A baby was crying. That was impossible though. Rose wasn't due for another couple of months. He turned his head over and felt a twinge in his back from where he was sitting, leaning over with his head rested on a bed. The crying continued. As his sleeping mind caught up he realized that the baby was awake again. He sat up and rubbed his eyes to see Rose sitting up humming softly.

"She doesn't like that," he commented with a smirk.

Rose raised an eyebrow. "You promised you wouldn't use understanding her to your advantage unless it was an emergency." Carefully she handed the newborn over to him and he gently rocked her.

"I was thinking the name Cordelia." Rose said. "Cordelia Ann."

He giggled. "Cat? Really Rose?"

"I like it." she pouted.

"She likes it too. But she wonders what a cat is."

"I mean it, stop it." Rose laughed.

-DW-

The years flew by quickly. Too quickly for his liking. He had never liked goodbyes or endings but thanks to Rose he found himself saying them. He stood as a best man at Martha and Mickey's wedding. Danced with Martha at the after party. He became god parent to her two sons and they stopped at least once every couple of months for Sunday dinners, much to his dismay. He held Martha as she cried after Mickey was unexpectedly killed in the line of duty for Torchwood. Martha though grew old and lived to see her grandkids and then great-grandchildren before passing away peacefully in her sleep. He didn't want to attend the funeral and say goodbye, but Rose had insisted.

Donna never married. Which disappointed him. He thought she deserved more. Yet when ever he talked to River, he was informed that Donna was happy and traveling the world. She never settled down until her dying day. They buried her in the family plot, but he always felt she would have liked to be cremated and among the stars.

John traveled in his TARDIS until he became ill. Then he passed the TARDIS onto Kiam. He settled down to a quiet life, living in Cardiff. He continued to degenerate. Amy and Rory took care of him until his last days. The Doctor and Rose stayed with him in his last few weeks and helped to make it easier. John never blamed him that he couldn't regenerate and in the end managed to find peace. The Doctor followed the old traditions and burned John's body. Even though John didn't blame him, he blamed himself and apologized profusely.

Kiam took off in his TARDIS soon afterwards and as the years flew by he became more and more distant. Rose was agitated but the Doctor understood the call of the stars and as long as he knew his son was out there and alive, he was happy to let him go. Cordelia took the more sensible route and headed off to college. She settled down and married, giving him grandchild again.

Jenny stayed with Vastra before she took to the stars again. She traveled to the 42nd century and purchased a space ship. There she made a living traveling around saving civilizations and doing good. She made him proud whenever he heard of a village that was saved because Jenny had been there. He also laughed at the amount of running she had to do, she was his daughter after all.

Then there was his Rose, his beautiful Rose. She aged slower then she should have, and he never quite figured out how or why. He just held onto the years that he had her and showed her all the wonders of the universe. He never slowed down, even as she did. It seemed as though no time at all had passed before he was holding her in their bed. Her hair was gray and her skin wrinkled. Every breath was ragged. Tears slid down his face. He held her through out the night as her heart finally beat it's last. He lost track of time as he laid there listening to the silence that filled the room.

He had made a promise to Jackie, long ago, that he would return Rose to London and that was a promise he intended to keep. He buried her underneath a small tree, facing to the east so that she could watch the sunrise each morning. She had outlived everyone else that they had come to known and love while she was young, except for Jack. Jack stood by his side and helped him to bury his beautiful wife. Neither of them said anything as they stood there long into the night before together they walked back to the TARDIS.

Jack had traveled with him before, it seemed like another lifetime now. Jack had lost Ianto years ago to old age and River more recently to the library. Jack had at least taken comfort in the fact that the Doctor was there at River's end. Both had expected to hear from the Master at the loss of his daughter, but whether or not the Master was alive still he didn't know. He wondered if the Master, like him, was tired of all the running and just wanted to be left to live out his life.

He turned to Jack, his eyes still red, but the tears long gone.

"All of time and space. So where do you want to start?"

After almost 100 chapters, 106 followers over 114 reviews and 69 favorites, I have decided that it is as good of time as any to end the story for good. I tried to close the story lines but if I left any open just know that they lived happily and they never stopped running.