Title: Animal I have become.
Number of parts: 3/3.
Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler/Martha Jones.
Synopsis: She ran away and he loved her. Running after her led him to his tragic destiny.
A/N: The characters and the universe don't belong to me. All rights goes to Russell T. Davies, Phil Collinson, Susie Liggat, Steven Moffat and to the BBC. Everything else belongs to my imagination. The original idea is from (dxctors).(queen) on Instagram.
Rose screamed. She didn't understand what was happening anymore. The Doctor had been struggling very hard against the order and she could see the damages it was doing to him. And suddenly, he just stabbed his father. He hadn't even hesitated.
"First your mother, now your father. Well done, son!"
"FREE ME!" Yelled the Doctor, stabbing him once again.
"You'll never be free, son." The father laughed. "Never."
The Doctor was blinded with rage. He threw the knife away and punched his father again and again, still yelling, still asking to be freed. Rose slumpled in the middle of the floor, flooded by tears. The Doctor didn't stop. His father was still smiling and laughing. His son's rage amused him.
"You've always been so weak. Even now asking for liberty."
Rose eventually got up and ran out. She was unable to face the men and their violence any longer. The Doctor's father was already dead by the time the women of his house forced him to step back. He was covered with blood, his body was painful and he was out of breath. The chip was still buzzing in his head. He picked up the remote and cancelled the order. Then, he smashed it against the wall. Rose wasn't there anymore and he couldn't run after her. He just stood still there, the mind totally empty. He looked at the dead body of his father. He had no regrets but his last words were torturing him. He would never be free. He was just a monster. And Rose ran away. She got scared of him and just ran away. He collapsed to the ground, the eyes wide open. He curled up, suddenly feeling empty. He had no one left. He had killed his father. Rose left. He was alone, on his own. He was quite frightened.
"I love you." He whispered to the emptiness she had left in him.
Rose found herself back at the train station. She was not entirely sure what had brought her there. She sat down on the edge in silence, trying to think clearly. She suddenly got up and walked away. She crossed the streets without looking. All of a sudden, she was on the pavement, in pain but not dying. She whimpered in pain as someone nervously dialled the police in the background. She couldn' hear a thing. A few minutes later, she was helped into an ambulance. She was blankly staring up at the sky.
The Doctor felt his heart breaking inside his chest and knew something had happened to his precious Rose. He got up, forgetting his pain and his emptiness to run in the streets. He limped to the train station but she wasn't there. He felt relieved that she didn' jump in front of a train. People were talking about an accident. He asked for the location and rushed there. What he saw finished him off. He caught the driver, threatening him to know what had happened. The driver got scared of his anger and because he had blood all over him.
"You're only alive because I have to find her."
The Doctor jumped onto a taxi and asked to be brought to the nearest hospital. When he caught there, he ran through the casualty service, desperatly looking for her, pushing away everyone who whould try to stop him.
"Rose!" He called out.
Rose was lain down in a hospital bed as they assessed her wounds and things. She shifted in and out of consciousness, weakly lying in that bed.
"I'm looking for a blonde girl who got admitted here after a car accident. Her name's Rose Tyler and she belongs with me." He said, not even tryong to hide the fear and love in his voice.
The medical personnel pointed him to Rose's hospital room. He thanked them and went straight to the room she was in. He swallowed. There were too many doctors in there. Rose got worked on for another hour before they were finally done. When they finally left the room, he got to her side and took her hand in his. She looked so small, so vulnerable. It was his fault if she was there. He kissed her hand, stroked her face and softly kissed her lips.
"I'm sorry." He murmured, the voice full of sadness. "I'm so sorry. Come back to me. Please."
Rose looked up at him weakly. A faint smile crossed his lips. She couldn't speak but she made it clear she was happy to see him. He knew he was looking terrible but didn't care. All that mattered was he had found her.
"I didn't want… I'm sorry. I tried to resist."
