Disclaimer: Mine, mine, mine, mine. DW…not mine.
A/N: A little obvious this is set during Parting of the Ways, but you never know. I have this great ability at being completely daft sometimes…
Bad Wolf
Rose was blinded by the bright golden light that engulfed her. From a long distance, it seemed, she heard herself speak. But she lived within and outside of herself. The light began to fade, and she began to see. Everything. Everywhen. Everywhere. Infinite knowledge. Images flashed through her mind faster than light, but she absorbed them all.
A spaceship in London. Harriet Jones. Her Doctor. New face, new hands, same man. A hospital with cats. Cassandra. The invasion of her mind. The kiss. The Face of Boe again. The werewolf. Sarah Jane Smith. The annoying girl in the fireplace. Pete Tyler. Mickey. The impossible planet. The Ood. Losing the Doctor. The rocket. Getting him back. The television. Losing herself. The girl with the drawings. Losing him again. Always losing him. She felt them…all the losses all at once and thought she'd die from the pain, but the memory of clutching his hand brought her back.
The ghosts. The Daleks. The Cybermen. Mickey. Her dad. The void. The wall. The beach. The goodbye.
"No." She wanted to scream and did but couldn't all at once. Her head was going to burst. She went through the next images in a succession of flashes but took it all in.
Parallel to each other, she saw both her life and the Doctor's. An empty room. A redhead in a wedding gown. Days working a Torchwood, endless days. Days with a new companion that wasn't her. Missing him. Missing her. Fear of losing her mum. Losing his last. Pain, loss, anger, fear, hope. Both their emotions rolled into one.
Finding her way back. The ginger again, but now she was back as well. Travelling the right universe. Helping save reality. Running towards him. Tears streamed down her face both in reality and in her dream state as she lost him again. He was engulfed by gold now. But when it faded, he was still him, and she was in his arms.
Davros. Trapped but still happy to be near him. A second him. A human doctor. A doctor human. Saying goodbye. The kiss. Her choice. Time. Time And Time.
And when she saw him again, the real him, she was gold. The light had never left her. He looked different, but she knew it was him. His soul could be stuck in a toilet roll, and she'd know. But he didn't believe it was her. He'd lost hope. So she told him everything. How her choice on the beach had been false because all along she'd known she would see him again but only if she stayed, lost him one last time. She was losing him. He didn't believe. So she brought his face near hers. Because he had to remember that there had been a time when he'd only ever believed in her.
The images had been rushing past, faster than she'd ever imagined they could, but now suddenly and dizzily stopped. All she could see now was him, then and now and forever. And she realized that since the beginning of time, the entire universe, all of them, had been in on it, leading her to this moment, to him.
He smiled. "Rose," she heard him utter her name, and the effect was greater than the birth of a new star. She saw him then, and she saw him now. Her first Doctor and her last. Two times separated by infinity but both real. Their lips met, and he took the light from her. But he couldn't take it all because she knew she had to keep a part of him, hide it, stow it away so she could find her way back to him one day. And everything went black.
A/N: Do I really have to ask? I will, anyway...Review, please!