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"Hold that one down!" the Doctor shouted through the alarms in the console room.

"I'm holding this one down!" Rose shot back.

"Well, hold them both down!" he instructed her, sounding like that was the obvious.

She hated his guts sometimes.

"I promised you a Time Machine, and that's what you are getting." The Doctor had his voice raised, talking over the alarm sound. "Now, you've seen the future. Let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?"

"Good enough." She grinned at him.

With a big bump, they landed, throwing the TARDIS passengers on the floor rolling and giggling. Oh, she so missed this!

"Blimey!" Rose cried in between laughs.

"Tell me, mate, are you alright?" the Doctor asked while offering his hand for Rose to stand up.

"Yeh, sure I am. Nothing broken," Rose teased. The Doctor was already focusing on the screen at that moment.

"I did it!" he exclaimed out of sheer joy. "Give the man a medal. Earth - Naples - December 24th, 1860."

Rose gave him a sceptical look. "Are you sure you didn't make a few wrong turns?" she teased.

"What do you mean?" He looked hurt. "I'm a good driver!" he cried. "Let me show you, it's Christmas time." He grinned, gesturing to the doors.

"Christmas!" she repeated with enthusiasm. And was about to rush through the door when she came to a stop. She turned to the Doctor, finding his mouth half open.

He was about to say something, but Rose was first. "Right. Wardrobe." She made a few steps through the console. "And where was it again?" she asked innocently.

"How do you know we have a wardrobe?" the Doctor asked in bewilderment.

"Well, I doubt you are going around the nineteen century with sweat pants..." Rose looked at the Doctor with head down, just eyes fixing on him. "Although, you may do that," she added sarcastically. "But in this era, women wear dresses, how can I go like this?" She pointed at her clothes meaningfully.

"That makes sense," he agreed proudly. "Very good. I was just about to direct you. It's your first left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, it's the fifth door on your left. Just hurry up!" He urged her, grinning.

A nostalgic feeling overwhelmed her once she found herself in the massive room. She took a few steps round the railing, remembering it all. A familiar trenched coat, caught her attention. She ran a hand through it affectionately with a small smile on her face. Rose bit her lip as tears gathered up inside her eyes, but after a few blinks and a relieving sigh - they disappeared.

She looked through the clothes and found out, that the TARDIS picked the same dress for her like the last time. "I guess, this will do" again.

When the Doctor heard footsteps across the grating, he looked up. "Blimey," he gasped in astonishment.

"Don't laugh!" Rose joked, pointing a finger at him.

"You look beautiful." He checked her out from head to toe.

"Considering I'm human..." She rolled her eyes.

"Ho-" the Doctor began to say, but was interrupted. "Nevermind, lead the way." She beamed at him.

The Doctor offered his arm for Rose and they both went through the TARDIS door. Once outside, Rose's excitement only doubled. She broke free from the Doctor's arm and skipped through the snow. She played there for a while while the Doctor leaned on the doors, thinking.

He always knew that there was something different about her. When he was standing helpless near the edge of the pit towards the Nestene and looked into her eyes, he saw something connect between them. Before she even stood up, he knew what she was going to do.

She was going to stand up for her life and safe his in the process.

The Doctor met many people over his travels, but in Rose he saw something different... She had that spark of adventure in her, just like him. And she proved to be clever so far... That's why he had to come back to ask her again. He never looked back when they refused him. He would make sure it was what they wanted and leave them live out their lives. But when she refused, he felt that she was doing that out of her responsibility and good heart as she had, but in truth she could do so much more.

And he just knew that her place was to come with him.

As he watched her play and make snow balls, he couldn't help but think how beautiful it was. The Doctor was too deep in his thoughts so he didn't notice when a ball flew right into his face.

POOF

Laughing...

Laughing. Who was laughing? He couldn't see from the snow. The Doctor rubbed the snow off of his face and found Rose hysterically laughing at him.

"Your face!" she cried, clenching her stomach.

"Oi! You are asking for it!" he threatened her with a grin. As he bent down to pick some snow. Rose was already running away from him.

After a while of running and chasing, they found themselves panting as they walked in the streets. The Doctor spotted an elderly man with newspaper and quickly grabbed for it. His face soon fell, as he read what it said.

