And this is the last chapter. Its a bit open to interpretation...so really whatever you want to happen, happens.

In The Windmills Of Her Mind

Chapter Twenty

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel…

As the sun welcomed a new day, two bodies lay before the doors of a blue box. It was battered by the rain and the mud, it was long forgotten, yet it stood proudly on the hill top looking over the war stricken city below.

Slowly the Doctor dragged Rose through the doors and she dragged him until they reached the control room. Together they lay on the metal floor, their hands intertwined and their hearts heaving with effort to live.

The Doctor took one last look down at his tireless companion who battled so hard to save him; a smile almost touched his lips as he hit the control panel for the last time. As the Tardis whined and took off into space he turned down to Rose, a smile rested on his lips as he stroked as golden curl off her forehead.

'Thank you' he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to her coarse lips – unable to look at the wounds that wrecked her body. She responded by sliding her hand within his, their fingers tightly locked together as her head rested upon his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her body as they held on to one another.

'I'll never let go – I promise' she vowed to her Doctor, her voice a weak choke – her voice being the only trace of life within her wrecked body.

'I can never let you go' the Doctor admitted weakly as he clung to her hand.

Then as the weakened rush of blood made its way round their bodies, they felt the pounding within their slight began to fade. Together they slipped into the darkness, their hands and bodies forever intertwined as the one they were always destined to be.

The Tardis floated alone through time and space, wandering – just as her masters had, lost and afraid as her occupants lay together. Not alive and not dead – just together. And fading into the darkness of time was how the last Time Lord and his hero would disappear; no one would ever know what had become of them as they lost themselves in the life they had always wanted to lead.

Because through death they had found life. And through life they had found death.

…And the world is like an apple rolling silently in space, like the circles that you find in the windmills of her mind

The End

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