The Doctor couldn't think of what would have happened if he had obeyed. He kissed her desperatly. Rose kissed him back sweetly before sinking back against the pillow again.
"I love you." She coughed.
"I…" He started. It had been easy to say it when she was gone but now, looking in her brown eyes, he couldn't find the words. "I love you." He finally whispered.
Rose smiled sadly, her heart pounding happily against her ribcage. She winced in pain and shut her eyes again. She was in between rests. The Doctor softly kissed her hand.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you."
She nodded slowly and gripped his hand tight. She was in pain but she was happy to know he was there and glad to hear he would not leave her alone in that hospital.
"Nothing can come between us anymore. Nothing at all."
Not even the demons tearing him apart since his father had controlled him. He cupped her cheek with his hand. Rose curled up shyly in his touch.
"You're still sure to want someone like me? After all you've seen?" He asked worriedly.
The Doctor was clearly afraid of her answer. What if she wanted him to leave after all of that? He would die, because he loved her. He was sure now. He loved her. And losing her would kill him. He sighed in relief when Rose nodded.
"I… I'm sure."
He was still worried though. About what he had done. About what he had been about to do. He would do anything to protect her. That's why he had almost killed himself instead of killing her like his father had ordered him.
"You must have been so terrified. I was too."
"I knew you would not hurt me in the end."
"He could have made me do anything but… The kiss. Your voice. I remembered you saying that it was together or not at all. I knew he would not have stopped me. That's why I tried to kill myself. I would have rather died than hurting you."
"You would've only killed me too in the end."
Rose smiled sadly and looked down at her injuries. He followed her look and swallowed. That was his fault. He did that to her. Because she had ran away from him, from his violence, she got hit by a car.
"I could have been a better man. I just chose the wrong path after my father…"
The Doctor swallowed thickly at the word and tears filled his eyes. It was too painful to think about his past, to think about what his father had forced him to do.
"I like your darkness." She reached to touch his face. "I submit myself to it completely."
The Doctor remained silent and enjoyed the soft touch of her hand on his hairy face. He was a total mess. He exhaled shakily and almost closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep. He had a terrible headache.
"It gives me a reason to live." She mumbled softly.
The words were really surprising. How a pure girl like Rose could like a dark man like him? How could she admit that he was the reason she was alive? He took her hand, softly kissed it, but didn't say anything. That was useless. Rose giggled shyly, trying to get up. He put a hand on her upper chest and gently pushed her back down.
"I didn't even ask you how you feel, if everything was alright. What did the doctors said to you?"
"I have three broken ribs. But I'm fine."
Three broken ribs. That was a very painful diagnosis. She also had a few bruises. She was in pain and that was his fault. That was all he could think about. His headache wasn't helping.
"I don't trust that hospital." Especially after what had happened to him "Jones and I would do a better job."
He let go of her hand gently and closed his eyes. He rubbed his temples, hoping it would make the headache go away. He never had such a terrible pain in his head. His nose was still bleeding.
"You can take me home." She whispered.
"Gotta sign their paperwork and catch a taxi then."
Rose nodded sleepily. The Doctor kissed her forehead and got up. He limped to the door and caught a nurse. He asked for the papers and for a taxi. She looked worried for him because he was in a pretty bad state but she wasn't afraid. She'd do what he asked. The Doctor thanked her and got back to Rose's side. She had slipped into unconsciousness, too tired to think. He watched her as she slept. He signed the papers when the nurse brought it to him but refused her help, though his headache was getting worse. Rose was sleeping poorly, shaking from her nightmare. The Doctor frowned deeply when he saw how bad was her sleep was but couldn't decide whether to wake her or not. He simply took her hand and stroked her face.
"Shh. That's okay. I'm here." He whispered, not sure if that would help her.
It did. As soon as she felt his hand in hers, as soon as she felt him stroking her cheek, she curled up into his touch. As long as he'd be next to her, she'd be safe. She knew it.