"I got flight a bit wrong. It's not 1860, it's 1869." He grimaced at that.

"I knew you would," she said playfully, chuckling.

"How would you know?" he asked her in disbelief.

"But don't worry. I don't care!" She beamed at him.

"And it's Cardiff," he announced, looking at her for a reaction. She was silent for a moment. But not for long. Seconds later, her mouth twitched. And she burst out laughing.

"Brilliant," she exclaimed. He narrowed his eyebrows in total confusion.

"How is that brilliant?" He tried to reason.

"But you know," Rose said softly. "Whenever we go, we are still together in this, right?" She smiled with tongue between her teeth.

"Yeh," he agreed, looking Rose in the eyes. It seemed as if he was about to say something else, when a scream from the inside of the theatre shook them. "That's more like it." He grinned manically and threw the newspaper over his shoulder, running to the source of the distress call.

Once they made their way through the running crowd, they saw the blue gas flying all over the place, making a screaming sound.

"Fantastic," the Doctor exhaled.

As the Gelth made its way inside the dead elderly woman, the Doctor tried to approach Charles about the situation. From the corner of her eye, Rose saw how Mr. Sneed and Gwyneth were already picking the body up and carrying it out the doors.

"Oi! Leave her alone!" she yelled at them. "Doctor, I'll get them." She gave a quick glance at the Doctor before following the pair.

"Be careful!" She could hear the Doctor's voice just before she left the room.

Once outside, Rose ran towards Gwyneth. "You can't do this." She looked worriedly at her.

"Oh, it's a tragedy miss. Don't worry, Mr. Sneed and myself will deal with it," she spoke lightly as Rose was looking at the body being carried inside the carriage by Mr. Sneed.

"Look. I'm not here to hurt you or give you away to the authorities. I'm only trying to help. I'm here with the man, the Doctor, and we can help." Rose was looking at Gwyneth's eyes with full sincerity. But soon enough, she felt two hands and a cloth on her mouth pressing tightly. Mr. Sneed. She felt as her conciousness was leaving her. You gonna pay for this.

"Rose!" Being the last thing she heard, before the darkness consumed her.

Her head was still spinning, when she came to. She rubbed her temple while her eyes focused on the view ahead. The room was filled with candles. And she was on the table. Gelth. She turned to her left and saw a dead man getting off the coffin while snarling at her.

"Oh, wonderful," she said sarcastically. "Stay where you are!" she warned him, but her efforts all gone in vain. The man was slowly getting closer to her, not stopping in the slightest. She made a jump off the table making her way to the door. And they were closed, of course. She turned around calmly to face the threat and saw how the elderly woman came back to life too.

"You!" She pointed at her. "Don't you move! Go back to the coffin!" She tried to reason with them, getting convinced that none of that would work on them, though. "Oh, it's not gonna help." She rolled her eyes. "I don't wanna hurt you..." she muttered sadly as she kicked the approaching man in the stomach, making him fall on the ground. But soon enough he was standing on his legs again, elderly woman right beside him.

"Doctor! Let me out!" she yelled as the man tried to grab her. Thankfully she felt him approaching and managed to dodge his arms, but now was steadily backing away from the door with two zombies marching at her. "Doctor!" she shouted out.

When their arms were inches from her throat, she heard the door being kicked open as the Doctor made his way to them, removing the man's arm from Rose. "I think this is my dance." As he pulled her closer to his side, his one arm around her waist.

"It's a prank," Charles Dickens said from behind them. "It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence."

"No, we're not. The dead are walking," the Doctor told him with all seriousness when he turned to face Rose. "Hi," he greeted her all happy.

"Hi." She grinned. When she noticed Charles, she nearly called out to greet him too, but stopped herself with a mental reminder. "Who's your friend?" she asked lightly.

"Charles Dickens." The Doctor beamed at her.

"Nice to meet you, Charles!" She smiled at him, making him flush a bit in return.

"My name's the Doctor. Who are you, then? What do you want?"

"We are failing," the Gelth breathed. "Open the Rift, we are dying. Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us." As they left the bodies, screaming.

Rose looked at them in disgust. She would not let them have their way this time. Not over her dead body.

