She mumbled to herself, an odd note in her voice as she gave him a weird look and starting to walk away as if nothing was actually amiss.

The Doctor's curiosity finally piqued. Two heartbeats and no comment? Definitely something weird going on.

"Why? Something weird happen?" His eyes were alight with the expectation of an adventure.

The nurse paused and gave him an even weirder look. "You could say that," She started after a brief hesitation, "earlier we had a woman appear out of nowhere, quite literally, unconscious. Then we ended up having to sedate her when she woke. And then there's you." She shook her head, and started to walk away again.

The Doctor was definitely excited now, this was something interesting "Wait!" He called to the nurse, "where is she?"

The Doctor got up to the 7th floor, where this mystery girl was stationed. They had to sedate her, he found out. She obviously had to look human, otherwise the scientists would be all over her, so she can't be that alien, he thought, trying to figure out who or what this individual was. It could be possible that this girl is even an actual human. maybe from an alternate univer... The Doctor stopped that train of thought and the pain that would be brought with it before he could no longer function. Hoping for that, he told himself, will only crush you anew.

The Doctor paused outside room 738. It's not her. It can't be her, he chanted, but still couldn't help the tiny spark of hope that was lit within him.

He opened the door, and saw her laying in the bed, golden hair fanned out beneath her, skin pale as a ghost. But it was her. "Rose," he breathed, heart squeezing and yet glowing at the same time.