"Thanks God, the both of you are fine." Said the voice of Jones
"Jones?" Replied the Doctor, looking up at her.
"Someone called me to tell me you were here."
"I won't say we're fine though."
The agitation around her woke Rose up. She didn't move and looked around a bit worried. She calmed down when she saw the Doctor was still there and that it was only Jones.
"Your driver is waiting for us. I'm pretty sure you don't want them to look after her. Or after you."
"Mm…" Whispered Rose.
"You're right. Ready to go sweetheart?"
Rose nodded but cuddled against him. She wouldn't be able to get up on her own. Let alone to walk to the car. She would need some help and the Doctor clearly couldn't carry her.
"I unfortunaly can't carry you. You'll have to walk, is that okay?" She shook her head quietly. "Do you want me to call my driver?"
The Doctor noticed she was still struggling against the sleep that was calling her. He called his driver and they all went to the car. He took Jones apart. He had to talk to her.
"What about the body?"
"In the basement."
"Fine." He nodded. "I have some exams to do."
Rose shut her eyes, sniffling. She didn't like being carried by someone else than her Doctor. Plus, the pain was slowly overwhelming her.
"Are you fine, sir?"
"No. Something's wrong and I need to be sure of what it is."
"Sir?" Rose whimpered.
The Doctor indicated to Jones that he would talk to her about it later and quickly got to Rose's side, worried about the little tone she had. She was in pain, it was obvious. She was dealing with it pretty badly.
"I'm here. Don't worry. We're going home."
"Sir, I don't think I can keep going."
"What do you mean?" He asked, his heart stopping at her words.
"It hurts." She whimpered sadly.
"Hey you!" He said to a nurse. "Give her some painkillers. I don't want her to be in pain."
"I don't…" Whimpered Rose once again. "I don't trust them."
He knew that was because of what had happened to him in the same hospital. He almost stayed stuck in that hospital because of a nurse who wanted a revenge on him. He pushed the idea away.
"Me neither. I probably have something in the car. And I have everything you will need at home. I will take care of you. But you have to be strong, just a little bit longer."
Rose nodded slowly, still shaking. They quickly went to the parking and got into the big car. The Doctor immediately looked for some painkillers. When he found them, he gave some to Rose with water. She took them quickly and curled up against him. He held her against him carefully as they were driven home. His headache was throbbing. That made him dizzy but he didn't say anything. His priority was Rose. She slowly dozed off. He stroked her face. An old song came to his mind and he began humming it. She curled up into a ball, sniffling. She was still in pain but wanted to make herself as little as possible and stay against him. As soon as they got home, he gave the order to get Rose to her room and to have someone watching over her. She had fallen into a deep sleep distracted by memories.
As Rose was sleeping, the Doctor took a long and hot shower to get rid of the blood and the pain of his muscles. He pulled clean clothes on and went straight from his bathroom to his basement. His father had brought in the persons responsible for his condition and had locked them down. He ignored them and went to his lab. Jones was already there, waiting for him.
"Let's do this now." He said.
The Doctor laid down and closed his eyes as Jones put sensors on his forehead. He ler her do her job. For the next sixty minutes, she did exams on him. In the meanwhile, Rose was still sleeping deeply but was fighting to wake up and to go to him. When Jones came back, the Doctor immediately knew something was wrong. His headache was killing him.
"Tell me. I'm ready to hear it."
Jones explained to him that the chip had badly harmed his brain when he resisted to the order and that nothing was possible for it. His brain would slowly degenerate. His father was right. He would never be free. He knew what would happen if he fought his order. He had planned all of that. That had just been a game and now he would slowly sink into madness.
"Don't tell anything to Rose. Please."
He wiped away the blood that was flowing from his nose again. He now knew it was a consequence of his degenerating brain. He got up slowly and took a gun he kept locked in a drawer. He killed his prisoners one by one.
"I have nothing left to lose anymore. Burn them. And my father."
