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Perfection in Uncertainty
She saw perfectly the life she could have had. She didn't see it the way the Doctor could, with intertwining time lines and complex shifts in the Vortex. She just knew, plain and simple. On Earth, no Doctor, no TARDIS, no complications, Mickey was her soul mate. They complemented each other perfectly. She made him brilliant, and when she started drifting too far from the Earth's surface, he brought her back. The life they could have shared was but a dream. A wedding. Rose had always dreamed of a traditional wedding with the slightest twists and turns. The most beautiful children: his skin, her eyes, his grasp of reality, her ability to dream. They'd grow old happily. They'd fight and they'd make up, and life would be better than ever. The truth was she'd seen herself holding Mickey's hand forever. But it was only a dream now because now that she'd seen what else could be, anything else would be settling.
The Doctor wasn't her soul mate, even. He was so much more, in every way. He didn't tether her to the Earth; instead, he took her hand and dragged her past the atmosphere with him. With him, she didn't see a wedding. She didn't see children or taxes or mortgages. She saw stars. She saw aliens and spaceships and planets. She saw battle and brilliance and beauty. Sometimes, she didn't know what she saw; she didn't know what was coming, and she loved the feeling. It might be almost disturbed, but she loved not knowing if she'd be living or dying by him the next day, but that was only because, when it came to him, she was happy to do either.
Uncertainty with the Doctor was infinitely better than plain certainty with someone else.
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