"First of all, you drug me." Rose started talking furiously with Mr. Sneed. "Then kidnap me!" she yelled. "And don't think I didn't feel your hands having a wander, you dirty old man!" she spat her words at him. She could see the Doctor watching the scene in amusement. Well, at least someone is having fun here.

"I won't be spoken to like this!" Mr. Sneed murmured.

"Yes you will!" she shouted with eyes full of fire. "Now, shut yourself up!" adding with a deadly voice.

"Yes, Ma'am." Mr. Sneed lowered his head.

"And to add to all this, you swan off and leave me to die with a room full of zombies! So come on, talk!"

"It's not my fault." Mr. Sneed talked back in defence. "It's this house. It's always had a reputation. Haunted-" He was desperately looking for pity.

"Oh, don't you put the blame to the house for drugging, kidnapping and making a wander with your hands!" She was losing the last bits of patience and it was clearly visible in her voice.

When Rose managed to get her composure back, and allowed Mr. Sneed to talk, he told them pieces of what he knew about the departed while arguing with Charles who was sternly sceptical about it.

"Oh, Charles, you were there," the Doctor said in exasperation.

"I saw nothing, but an illusion," Charles replied, uttering each word in a meaningful tone.

"If you are going to deny it, don't waste my time. Just shut up," the Doctor shot back, clearly annoyed.

Then they learnt about the gas being a new phenomenon and the growing strength of the Gelth.

"What's the rift?" Rose asked absentmindedly.

"A weak point in time and space," the Doctor said smartly. "The connection between this place and another. That's the cause of ghost stories most of the time."

Rose just smiled fondly. He loved to show off.

After that, the Doctor left after Charles to check how he was doing and apologize for his rudeness. In the meantime, Rose and Gwyneth were both talking about life, school, boys and all that stuff.

"Maybe your Dad will be there too, Miss," Gwyneth said softly.

Rose nodded slowly. "You have no idea how right you are," she muttered.

"What was it, Miss?" Gwyneth looked confused.

"How did you know that my dad passed away again?" Rose asked lightly.

"Oh, I don't know. Must have been the Doctor," she answered nervously, looking away.

"Hmm." Rose knew she lied.

"I bet you have dozen of servants," Gwyneth said cheekily.

"Oh, just a few. But I only had them for a short while. It makes me uneasy." Rose gone into her thoughts.

"And you come such a long way...You are from London. I have seen drawings of it, but never like that. All those people rushing about half naked..." Gwyneth said in half disgust. "And the noise." She shook her head. "And then comes the beach. So full of sorrow and sadness. It's like it ripped you apart. You are like two people torn between one world and another. London should be your home, but you feel it foreign to you," she ended in disbelief.

"Wow," Rose exclaimed. "I always knew you were psychic, but didn't expect to be that much."

Gwyneth backed away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's alright. I don't blame you. I understand. But if you see it, can you tell me, why I'm here or how did I get to become like that?" Rose asked her with pleading eyes.

It scared Gwyneth. All her power and the strange things she had seen of Rose's life. She shook her head. "I don't know. One minute you are in some kind of place full of rocks and dust and the next minute you are in the basement. And the light. That golden light that surrounds you. Big Bad Wolf." She put her brows together like asking Rose for an answer.

Bad Wolf. Oh, for goodness sake, how long it's gonna follow?

"I'm so sorry, Miss." She closed her eyes, feeling a bit ashamed. "I can't help it - ever since I was a little girl. My mum said I had the sight. She told me to hide it!"

"But it's getting stronger," the Doctor suddenly said from the doorway. Rose felt a cold sweat run through her body. How much did he hear? She was already suspicious enough, now it just got worse.

Gwyneth nodded. "All the time, Sir. Every night. Voices in my head."

"You grew up on top of the rift. You're part of it. You're the key," the Doctor said softly.

"I tried to make sense of it. But nothing helped," she said in desperation.

"We can try one more thing. Show us what to do. We are going to have a seance," the Doctor announced.

When in the "Seance Room", Gwyneth explained the rules of it. The Doctor was nodding in understanding as he spotted Rose all frowning.

