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"What did she say to you?" Asked the Doctor frantically as they marched, and Rose shrugged.

"Nothin' really. You interrupted before we could really discuss anythin-"

"Right. That's fine, that's...fine."

"Why're you so panicked? What're you hiding?"
The Doctor span around to look at Rose, shocked at her words.

"Me? Hiding? I'm not hiding anything. It's just Amy is..."
"I'm what?"

Rose and the Doctor span around. Amy was standing just behind them, arms folded, with Rory behind her.

"She's got bionic hearing." He commented idly.

"You're, well, you're you." Replied the Doctor, ignoring Rory entirely. "You don't shututp. Rassilon knows how long I'll be dealing with your comments from now on."

"I happen to think it's lovely." Said Amy curtly, wandering forward and slipping by the Doctor so she could drape an arm around Rose. "You've got yourself a girlfriend. You're not a third wheel anymore."

Rose looked at Amy, slightly awkward, and then at the Doctor, who was extremely indignant.

"I don't have girlfriends Amy."

"Could'a fooled me!" The redhead narrowed her eyes and smirked, teasing him. "I thought you weren't a typical bloke."

"I'm not."

Amy looked sideways at Rose, then at the Doctor.

"Oh really?"
"Amy," the Doctor screwed his eyes shut and put his hands on her shoulders, "stop it."

"Alright." Said Amy brightly, and then she put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him so he was next to Rose. "You two kids go enjoy yourselves." Then she took Rose's hand, and the Doctor's, and put them together. They instinctively intertwined. Amy grinned and exclaimed, "well done old boy!" Before clapping the Doctor on the back and turning on her heel to leave.

Rose and the Doctor swapped looks.

"She's a firework, isn't she?" Smirked Rose.

"Tell me about it." Said the Doctor with a roll of his eyes.

"I should be jealous," mused Rose starting to walk beside him.

"You should?" Repeated the Doctor, confused.

"Well, yeah." She paused, looking up at him. "But she said you turned her down."

"She did?"
"Yeah." Rose took one step forward, looking deep into his eyes. "Why'd you do that?"

The Doctor cleared his throat and tugged at his collar.

"Because she was engaged... Because she's my friend... Because she wasn't you."

The two watched each other for another few moments, and then Rose threw her arms around the Doctors neck and kissed him ferociously. He responded with great enthusiasm, winding his arms around her to that they held her tight to him. They revelled in the moment, of loving each other, wanting each other, and finally being with each other.

And then the Doctor felt it, a pulse through his body, like a jolt of electric. It sent him flying backwards so he hit the corridor wall and sent him sliding down it so he lay, slumped at the base. Rose gasped, feeling the sensation running through her, feeling suddenly weak. She raised one hand and observed it, flinching slightly when she saw it flicker, just like she had when she had arrived some hours before. She caught her breath and swallowed down the fear, running to the Doctor's aid.

"Doctor, Doctor are you alright?" She asked, voice shaking. She took his arm and pulled him up. He stood, wavering slightly, and put a hand to his head.

"It's starting. It was only a matter of time."

"It's taking me back." Rose responded in monotone, heart sinking. The Doctor regarded her with regretful eyes, and she caught his stare. "Don't let it." She said with a strangled cry, and she threw her arms around him, burying her face in the tweed of his jacket. "Don't let it drag me back." She raised her chin so it rested on his shirt, and her eyes met his once more, only this time, they were flooded with tears. "Please. I love you. I love the new you."

There was a beat as the Doctor stared down at her. She had said everything he wanted to hear, and she meant it. He knew it would be highly improbable, highly difficult to keep her there, but he was willing to try, even if it was bordering on the impossible. He took her hand, face set, and pulled her down the corridor, back to the console room, back to the place it had began.

Rose watched him silently as he busied himself, running around the console, pulling out wires, soldering this, plugging that, tapping the monitor, letting out annoyed grunts.

"If I keep it on a loop...keep the polarity in reverse, so that it forever remains in that one stationary position...It should work, as long as we never touch any of this again." He regarded the wires he was fiddling with, knotted and looped at his ankles.

Rose listened, all the while looking at herself, occasionally flickering, occasionally whole. She felt like a ghost, trying to break through into the real world.

