He watched her through the binoculars from his vantage point inside his parked car. He had no idea who the bloke was. Probably some friend. She was good at that. Making friends, making people think they could trust her and then one mistake and she turned her back.

He couldn't believe his luck when he found out she was there, trapped on that world with him. Not his original world and definitely not what he was aiming for with that experiment. Something had gone wrong. There was a blinding light and then he was falling. He landed hard on a street, middle of the night. At first he thought he'd simply been displaced. Not from one point in time to another, which is what he'd been aiming for, but across town only when he made it back home he found out that it wasn't his home. Someone else lived there.

It took him a while to realize what must have happened. Where he was. Not his world, but another. A parallel world. This was all her fault. If she hadn't turned her back on him he wouldn't have started the experiment in the first place. She was the one to blame, making him believe she actually cared when the only person she ever cared about was that bloody Doctor. No one else measured up in her eyes, but she let him believe he did right up until the point where she pulled the rug out from under him. She would pay for everything she'd done to him.

She stood up, yelling at the bloke she was with and then she did the one thing he'd been waiting for, because now he was ready, she walked away. On her own. Out of the park. He glanced at the bloke, sitting on the bench, lost in thought. He wasn't going anywhere. Good.

He dropped the binoculars as she walked out of the park and started down the street toward him. Only she didn't know, had no idea he was waiting for her, for this opportunity. She drew closer. He grabbed the door handle, waiting. When she reached the point where she was too close to get away he opened the door and stepped out quickly, reaching into the pocket of his trousers to take hold of the needle hidden inside.

"Hello, Rose," he greeted.

She froze. Her eyes widening, in that completely unexpected way. He stepped toward her. She was still too stunned to react.

"Haven't seen you in ages," he continued, drawing up just close enough.

"How did you…?" but the rest of the question died as he pulled his hand out and plunged the needle into her arm. "Doctor!" and then her body slumped.

He grabbed her as she collapsed. Doctor? In all the time he'd kept watch on her he hadn't seen the Doctor once. That was something to worry about later. He pulled her to the car, opened the back door, and tossed her inside.


"Doctor!"

Her voice reached him. Rose! He let her…no…he let her walk away on her own. He hadn't even thought…He shot off the bench and ran out of the park. If the meta-crisis took her he'd never forgive himself. He raced out in time to see a car pull away. The driver…What? How? How could it be him?

He didn't even belong there. Why would he take Rose? He chased after the car, but it was no use. He stopped, staring after the car as it disappeared around the corner. Gone. She was gone and it was his fault. And now, he had no idea how he was going to find her.


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