"Rose? What's the matter?" he asked. "Isn't it exciting? All those spiritual seances with ghosts, and now you gonna get just that." He grinned at her, expecting a similar reaction out of her. But got none of that.

Rose gave him a warning look. "Those are not ghosts," she muttered while turning her head away and their conversation ceased.

Charles was still talking back and tried to make a run from it, but was soon forced to stay.

"They can't get through the Rift," the Doctor said while looking at the Gelth above. "Gwyneth, it's not controlling you, you are controlling them. Now, look deep, allow them through," he said convincingly to her.

"Don't!" Rose shook her head in horror. That made the Doctor spare her a puzzled look. Rose didn't mind him. "Don't let them through. They are bad, Gwyneth," she said with deep voice as she tried to break the circle.

"Let them through, Gwyneth!" the Doctor said more sharply, squeezing Rose's hand hard to not let her off.

And soon Gelth appeared behind her. "Pity us. Pity the Gelth. There is so little time. Help us."

"A scam!" Rose yelled. "You are not worth pity."

The Doctor shot a look back at her now filled with a bit of anger. "Rose, what's wrong with you?" he asked in disbelief.

Rose just looked at him, swallowing her words.

"What do you want us to do?" The Doctor turned back to the Gelth.

"The Rift. Take the girl to the Rift. Make the bridge. We are so very few. The last of our kind. We face extinction."

"Why? What happened?" the Doctor asked in concern.

"Once we had a physical form, like you. But then a war came. The Time War," the Gelth spoke. Rose closed her eyes. She knew that it would make the Doctor waver, as he was still feeling very guilty about it. She looked back at him and saw just that.

"So, that's why you want the corpses," he stated.

"We need a physical form, and your dead are abandoned. They're going to waste. Give them to us!"

"No," Rose said coldly.

"And why not?" The Doctor looked at her sceptically.

"It's not-" she began.

"Not decent? Not polite? It can save their lives," he said firmly.

"We can't make Gwyneth do this. I'll not let you do this," Rose said with firm anger and desperation rising into her.

"You are not the one in CHARGE here!" the Doctor shot back coldly.

As the Gelth left her body, Gwyneth soon collapsed and they rushed to lay her down. While Rose was looking after her, she avoided any contact with the Doctor. She was angry at him. But at the same time she understood, that she wasn't the easiest herself to trust or follow. And that just made her more dispirited.

As soon as Gwyneth woke up and started asking about her angels, the Doctor and Rose continued with their argument. The Doctor was firm as a stone to help the Gelth while Rose tried to reason with him and at the same time trying to protect the girl.

"Don't I get to say, miss?" She heard as Gwyneth spoke. Not again...

"Look, you don't know what you are up against," Rose said, her voice cracking a bit, worried for the girl's well being.

"You would say that. 'Cos you think I'm stupid." Rose tried to say something. "But it's alright though," Gwyneth continued. "Things may be very different from where you are from, but here and now, I know my own mind. And the angels need me."

"And you got it all wrong," Rose muttered while shaking her head.

"So tell me, Doctor. What do I need to do?" Gwyneth asked him, and they were preparing to leave in the search of the Rift.

"But you can't!" Rose blocked their way.

"Look, I know you think using the dead bodies is wrong, but it's not. It's just like recycling!" The Doctor tried to convince her in all honesty.

"No, it is not about that!" Rose shook her head. "Although, that one is wrong too...But I'm talking about Gwyneth!" She shot a glare at the Doctor.

"What about her?" the Doctor asked in astonishment. "She is just helping those in need. I hoped you would be up for it too. I'm a bit disappointed that you are so against helping them out." He knit on his brows.

Disappointed.

Stab.

"Help those in need?" she exclaimed. "They do not need our help! They are dangerous." She tried to reason with him, desperation in her voice.

"How are they dangerous? Now you are talking nonsense, Rose Tyler." His voice became cold.

"They tried to kill me!" She was practically shouting now. "Back then, inside that room, they grabbed me with their cold hands and I could feel them against my neck. And those same "not dangerous" species are going at innocent Gwyneth." She felt a lump in her throat.

Just listen for once!

"You are delusional. They were only searching for help." The Doctor held a cold gaze at her, which made her shiver. He wouldn't look at her like that. Not her Doctor.

