DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Doctor Who. Still don't make any money from this. But if he doesn't stop leaving TARDIS prints in my flower bed, we're gonna have words…
SUMMARY: Something goes horribly, horribly wrong in the Parallel Universe and the Doctor's not there to save the day.
A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews! I appreciate them oh so much more than you know and I swear they keep me going!
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His mind burned. Burned like ice and fire. The Universe raged and spun and fought the storm. A kiss. Lips pressed to his so sweetly. He knew those lips. Rose, his Rose, his love.
"My Doctor." That voice. Not Rose. That voice, dragged him back from the abyss, kicking and screaming. "Doctor."
NO! He wouldn't leave her. Not again! He'd promised. He fought with everything in him to release him, please. He couldn't do it anymore. It would just be too much. PLEASE STOP THIS!
"Doctor!"
His eyes peeled open with all the strength he could muster and met glowing golden ones. "So, we meet again. Come to read me my last rites?"
"You would give up on us so easily? You would relenquish your hold on Our Rose so quickly?" The voice of the big Bad Wolf rang in his head like a thousand million bells, each clearer and louder than the last, and very plainly angry.
"She's dead. I killed her. You dishonor her by remaining. Come now, Wolf. We all need rest." He made to close his eyes again, pulled Rose's body closer to his. "Return to the Vortex. Tell the Universes the Doctor is no more." He snorted. "Should make SOME happy."
She stroked his face. "Oh, My Doctor," she giggled. "Such an idiot."
"Yep. That's me. All the way," he murmured.
Bad Wolf watched as the Doctor, the last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm, Ka Fariq Gatri, gave up the will to live. Without his Rose, he couldn't seem to even fake caring any more. This was the last loss he could bear. The lonely god was laying down his mantle.
"She is not so far gone yet, My Doctor. Our Rose."
The Doctor cracked open his eyes to stare at this impossible creature, not daring to hope.
"There's not much time, My Doctor. You'll soon be back in your universe and I cannot allow you to die. I am the Bad Wolf. I can see the whole of time and space. Every single atom of your existence. Everything must come to death. All things. Everything dies." She smiled, stroked his face, and murmured, "Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. I am the Bad Wolf, remember? I create myself."
At that, Rose's body burst into golden flames, licking at every inch of her and wrapping around the Doctor's prone form. He refused to release her even when the energy threatened to harm him to the point of his own regeneration. And then it was done. Over as quickly as it had begun.
And Rose, his beautiful pink and yellow human, his companion, bond-mate, and love, opened her eyes and met his, gave him THAT smile and kissed the Doctor.
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