"Sir, you only have a few weeks before…"
"When I would have forgotten who you are, who she is and who I am, just kill me."
Jones nodded. Nothing she could say would make him change his mind. She swallowed and promised she would do it. The Doctor thanked her and went to Rose's room as she was slowly waking up. He gently put a hand on her shoulder when she tried to get up and forced her to stay in bed.
"You don't move. Tell me what you need."
"I need to get up." She winced and looked at him. "I'm f-fine…"
He helped her to sit up but still refused to let her leave the bed. She still needed a lot of rest and she had to stay still as much as possible so her ribs could heal properly.
"You can't lie to a doctor."
"S-sir, please." She whimpered gripping her side gingerly.
"It still hurts?"
Rose was obviously in pain. The painkillers he gave her earlier weren't effective anymore. He had to grab a couple more.
"Don't move. I'm gonna get painkillers."
"No. I'm fine…"
He knew she was lying to him but chose to believe her. It was useless to insist. He sat next to her and she immediately curled into his arms.
"I love you."
"I didn't know what love was before you came into my life." He smiled sadly and hugged her. "Thank you."
Rose kissed his head and smiled weakly. The Doctor closed his eyes. Having her right next to him was his new definition of happiness. Too bad he wouldn't be able to enjoy it for a long time.
"I love you too." He whispered sleepily.
Rose burrowed her face into his chest and breathed his scent in. She sighed adoringly. He would never realise how much she really loved him.
"You're never gonna leave me, right?"
That would be a cold comfort but he needed to know if she would be there until his end, if she would be there when Jones would end his life. Rose nuzzled him gently.
"Never."
"I'm sorry." He whispered with a sad smile before falling asleep.
Rise quietly cuddled. He slept so deeply that nothing could have woken him up. Somehow in the darkness of his sleep, he felt like it wasn't a good thing for him to sleep so deeply. What if he never woke up? The situation was terrifying him but he had to keep it all for himself.
"Forgive me." He whispered in his sleep.
Soon he would finally be free. When he woke up, he felt confused about his location. His headache was still there but it was getting better. He looked around him and frowned when he saw Rose Tyler in his arms. What the hell was he doing in her room? Why in the world was he holding her? Rose clutched onto him desperatly, somewhere in between sleep and awake. The Doctor rubbed his eyes. The confusion slowly faded away as he remembered the last few days. That brain injury would definitely drive him crazy. He didn't want to forget about his Rose. He needed to hold onto her.
"Sleep well sweetheart. No one's gonna hurt you there."
"My love?" She called, looking sleepily at him.
"I'm here." He kissed her nose softly.
"I-I am afraid." She said clinging onto him.
"What are you afraid of, honey?"
"I don't know…" She sniffled.
"That's annoying not knowing what you're afraid of."
Now that he was awake, his only fear was to fall into a coma while sleeping, but his greatest fear was to lose her. Rose nodded weakly and hugged him.
"You're lucky. I can protect you from everything in this world." Except from losing him. "You're the best thing I ever had in my life."
Rose smiled sadly still clinging onto him. The Doctor kissed her lips softly and she kissed him back. He really had to enjoy those little moments before it was too late.
A few days passed by and he was still happy to have her in his life. Though they were both badly injured, the Doctor took Rose to a lot of places, enjoying every single moment with her. The best moments of his whole life. Rose hugged his arm, smiling softly.
"Sir?"
"Yeah?"
The Doctor wondered why she had never asked about him suddenly wanting to travel almost all around the world, how it had been possible that she didn't notice his memory issues, his moments of confusion, his regular headaches. Jones had said he had a few weeks but he thought that would be sooner. Rose giggled softly.
"I love you."
"Let me think… Hum…" He said playfully. "Looks like I love you too."
He kissed her and she kissed him back. They were both in love, deeply, madly. Nothing would be able to get between them, except for his very soon death.