"They are going to hurt her," she said with a hurt expression. "Can't you believe in me?" Her voice slightly broke at the end.

Just this little bit...She wasn't asking much. Just...faith.

The Doctor kept silent. His eyes were trailing from her to the side of the room, frantically looking for the right answer. With the last glance he showed her, she knew. There was no hope.

"Charles. We are going. Gwyneth, Mr. Sneed, lead the way." As he walked past Rose.

Rejection.

More stabs.

She could feel how her breath quickened and it was harder to breath. He did not believe in her. She was nothing to him! Heh, how could she blame him? He barely knew her! She knew him for years, but he only have met her not long ago. She could bet he only thought of her as some crazy ape.

And she was so alone.

She felt how her conciousness literally split into two. In one way, she was happy to be with her Doctor again, in her rightful universe with mum, also, soon they would meet Jack, Pete, Harriet Jones...On the other hand, she was all alone. Since the moment her timeline was somehow reset to the beginning, she was left there alone with all the knowledge. And not like anybody came forward to explain her why was this happening.

She would still feel sometimes that maybe all that was happening was just a dream. A very cruel dream. And once she wakes up, it will all be gone. Even the slight hope of being with her Doctor would be gone. Her body shook as silent sobs echoed inside the room.

Rose took a deep breath before leaving the room to follow the others.

When she came to the morgue, Gwyneth was already making her way towards the arch, with everyone else stepping back. Rose was walking towards Gwyneth, when she felt firm arms hold her back.

"Stay put." The Doctor's voice reached her ears. "She needs to do that." Rose tried to move away, but the Doctor was holding her too tightly.

She couldn't let that happen.

She struggled some more, hitting the Doctor in the stomach as she made her way to Gwyneth. The girl was already one foot on the arch, when Rose grabbed her hand and tossed her aside stepping in the arch herself.

She could feel a sudden energy thrown inside of her, which suffocated her.

Now she had done it.

She started coughing and it was starting to be hard to breathe. She was loosing her focus. But there was still enough of her to remember the grip in her hand a minute earlier still beating a pulse.

She felt her head spin and soon her knees were on the ground. Her throat was on fire as Gelth tried to pass through, but from lack of power from the source, they were stuck in between.

"Let us THROUGH!" They struggled fiercely, making Rose lose air more and more. Her eyes were all watery and she couldn't see a thing anymore.

"ROSE!" She heard a frantic voice calling her name somewhere distant. She couldn't reply.

Only then she understood just what it meant for her to save their lives. Why it was so hard with the lever and now. Those people sacrificed their lives not for nothing. They were meant to do a greater good with their actions. And now, while saving them, Rose took upon herself all what they were meant to do. She painfully realised that while saving the others she may lose her own life in the process, and she may never reach Canary Wharf that way.

Second by second she felt her breathing become more shallow, her whole body was feeling limp and she would lose conciousness any minute now.

"Rose! Stay awake!" The voice still calling her.

And then the blackness came.

Rose felt her body being carried by strong arms. She could feel leather against her skin. Wait. Leather? As in the Doctor's leather jacket? She had to wake up. She fluttered her eyelids and slowly slowly opened them. The view was still a bit hazy, but soon she came to focus. She saw a familiar face sigh in relief, and she could see a soft smile make its way on his lips.

"You are going to be alright." His eyes were full of concern and warmth now. "A bit of lack of oxygen, but you are going to get it back. Look, it's snowing outside," he exclaimed with a huge smile.

Rose formed a faint smile. She was glad, the Doctor was not cold to her anymore. She reached for his cheek with her hand and cupped it. The action shocked him a bit and he made an odd expression on his face, but he soon relaxed on her touch, letting her do as she pleases.

She felt her heart fill up with warmth. She did it, didn't she? She came back alive, and her Doctor was warm to her, and Gwyneth should be here somewhere...Gwyneth.

Rose made a jump at that thought and the Doctor, losing balance, kinda let her roll on the snow.

"What, Rose! What are you doing?" He looked all confused at her. He squatted down near her.

"Gwyneth!" Rose yelled, pulling onto his sleeves. "Gwyneth! Where is she?" Her frantic eyes where looking for an answer in his.

