Chapter Seven

Nine sat on the edge of the pool crossed legged and watched the water ripple. He was thinking about the flames of the Time War that always burned in his mind. Aside from the horrible pain that swirled about him in the form of the fiercest hurricane, he thought about Rose. Rose was his joy in life and he loved her, but the Rose he saw with his future self was not the same Rose. Every time Nine's thoughts rolled back around to that different Rose, that other Rose, the feeling of guilt multiplied. He needed to get back to her. He stood from his place at the pool and walked to the control room. Eleven looked up from what he was doing and stared at Nine.

"Take me back," demanded Nine.

"I can't take you back, she simply refuses to budge," replied Eleven.

"Why?"

"I don't know! If I knew then we would be leaving by now."

"Then figure it out!" exclaimed Nine. Nine stormed away to sulk by the pool once more.

Eleven stood at the console and stared at the small screen in front of him; he occasionally twisted knobs, pulled cords, or toggled some switches. He looked at the readings on the screen with a confused look. "How can she be communicating and how come I can't see who she's talking to?" Eleven asked himself out loud. He continued to try to work it out until he heard Ten and Rose talking in the hall close by the control room.

"Doctor, do you know why we're here?" Rose asked.

"No, but we'll find out, I promise," Ten replied.

"Will we ever get out of here?"

"Yes."

"What if we don't?" asked Rose shakily. Ten stepped right in front of her and took her face in his hands. His eyes bore deeply into hers.

"Don't talk like that. We will get out of here and everyone will go back to where they came from and you and I will go on travelling again," said The Doctor seriously.

"But that future version of you doesn't have me. Obviously I go somewhere, or get lost, or left behind, maybe I even died."

"No. Rose Tyler, you will not get lost or left behind and as long as you're with me, you will not die."

"You say that, but I don't believe it. I'm not with the future version of you. What happened to me, Doctor? What?"

"Rose Tyler you will not die or be lost or left behind because I love you," said The Doctor truthfully. Rose just stood there for a moment in front of The Doctor in his moment of vulnerability, and after years of travelling with him, she pulled him to her and finally kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. She ran her fingers through his beautiful hair and pulled him closer to her. They stood there in their loving embrace for the best few moments of Rose's life until she pulled away to catch her breath.

" I've been waiting to do that forever," she laughed. He laughed right along with her.

Sherlock and John were sitting in their little room after their kiss and just had eye-sex. They stared at each other for the longest while until Sherlock finally said, "I think this might be a snog box." John laughed heartily.

"I mean it!" laughed Sherlock.

"How is it a snog box?" asked John, recovering from his laughter.

"It looks small, but it really isn't, there are a lot of secret little rooms, we were just snogging a moment ago," explained Sherlock with a laugh at the end. John giggled his adorable little giggle and Sherlock smiled. They sat back and looked at each other lovingly once more.

"I love you, Sherlock," said John lustfully.

"And I, you," replied Sherlock. John inched closer to him and rested his hand on Sherlock's leg. Sherlock reached over and pushed back John's hair as he leaned closer and closer before their lips collided.

Eleven was sitting on the leather bench in the control room listening to Ten and Rose. He held back the tears and replaced them with thoughts and solutions. Ten replaced his tears with Rose. Nine replaced his tears with the fire of the Time War. Eleven decided that everyone here had to forget everything that happened after they were picked up by Ten and Rose. If they remembered, it would change The Doctor's timeline and tear a hole in the universe.

"I can use the TARDIS' energy and create an alternate situation for everyone to remember. I'll have to ask everyone what they wish to remember and go from there," said Eleven to himself.

"Can I help?" asked Captain Jack who bounded up to Eleven.

"No, I think you're fine. Just sit back, relax and try not to create any tear in my timeline," said Eleven jarringly.

"I'd be able to do that if I could help," prodded Captain Jack.

"Fine. I need to find a way to make everyone forget this ever happened."

"Why?"

"Because things are being said and everything should rip apart, but they haven't! What's holding it back!?" yelled Eleven in frustration.

"But what's being said?"

"Things that should rip a gaping hole in the fabric of reality," explained Eleven.

"Then what's holding it in?"

"I don't know! But whatever it is, the TARDIS is talking to it…"