A/N: Hehe, sorry it took so long. Here's the sad tradgedy/fantasy ending. :D

Sad Ending…

Mickey's eyes widened, and he rapidly shook his head at her. He reached to his neck and thoughtfully stroked the giant yellow disc still hung around his neck.

Before he even knew what he was doing he was taking it off from around his neck, fighting the pull of the void and he got as near to the ground as possible. With a hard, firm motion, he slid it across the floor to Rose.

She caught it in her teeth of all things, using the very last remnants of energy still tucked away inside to pull the Doctor up towards her, linking her legs in his to keep him stationary beneath her. She quickly put the yellow disc around their necks as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, letting go of the lever altogether.

They both flew backwards together towards the void, the Daleks and Cybermen coming now only one at a time. Feeling as thought she were in slow motion Rose fumbled for the yellow button one handed, as she didn't want to take her lips off of his. Her hand searched frantically for the centre of the button, but it too was being pulled towards the void with them as made the object hard to grasp.

The wall was rippling like a pebble dropped in water now, and Rose and the Doctor were but a mere metre from the wall of the void.

Rose knew she wasn't going to get the disc in time. She quickly pushed the unconscious Doctor as far as she could from the wall to prevent him going through, willing to sacrifice herself in order for the Doctor not to be trapped in Hell forever.

She closed her eyes.

And hit the solid wall with an immense amount of force.

Several cracks rang out as she slipped to the floor, limp. The Doctor followed her impact with an equal amount of force, more cracks ensuing as he dropped on top of her, landing awkwardly as a mess of limbs in the quiet of the darkened Torchwood Tower. Both were unmoving, eyes closed.

It was a few moments before anyone moved due to mostly shock, but the horrifying sight that caused movements of panic in the gathered group was the single trickle of blood that dripped down out of the Doctor's ear onto the floor. Jackie moved forward hesitantly, Pete, Mickey and Jake in tow as she knelt down next to them both, not even daring to touch for fear it would bruise them more.

"Get an ambulance under Torchwood's name," Pete commanded loudly to whoever might be listening as he moved to detangle the pair, assuming leader over the situation. He lifted off the Doctor with slight difficulty, dragging him back as carefully as he could although Pete Tyler could see perfectly well the most obvious damage on impact.

His right arm was disjointed, broken in several places like his right leg. There was blood dripping out of his left ear and the corner of his mouth and nose, whilst bruises that boasted a hue of different colours were starting to surface on the right side of his face. His pulse was weak and threaded but still there.

"He's just about here. How's Rose?" Pete asked as Jackie remained paralysed, staring at her unmoving injured daughter still lying in a heap on the floor. The breaks along her arms were obvious as were the dislocation of her legs, but that was not the most shocking thing Jackie could see now.

Because right there infront of her, she already knew her daughter was dead from the moment she hit the wall. The way her neck bent at an erratic angle made the truth blatantly obvious – the bone was snapped cleanly into two.

No one dared to speak or even try to move the dead girl from where she lay – but Mickey, with tears in his eyes stepped forward towards her, throwing a blanket over to hide her emotionless face.

Suddenly there was a chesty coughing sound from somewhere on the floor where Pete still crouched, who looked up at the absolutely sheet white Jackie and nodded to the Doctor. Jackie crossed the room, standing motionless above the Doctor and staring straight down at him as his eyes flickered open to reveal pained brown eyes. He stared straight up at Jackie still staring down at him, and then realised where he was.

"Rose?" was the first word that passed his blood coated lips, making to sit up straight but crying out in agony as his injuries made a blatant statement, collapsing back onto the floor.

"She's fine Doctor," Pete lied, wanting to protect the Time Lord from his (obviously) lover's death until the time was right. "Just stay still, you've been hurt badly." Pete wanted to grieve. Jackie wanted to grieve. They all wanted to grieve for what had happened to Rose – but the Doctor was more important right now.

"Rose…" he groaned once more, this time pushing himself up straight against other man's protest. He looked over past Jackie's legs to the blanket across the room, seeing a pale white hand poking out from underneath, a few distinguishing rings on the digits.

He didn't need a diagram.

"No!" he cried out in shock and despair, trying to push himself along the floor through the sea of agony next to Rose's dead form. The room was utterly and eerily silent now, not even the sound of traffic on the streets below. He made it to Rose but no one attempted to make any move towards him – just watching as he drew back the blanket with stiff, blood-coated fingers and staring at expressionless features on her beautiful face.

"Rose…" he croaked again, reaching up to her neck and checking for any signs of life. She was completely and utterly dead; nothing could change that. "Why…?" he whispered, tears rushing down his cheeks in an uncontrollable waterfall. "Why Rose…why…?"

He collapsed limply forwards onto her still body, unconscious.

Jackie had watched in silence as the paramedics had strapped him onto a body board, anxious voices discussing his injuries – some filled with negativity. She had followed them wordlessly out to the ambulance and sat down beside him for the journey, holding his unresponsive hand. She'd been separated from him when they had taken him into emergency surgery but she didn't cause a stir; simply sat down and waited. Mickey, Pete and Jake had arrived a short while after that, all silent and still as they also waited for the inevitable.

The ambulance was of Torchwood priority, so when they saw how different he was internally no alarms were raised. They treated him as best they could; it was their duty to after all.

A nurse had finally entered the room and explained the situation to them, eyes both sparkling and watering at the same time as the explanation tumbled from her mouth. He was very much a fighter and was currently in the Recovery room, after which he'd be transferred to the ICU.