There was a pause, after which the Doctor's expression shadowed. "She is gone," he muttered.

Gone.

"Gone how?" she yelled back at him. "How do you mean gone? I-I pushed her aside, didn't I?" Her voice shaky.

He grabbed her by her shoulders. "There was nothing we could do, it was the only way to stop the Gelth from coming through. She had to keep them with her." The Doctor told her with regret in his voice.

No.

No.

"NO!" Rose shouted. "No, she couldn't." She shook her head. "She is not, right? She is not!" Desperately looking at the Doctor, Rose tried to find reason in him.

"I got to find her. Help her." She was standing up, or more like standing and falling, so in the end crawling throughout the snow, but was soon stopped by the Doctor. He grabbed her on her waist as he was pulling her back.

"No, let me go!" Rose struggled. "Let me go! I got to go!" she cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." The Doctor soothed her. "I'm sorry."

"NOO!" she yelled out. "If I didn't save her, then why I'm HERE?. WHY?" As she sobbed the Doctor pressed her against him rocking her slightly.

She failed her. She failed Gwyneth, and she couldn't do anything to help her.

When everything calmed down, they found themselves at Dickens' house. The Doctor and Rose sat in the living room silently, Rose holding a cup of tea in her hands.

"I shouldn't have doubted you," the Doctor began faintly. "It's all my fault." He closed his eyes. "When they mentioned the Time War, I couldn't resist. I pitied them!" he said angrily.

Rose couldn't bear to see him like that. She reached for his hand and placed hers on his. "It was not your fault, Doctor," she said tenderly, looking him in the eyes. "Neither was."

"But it nearly cost you your life," he added painfully.

Rose just shook her head. "It's alright. I chose this. I made my decision to help them out, even if I failed..." She turned her gaze away.

"Now, Rose Tyler. You, from all of the people, cannot blame yourself for this." His voice serious but gentle. "You were so brave back then. And so human," he ended softly. "And I lost that, back there. I lost humanity and I need you to remind me of that sometimes. I won't doubt you anymore." He smiled at her.

Rose felt how her heart filled with warmth and love for this man. She ached to share all her thoughts and worries with him, but even if she couldn't do that, she was at least allowed to do this.

And then, she leaned forward, her arms around his neck, burying her head in his shoulders. She felt the Doctor stiffen for a bit, but not for long. Soon his arms were wrapped around her. They would have stayed like that, if a cough from behind them wouldn't have startled them.

"I'm sorry to disturb your..." Charles gestured at them meaningfully. "I got to say your bold movements perplex me, but I guess with all the things I have seen today, nothing should surprise me anymore."

"We were no-" The Doctor tried to defend himself but that moment Rose stood up and walked towards Charlie.

"Thank you for all you did, Charlie." She smiled at him fondly and kissed his cheek softly, making the Doctor jump a bit in disbelief and jealousy?

They left Charles house, told their goodbyes and were walking towards the TARDIS.

"I don't mean to impose on you, Doctor. But I gotta ask this...my books.. Do they last?" Charles asked hopefully.

"Oh yeh!" The Doctor beamed.

"For how long?"

"Forever," the Doctor answered softly.

Forever. Rose had a gentle smile on her face at hearing those words.

"Right. Shed. Come on, Rose." The Doctor's voice shook her slightly.

"In - in the box? Both of you?" Charles said, slightly scandalised.

"Down boy," the Doctor told him. "See ya."

They decided to make one last surprise for Charlie as the TARDIS dematerialised right in front of him.

to be continued...

A/N: I was wondering. Am I the only stupid one or there would be others who would be confused when the Doctor pointed out the direction of the wardrobe in that fast voice of his? ;D I know that my first word would be "What?" not rushing inside. True, she heard it for the second time now, but the first time, I have no idea how she got it.

I know I made this chapter a bit sad, but as I thought about it, Rose never really got over Canary Wharf and the separation, and she was thrown into this timeline with no explanation and to add to all that she couldn't save Gwyneth. So, it made sense for me to make her break down. But I'm not planning to keep the depressed mood. So, no worries. :)

Oh, and reviews are more than welcomed. Always nice to hear what you think.