"We've got a lot more to see."
He told her that with a grin. He was alwys grinning at her because he was always happy to be around her. No one had ever seen him like that before. He tried to catch her hand but his eyesight was all blurry. Rose tangled their fingers.
"Nah."
He felt relieved that she didn't notice anything of what had just happened to him and pulled her close. He didn't understand her answer.
"Nah? I'm not okay with that answer."
He pretented to be about to kiss her but, at the very last time, he turned his head and started walking away, dragging her with him. Rose winced and backed away.
"And I'm not okay with you lying to me."
"Laying with you? Oh I would love that!"
He gave her a smile. He had perfectly understood her words but chose to play with it. He didn't want to tell her the truth. He couldn't tell her the truth.
"That's not what I said."
Rose crossed her arms. She was angry and he could see that very clearly. It hurt him but he couldn't tell her why he was being so strange, so close and yet so far from her.
"I know what you said. And I'm not lying."
But he was. He truly was. And that was hurting him badly. He just didn't want her to suffer. His father had destroyed his life from the beginning.
"I'm not travelling with you anymore.
"But… Weren't we good? Travelling and all? We're having fun, don't we?"
The Doctor was distracting her by acting goofy. He didn't want her to ask what was wrong with him. He really didn't want her to because then, he wouldn't be able to lie anymore.
"You've been lying to me and I can't handle it anymore. I can't be lied to. I'm sorry, sir."
Rose turned away, unable to face him anymore. What was he hiding from her? It must be something really important, something that could be fatal to one of them.
"Rose!" He called out. "You can't go alone! It's not safe."
The Doctor tried to catch her but she was walking too fast for his leg which was still healing. She was clearly ignoring him and kept walking, shutting her eyes.
"Rose!" He called again.
He didn't watch where he was walking. His eyes were stuck on her. He suddenly tripped over something and fell. He didn't even have the reflex to hold himself up and as he laid on the ground, she ran off until she found a small patch of gras where she was alone. The Doctor mumbled as people helped him to get up and asked if he was okay. Nobody knew him there. He said he was okay though he was pretty sure his head had hit the floor. He had to find Rose, that was his priority. At first, he was looking for her. He had walked in the town and called her. But as the hours passed by, his head hurt more and more and he ended up not knowing what he was doing and just wandered around. He passed right next to her and didn't even recognize her. He was all lost. He kept walking though. The night was slowly falling. He didn't know where he was, nor what he was doing. His mind was totally blank. His head hurt really hard. He sat down on the floor and took his head on his hands.
"Sir? Are you alright?"
The Doctor raised his head, confused, and looked at the man who talked to him. He didn't know him and was a bit afraid but didn't move.
"You're hurt."
He let the man get close to him and examine him, not answering his questions. The man helped him to get up. The Doctor's phone fell. The man picked it up. The last call was for a certain Rose. He decided to call her. The Doctor was looking around, very confused.
Rose was still on her small patch of grass. She had curled her knees to her chest and ended up curling into a ball. She was trembling, wondering why he had been lying to her all along. Was he even saying the truth when he said he loved her? Maybe it was all part of a plan. She fell asleep there in the middle of nowhere. She was lost and alone. When her phone rang with his name displaying, she waited a moment before picking it up. She told him to leave her alone and hung up. The man looked at the phone, surprised by the tone.
"Does she know you're here?"
The Doctor looked at him as if he didn't understand what he was saying. The man tried to call again but Rose ignored the call. She didn't want to talk to the Doctor. The man sighed and chose another name in the telephone book. Jones. She picked up immediately and the man explained her the situation quickly. She lost no time and told him she was coming right away.
"Shouldn't he be in a hospital?"
"I'm his doctor. I allowed him to travel. He was with someone."
"Rose?"
"That's it."
"Looks like they argued."
"I'm not even surprised."
