Epilogue
Gina awoke on her bed, only aware of the sunlight filtering through her white lacy curtains.
The fact that it was Saturday was obvious: the very aura of laziness was intense in every molecule of the air. Gina sat up and moved off her bed, shifting into her desk chair. Clicking Internet Explorer open, Gina typed Fan Fiction's URL into the address bar. A few more clicks later, Gina was at Doctor Who's Fan Fiction page. Clicking one fic open, Gina read it hastily.
She shook her head at its content. It would never, not in a million years happen. It was too happy, too fluffy. The Doctor was all about eternal loneliness and sacrificing your happiness for the greater good. But no, that wasn't it at all. In all reality—if talking about a Doctor Who character could be reality—the Doctor enjoyed traveling, and never was in love with Rose. He never fell in love with anyone. He was too great, too big for such human emotions.
Gina half-sighed half-laughed at her musings. She really was obsessed, and she adored the Doctor/Rose pairing, the relationship only implied at to increaser viewers for a show on BBC One. The Doctor and Rose would never become a real couple, but they could find pseudo happiness in her imagination.
Only the power of a real shipper could unite one well-known Time Lord with a pink-and-yellow human.
Thousands of reunions, kisses, hugs, and declarations had flashed across the universes, mere creations by the real. Those events had not been real themselves. One single possibility, defying the laws of time, had remained after all the rest had fallen.
Rose opened the door of her parent's mansion and smiled at what she saw. After their lips parted, the Doctor whispered three, small little words into her ear. Not even four syllables did these words make, and yet they conveyed so much meaning.
Rose smiled once again, only the slightest hint of gold shining in the hazel depths of her eyes.
No story ever ends; rather, it spirals into another adventure. Each adventure merely a chapter if the whole tale. However, this chapter, this reunion that had never meant to happen, or maybe it had been, it's story has been told. And thus this is—
The End.
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DW + The Office Xover: Pam Beesly tapped out an email, the sound contributing to the relative humdrum silence of the office. But then before her, a distinct whirring pierced through all other noise, and a blue light cycled like a lighthouse as a blue police box materialized right in front of reception.
"Dammit, Jim!"
Human!Doctor Continuation of JE:Bad Wolf Bay had to be the bleakest beach in this universe and then the proper one that both he and Rose had originally lived in. Sure, it had all the beach qualities that all the beaches had that made them unpleasant: wind, cold water, gray skies, wind. But this beach had theses…memories the Doctor wished that he could forget, and that was why he hated Bad Wolf Bay. He hated it with a passion, almost as much as he hated pears. But not quite.
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