There was a sudden spark and the Doctor leapt back with a yell, before setting back to work, all the while murmuring to himself.

"I can do this, I can do this!" His voice was slowly rising in volume, getting sharper and angrier. There were more sparks and cracks, and a small fire broke out on the console, which the Doctor futilely attempted to put out with his hands, resulting in burns all over his palms.

He yelled again, grabbing the mallet which always hung under the console, and smashed the nearest thing, and continued to do so. He brought the weapon down upon the unsuspecting wires and buttons, over and over and over.

Rose didn't feel scared, only distraught. She had to stop him. She went to him, placing a careful hand on his arm, which shuddered from the rage, along with the rest of his body. It was a side to the Doctor she had only seen glimpses of in the past, a side that had finally been set free in his most recent incarnation. She pitied it, felt awful. He had told her she had made him better. She had stemmed his anger when she was around, and the lack of her presence had pushed him over the edge. She thought she felt her heart breaking as she came to this realisation, and tightened her grip on his arm.

"Doctor..." She said softly, and through all the noise he somehow heard her.

"I'm keeping you here!" He shouted, slowing slightly in his motions of violence. "I'm not letting you go again! I'll never let you go again!"

Rose took a deep breath. She wanted nothing more than that, but it wasn't working, it couldn't happen. They weren't destined to be together. She cast one last glance at her arm as it flickered warningly once more, and she knew only she had the power to calm him down.

"Doctor."

He seemed to realise what he was doing, and stopped abruptly, dropping the mallet to the floor with a smack. The silence that followed was sharp, and somehow louder than all of the racket the Doctor had just caused.

"I wanted to save you. Just this once." He didn't look at her as he spoke, only remained tense and resilient. Rose could tell he was cracking, and she turned him so he faced her. She had to be the strong one this time.

"Please," she said quietly, "you've saved me in so many ways."

His eyes moved to meet hers, and they were no longer full of hatred and fury. Only acceptance.

"Sometimes, we can't have happy endings." He said simply, but his voice told her he didn't think it was fair. Rose stroked his face, and the tears in the Doctor's eyes were unmistakable. He held her hand there, and Rose pressed her lips together, determined not to cry this time, not to let her guard down. This Doctor needed her to be strong.

"Why is it never fair?" She whispered, voice shaking.

"I don't know." Replied the Doctor, keeping his eyes on her. "The universe likes being unfair to us, doesn't it?"

Rose nodded slowly.

"It's not your fault, though"

The Doctor bobbed his head. Rose suspected he felt as though it was partially his fault. He had brought her through, told her he loved her, kissed her, slept with her, all along knowing that she would be pulled back through. She didn't blame him, though.

"Don't be sad." She said rather hypocritically, eyes red as they fought to restrain the tears. "We'll," she breathed in shuddering breaths, "we'll have to move on at some point. Maybe now is a good time to start."

She flashed again, and this time she remained an image, no longer a whole person. The Doctor's hand slid through the hologram of hers and he frowned for a moment as he realised, before taking a step back, as if he didn't want anything to do with the Rose he could not touch.

"You can visit me if you want." She suddenly announced, and the Doctor's eyes widened. "In the past. I dunno," she laughed a little, "maybe if it won't destroy two universes, or somethin'."

"Rose Tyler." Said the Doctor, and he smiled slightly, a glimmer of happiness somehow shining through. Rose smiled back, loving the sound of his voice saying her name, only now it was for the last time.

"Goodbye, Doctor." She whispered, and her voice sounded distant, but acknowledging. She was happy with how they had used these hours together. The Doctor and Rose had finally spent time loving each other completely.

"Goodbye Rose." Replied the Doctor, and he watched her disappear.

You don't understand how much I wanted them to stay together. But I think, it would've been too unbelievable, even in Doctor Who terms, if Rose had stayed. It's horribly sad I know, but really, I did this because it was the only way Rose could see one other side of the eleventh Doctor, which is his fury. And only one person could ever calm him down, which is Rose. :)

There will be an epilogue, in which the Doctor does as Rose suggested. So stick around, and don't hate me!

Please review and let me know what you think, it's a chapter I'd like opinions on!