The Doctor had wanted to keep his brain degeneration secret but he couldn't do such a thing when he was slowly dying, when his body was slowly giving up on him. It took hours for Jones to come to pick the Doctor. She found him in a small restaurant where the man was trying to get something from him but the Doctor had desperatly remained silent and lost. Jones quickly took a look at him. He didn't recognize her. She noticed the head injury that had been quickly stitched. That fall had shortened his lifetime. Jones swallowed. She would wait a bit but if nothing changed she would have to keep her word and kill him. She had to find Rose.
"Thanks for taking care of him. I'm bringing him home."
She took the Doctor with her. He put no resistance up. Jones asked around if someone had seen Rose. Most of them didn't. It was a jogger who told her he had seen a blonde girl sleeping not far and who led them. Jones shook her lightly. When Rose woke up, she looked around to see where she was. She was cold. When she noticed it was Jones who woke her up and that she was with the Doctor, her face darkened. She didn't want to see him.
"If he called you for any chance of forgiveness, he can go and screw himself."
"He didn't. We're going home. Now."
Rose was about to protest but Jones didn't let her the choice. She promised her to tell her what the Doctor had been hiding from her but she couldn't do it there. They had to go back to the estate first. Rose ended up accepting and started growing worried for the Doctor. He seemed disconnected. But she refused to talk to him since he didn't even take a look at her. Soon she'd know what he had been hiding from her. He wouldn't be able to lie anymore. She picked up their stuffs in the hotel room and the three of them went to the airport. The trip took another few hours and they were all pretty tired by the time they got back to the estate. The Doctor was even sleeping. Jones brought him straight to his lab with some help and laid him down on the operation table. She placed sensors on his forehead. She had to be sure before she actually kill him off.
"So what's going on with him?"
Rose wouldn't wait any longer. The Doctor had been acting too strangely and Jones was acting the same. She sadly looked at Rose.
"It's a long story."
"Oh, he told you his secret, didn't he? He's playing around, heh? None of what he said was actually true? He tricked me, didn't he?"
"Rose, it's better if you sit down."
"The both of you are together, that's it? That would explain a lot of things."
"No. I couldn't get his attention like you did. I submitted myself to him but he never noticed my feelings. I've never been able to fight for him like you did."
"What does that mean?"
"He changed a lot after he made you his. That was intriguing. A lot of women here wondered what was happening. Some were jealous of the power you had on him."
"I didn't…"
"Yes, you did. You just don't realise it. I think he hadn't realised it either until he almost died for you."
"What are you saying?"
"After he killed his father – for you – he asked me to do some exams on him. As you know, his father had put two chips into him. He had one in the wrist and the other one was in his brain. No one has been able to remove it. It's was okay as long as his father wasn't around. But when he came back and ordered him to kill you, the Doctor resisted. You've seen it by yourself. Before the Doctor wasn't able to resist but for you…"
"Go straight to the point."
"The chip has badly damaged his brain when he resisted. That was irreversible. When I told him, he had only a few weeks before…"
Jones didn't end her sentence. It was to hard to look at Rose and to tell her the truth. Rose was listening quietly though. She really wanted to know what was going on with her Doctor. Jones' words were slowly getting to her and each one was of them was a torture. Rose knew what that meant but she didn't want to accept it.
"He is dying. And he didn't want to tell me. He didn't want to worry me."
"That's it."
Saying it out loud was hurting even more than just thinking it. That couldn't be. She couldn't lose him now after all they've been through. He had to stay alive. They had to save him.
"I've seen the symptoms. I've seen him struggling against whatever is going on in his brain. I just assumed it was all part of a stupid game. I assumed it was just his wounds that made him suffer."
"It wasn't."
"You've got to save him."
"I can't."
And it was the most difficult part of it all. She couldn't save him. There was nothing to do. Rose looked at the Doctor and tears flowed on her cheeks.
"He had a few weeks before… Before the end. But he hit his head pretty badly. I think it sped the things up. He didn't recognize me. He didn't know who he is anymore."
