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It had been a day and a half since existence had almost been completely wiped out, the Doctor had been reborn and Rose had once again been left teary eyed on that damn beach. At first, things seemed to be working. The trip had been a little awkward what with Pete demanding the details of everything that had happened in the other universe, having to explain that Mickey had stayed and worse how the hell this new Time Lord-Human had been created in the first place. But once they had gone back to their respective dwellings, things had really settled. The Doctor had discovered that only his body was human but his mind was still Time Lord. Rose had accepted him to be the man she fell in love with due to the fact that everything he did made her heart swell. Of course, there were times during that evening when Donna's brilliance would shine through and Rose would remember that he wasn't totally the 'real' Doctor, but he never noticed it and so she couldn't bring herself to point it out.
Yeah, Donnas' voice was in there. Until later that night, after they'd fallen asleep holding hands, when all of a sudden the Doctor bolted upright and screamed out in pain. Rose woke, also jumping forwards in confusion before gripping him in her arms.
"Doctor!" She shouted, now sliding from the sofa to the floor so that she could look up at his face. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth open in a now silent scream, and his hands were covering his ears. It was almost as if he could hear something she couldn't, and it was not a nice frequency. "Doctor, please, what's wrong?"
Inside the Doctor's head, images of Donna flashed. Dressed in 1920's garb, in a wedding dress, running down a street, smiling, crying… she was crying now. The Doctor could see, through her eyes, as the other him clutched at her head. He was saying something – I'm sorry? – and fighting back his own emotions as the pain ripped through. So much pain, so much misery.
And then, it was gone.
The Doctor opened his eyes slowly and looked at Rose with such hurt that she had to bring him down to her level for a hug. They stayed there, slumped on the floor, for all of 10 seconds before she was checking him over and asking what had happened.
"The Link… the link has severed… I can't…" The Doctor struggled, his breathing so hard that each word felt like knives in his lungs. How long had he been screaming? Only he hadn't been screaming. She had. "It's Donna…"
Rose's eyes widened. She hadn't expected them to be linked, even if they were the meta-crisis, their lives intertwined with one another. "What's happened to Donna, do you know?"
He shook his head, breathing beginning to slow now. "She's dead. She's dead. She's dead."
He chanted it over and over before his eyes closed. Before he fell unconscious, he whispered: "He killed her."
Rose tried her best to reacquaint him with the sofa but it was hard work; she wasn't strong enough. He ended up half on and half off. She mostly struggled due to panicking – she had just found him and now he was, well, what was he? He was breathing, and muttering. It was coma like. It reminded her of the first time he had regenerated in front of her, when she thought she knew all about him and then suddenly, bam! He'd changed his face, his personality, everything. But she had learnt to love that side of him too.
Any doubts she had about this duplicate being the same man that she loved went out of the window.
Four hours later, he woke up. She was sitting down in front of where he'd been shoddily placed, after finding her TV in one of the unpacked boxes and switching it on. She was flicking through the channels and landed on a film called 'A Trip to the Moon', some French silent film, when a voice piped up from behind her.
"I've seen this. The King explodes."
Rose smiled widely and spun round to see the Doctor awake and looking back at her, albeit groggy. "Doctor!"
"Hello," He managed a small smile as she lifted herself from the floor to sit next to him. "I'm sorry about that."
"What happened? You said something about Donna?"
He nodded, gravely.
"You said… you said she was dead?" Rose stammered. "You said 'he' killed her. What did you mean?"
The Doctor sniffed once. "I was connected to Donna still, well, she birthed me. I could vaguely feel her presence even after they'd left us. I could feel her emotions. She was so happy Rose. So happy. I mean, I knew what was coming of course. I could feel that too. She was… malfunctioning."
Rose shook her head in confusing. "What do you mean? You're not making any sense."
He took her hand at this point. "It was too much for her, having a Time Lord consciousness inside a human mind. It was burning her up. I can only compare it to… you. When you absorbed the TARDIS, became the Bad Wolf. You would've died if I hadn't taken it away from you."
"So why didn't you… I mean, the other you… why didn't he do the same thing?"
The Doctor looked pained for a moment, before continuing his explanation. "It's the same but it's totally different. There was no way he could've helped her, there was no physical entity inside her mind like there was with you. Nothing to transfer."
Rose looked down. "So it killed her. He didn't kill her, like you said."
"No, Rose, it didn't kill her and neither did he, not really." The Doctor sucked in some breath and started, shakily: "The only way to fix her was to erase her memories – supress that part of her and hope that she never remembers it again. The he took her home. So, in a way, he killed her. Or at least, that part of her. And in doing that, well…" Now he looked into her eyes, inquisitive. "He's killed off that part of her in me. The link severed and… and now I'm just me."
"Just the Doctor?" Rose began to smile.
"Just me."
She moved towards him now, lips crashing into his. They would talk details later, but for now, he welcomed the kiss with a tight embrace.