She had offered for them to go see him in Recovery, but surprisingly Jackie rejected. She couldn't see him, not yet. She needed time to really adjust to the reality of the situation, and she needed to sleep. Pete had simply smiled at the Nurse as best he could, leading his parallel wife to the car before driving back to their mansion – offering Mickey and Jake both a room.

She had woken up at the usual time of 7:00am, getting herself a cup of tea after a little investigation of the new elaborate kitchen. She watched the wide screen television until the rest of them had got up at 9:00am – then together they had gone back to the hospital.

"John Smith," she had said, an alias she knew the Doctor had frequently used on her world. Her world. Her flat. Her reality. Oh how she longed for it now.

"Ah yes, Nurse Panalo will take you to see him," the Receptionist had replied as gently as she could, waving to a woman just across the room. Minutes later they were following her to the ICU. She explained on the way the usual warnings: not look the same, not act the same. She had also stopped them inches outside the door, her voice switching into 'apologetic' mode.

"I'm really sorry, but the damage to his legs was irreparable," she said, "he will never be able to walk again."

Jackie had thanked her and made her way across to his bedside. He had bandages wrapped securely around most of his upper half, including his head. He looked a mess, but there was no mistaking the wild mop of brown hair poking out from beneath various materials.

Silently, she took a seat next to him, dabbing a fond kiss to his cheek, purposefully avoiding the tubes running everywhere.

It wasn't until the others left did she see the flicker of an eyelid, the twitch of his finger still resting in her palm. His eyes opened and she looked down on him, brushing back some hair.

"I'd hoped that was a nightmare," he had muttered weakly, looking up into her eyes.

"It was real," she reassured him, before suddenly heeding her own words. "Rose…she's dead…oh God…" She tried to take her gaze off of his, finding it painfully reminding of her only, and now dead daughter.

The Doctor had just considered her for a moment, letting her grieve for Rose. After a few minutes of just watching her cry he couldn't stop his own eyes watering, and soon the both of them were just grieving for the girl – both for love.

After another few minutes both their eyes were dry. Jackie reached up and brushed back his hair again – something the Doctor found Rose had a tendency to do also.

"Do you make love with her?" Jackie had suddenly asked out of the blue, eyes serious. He had paused for moment, and then nodded; she just nodded back in reply.

Another brief pause.

"I'm sorry Jackie," he had blurted out, eyes falling from hers to the covers he was lying under. He couldn't feel his legs. "I'm sorry…for…for…"

"Don't go apologisin' for things ya couldn't control," she nearly snapped back rather rudely, but managed to soften her voice just in time. "You loved her, and she loved you back. I know you protect her with your life." She had paused for a moment, before forcing a smile onto her face and starting cheerfully, "doctor's say you'll be fine, be out of here in a couple of weeks."

But she could already see by the look on his face that was not going to be a possibility.

"I can't, Jackie. I just can't. There's nothing left for me here."

She had already known his intentions before he uttered them.

"I'm ready to die."

There was no point arguing. What did she have to argue with?

"You've got Pete," he carried on, "and Mickey. You've got a huge house and a lot of money. Enjoy your life while you can. Forget about me."

Even though she knew that would be impossible, she found herself concurring. "D'you want anything?"

He looked over to the window currently showing a view of the parallel London, gesturing towards it with as little pain as possible.

"I'd like to die free."

She'd just about managed to navigate through the hospital with him in a wheelchair with no interruptions. The fact he couldn't walk made things a little more challenging but they finally made it out onto Hospital grounds as she wheel them over to a nearby bench and helped him drop into it. She had sat down next to him on the wood brushing back more tears from her eyes. He had gulped in the fresh air of the bright summer morning, looking up to a hovering zeppelin hanging over their heads.

Jackie took his hand. "…What should I tell them?"

He had frowned for a moment thoughtfully. "Tell them…tell them that I'm sorry."

She had nodded again. They were both ready.

The Doctor stared ahead blankly for a few moments, looking straight through a rose bush across the green. He seemed to go limp against the bench as he let out his last breath, closing his eyelids.

He wasn't going to regenerate this time.

Then it had happened. The wind picked up slightly as Jackie's hair blew in the new wind, spiralling out from a bright white light but metres from where they stood.

And Rose stepped forward.

Of course, she was glowing whiteness as she smiled down at her stunned mother, stepping forwards even more to the dead Doctor. She had extended a hand towards his, grasping it and pulling.

Then almost as if there was another person sitting just inside of him, a bright white Doctor was pulled onto his feet by Rose, leaving his dead form still sitting on the bench. His white double was dressed back in his normal suit with no bandages or bruises anywhere, pressing up against Rose once he was on his feet.

Mrs. Tyler had watched as the Doctor and Rose began to kiss, feeling strangely peaceful inside. Back on Her World she would have definitely slapped the Doctor for a stonker like that, but now she just watched, content. They had parted after a moment as the Doctor turned back to her and shot her a grin.

"Thank you," he had mouthed, but strangely there was no sound but for the background hum of what could only be the white light still sitting where Rose had left it. The Doctor turned back to Rose as they both linked hands, and for the last time, began to run.

The white light had swallowed them as soon the wind died down – and once again it had been a beautiful summer's day.

A/N: (Ahem) Sorry about the fantasy glowy ending thing, I had a craving. You may or may not have noticed this was written with the word 'had' a lot, that's coz there's another part to this. :D then it's all done.