Yikes! It's been a while. Sorry. This is the end. Can't explain the door. Sorry.

The Doctor stood still behind the door, gazing into the abyss. Slowly, he closed it, turned around, and sat with his back to it, face blank as the walls that surrounding him. And then, he started to cry.

It began as a few stray silent tears, and quickly hit its crescendo into wailing. He couldn't stop. The tears kept coming and coming as he remembered every single piece of his love that he had left behind time and time again. Her beautiful brown eyes, the soft locks of hair, the single freckle on her cheek.

The way she supported him - endlessly! And loved even more! How she had lost all she loved and yet, when he came back, she followed him without a thought. He was a sociopath, the kind of monster that he had come to loathe!

But it was over.

Everything was righted.

So why did he feel so viciously sick? Why did it feel so disgusting - hurtful - abhorrently wrong?

She wasn't meant for here. She wasn't meant for him. She wasn't supposed to exist.

Staring down the grey hall, he wondered if this was the right way to go. Why did it have to be like this? Why was it so easy to tear open the door, reach in, and bring her back out? And why couldn't he just do it?

"Doctor!"

Do it.

"Doctor help!"

Just do it.

"Please Doctor, I can't see anything!"

Please! God, why? Why? He had helped every person he could before now! Why?

Because there wasn't supposed to be two. The universe had glitched - he had to send her back. Out of his. She was causing tears in reality that couldn't be allowed. No manner of love or adoration or what have you could be allowed. Hermionie was a cancer, that he needed to cut out.

He couldn't sit there. He couldn't allow himself to kill her like this. But she doesn't belong here! This universe - this place - it wasn't her home! The Doctor felt the universe calling for him, telling him it needed his help. He took care of one enemy. Now he had to get the rest of them.

He couldn't sit here. He couldn't stay with her.

"The last timelord.."

Taking a deep breath in, he stood up.

And he left.

Hermione's screams echoed through the corridor for years.

Hermione quickly found that the nothingness was so much easier to deal with and become accustomed to than returning to such a familiar place. A cool breeze flounced its way across her and Sirius, ruffling their hair and lifting the edges of their clothes. They could see it was likely September, the same month that Hermionie left Hogwarts for good. The dense forest of trees they were in, however, suggested that she had never really left in the first place. They had landed, thankfully, in a cleared area. The forest was silent. Dark. Looming.

"How did we... how did you?" Hermione started, jumping off of her Sirius cushion, "What the hell?!"

"Where are we? What day is it?" Sirius spat back in quick succession.

They stood at opposite sides of the small clearing, staring at each other completely aghast.

Neither one of them remembered the darkness.

"I... fell through something?" Sirius started before stopping short. "You were there! And Harry! Is he alright?"

His words hung on the air and seemed to sail, along with the breeze, through Hermione's hair.

"I don't know."

She sat down. Something was tugging at the edges of her memory - trying its very hardest to grab her attention and tell her. What was going on? How did she get there? Why couldn't she remember... anything? Harry. There was something wrong with him, but she couldn't remember what. He got hurt. Was he okay? Was she okay? And someone else... she -

"Hermione, are you alright?"

Sirius had crossed the short distance and was crouched in front of her, eyebrows furrowed. Maybe it was Sirius that was the someone else? No. That wasn't it. He just didn't... fit.

"Mionie.."

She flinched. There was something so familiar. Too familiar. God, what was it?

"We need to move on, Hermionie."

Sirius' suggestion caused a reaction that he wasn't expecting. Sure, the both of them were traumatized. They were supposed to be dead! But they were back! "It's okay now. We're safe. We can go home."

All at once everything began to start crashing down - she started crying as though she'd had her soul ripped from her. Her love. Her life. And she couldn't stop. Sirius waited patiently, trying unsuccessfully to console her.

"Shit. Uh... shh? It's okay. We're okay! We can go back to our lives now!"

But she wouldn't stop. She didn't even know why but she couldn't. It felt like relief somehow but with just as much crushing grief and hatred. It was a mix of emotions she had never felt before, and never wished for again. God, she needed to stop. Sirius picked her up, tears and all, and started walking. Before long, it was night, and she had fallen asleep. At least she wasn't crying anymore. No more tears.

"Time to start a new life.." he whispered to himself over the silence of the forest.

Before long, his quiet adventure with the girl came to an end. Reaching the end of the woods, he saw that, at last, he was home. They were home. On the horizon loomed Hogwarts, magnificent as when they had last left it. The sun was just coming up, and cast a great shadow over the entire field.

"Sirius?" a familiar, sleepy voice asked. Sirius swung around, nearly losing hold of Hermionie in the process.

"Sweet Merlin, Sirius! What are you doing out the- is that Hermionie?!" Hagrid bellowed, charging toward the pair.

"Uh.. yes. Maybe. I don't know. We just kind of.. showed up." Sirius said.

"Follow me. Now."

Hagrid was the most cross Sirius had ever seen and so, without question, he followed the half-giant to Hogwarts and through its winding passageways until they reached the Hospital Wing. Hagrid knocked tentatively on the door, and when he was granted with an "Oh thank Heavens!" he ushered in Sirius. Madame Pomfrey went white at the sight of him, then red at the sight of Hermionie.

"For heaven's sake! Can this girl never understand when to stay in bed?" she said to no one in particular, and heaved Hermionie's small body from Sirius as though she was as light as a feather. Placing the girl down in a nearby bed, she assigned Sirius a bed as well.

"I'll be calling Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley down then, won't I?" Pomfrey asked Sirius, who shrugged.

"I can get them, ma'am." Hagrid offered, halfway through leaving. After a curt nod from Pomfrey, he shut the doors. Once again, Sirius found himself in total silence.

"Before you ask, it's 1998. Dumbledore died. Voldemort died. The trio of buffoons-" Pomfrey gestured to Hermionie with a cross nod, "returned, and you sir have been dead for years!" she said as though it was his fault he had fallen through the veil.

"Ah. So. Business as usual then." Sirius responded dreamily before falling asleep. It had been a long night of walking, and a long few years of not existing. He needed rest.

So uh yeah I don't know y'all... I just needed resolution you know? I needed things to be over. I was going to outright kill Hermionie a few chapters back but you can probably see where I just decided to not. In this it's more of just sending her back to the universe that she was supposed to be in. Now everything for both people can go back to how it was before. I'm not saying she isn't a time lord any more, but yeah. It's just how I wanted it to end all those years ago when I started it.