"So it's over?"
"When I told him the diagnosis, he asked me to kill him when it'd happen."
"Kill the both of us."
"He told me you would say such a thing."
Jones went to a desk, unlocked a drawer and pulled out a letter and a small box. She closed the drawer again and gave the items to Rose. She took them with a shaking hand. She didn't know what to expect now.
"He had disabled all the chips before you left and travelled around the world. Some of us promised to stay. Some others left. The Doctor had never been a real bad man. He had treated us right. He was only mean from time to time but he never was mean because he wanted to."
"What is it?"
"When I promised him to stay after he disabled my chip, he gave me these and told me to give it to you when… When the moment would come."
Rose looked at her, tears still flooding on her cheeks. Her hands were trembling more than ever. She wiped away her tears and opened the letter, afraid of what she was gonna find in it. The answers to her questions obviously.
"Rose, if you're reading this letter, it means it already too late for me. I know it must have been hard for you to watch me lie to you everyday about what was going on with me but I just couldn't tell you. That was too hard. I didn't want you to worry about me. I just wanted to spend every single moment of the few weeks I had left with you. I just wanted to enjoy every single moment we had together. I'm sorry, Rose. I wish I could have lived longer. Because I would have become a man worth the love you were giving me.
I love you my dear Rose, my adorable pink and yellow girl, and I'm sorry for hiding this from you. My father was right when he said I'd never be free. He had planned it all. His little chip had ruined my brain, shortened my life. And I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, because I really wanted to be with you forever. You've started to make me a better man and I'll keep the little moments we had together in my heart instead of keeping it in my memory. I wanted to protect you from that terrible truth.
Jones probably already told you that I asked her to kill me when I wouldn't be able to recognise any of you. And I know you're gonna protest. I know you're gonna ask her to save me but that's impossible. That's not reversible. I'm meant to die. And I don't want you to see me that way. I don't want you to suffer with the loss of the man you love. That's why I asked her to kill me before it becomes too hard to handle. You're gonna cry. You're gonna yell at me. But that's not gonna change a thing.
I also told her that soon as you'd know the truth you would ask her to kill you too and that it was useless to try to convince you to stay alive. I gave that letter to her with the little box. You'll find a wedding ring in it. If I had lived longer, I definitely would have married you. But since I'm dying… I wanted you to know the truth before she killed me. I don't want you to have an awful death. I don't want you to kill yourself brutally. So, we're slowly gonna die together. Everything is already planned. Together or not at all.
Put the wedding ring on your finger, Rose Tyler, and meet me on the other side. We'll be able to live and love each others forever in the afterlife.
I love you.
And I'm sorry.
Your Doctor."
Rose was crying for good now. She opened the box and found a wedding ring in it, just like he had written to her. She put it at her finger and smiled through the tears. She pressed the Doctor's letter to her heart and sobbed even more. He loved her. He had just wanted to protect her and knew it was useless to ask her to stay alive after he died so he planned their deaths. She went to his unconscious body and kissed him, apologised, told him how sorry she was, how much she loved him. She laid down next to him and stroked his face. Jones came to them. She was crying silently. She cleared her throat.
"Are you ready?"
Rose nodded. She was more than ready. If the Doctor had to die, she'd die with him. Together or not at all. She was still holding his letter. She placed her head on his chest and listened to his quiet heartbeats. Jones pulled out two syringes from a medical kit.
"You won't suffer at all. It would be just as if you were falling asleep."
She swallowed and did the injections. Rose closed her eyes as she felt the fluid going through her veins. She could feel her heart slowing down and hear the Doctor's heart do the same. They were both slowly dying and that was just like Jones said. Their bodies numbed slowly until their brain and heart stopped working. Rose had a small smile before the end came and she finally fell into an eternal sleep with the man she loved, holding his hand as tightly as she could. They would be together forever from now on and nothing was gonna pull them apart anymore…