A/N: Well this is it. The last chapter. The home stretch! The finale. The home run... Ok enough...
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I hope you enjoyed reading it, and I hope you will enjoy reading this last chapter. It's certainly been... fun... Not copying it up onto the computer; but writing it :D... Does anyone actually read this drivel? I can never imagine people reading author's notes... so on with the story... The last story... the home stretch...the:- Ok, i'm stopping now...
He spun around. He could barely see; his eyes clouded with tears. He stared at the heart monitor.
But that wasn't possible.
The Doctor stared at the monitor, and then at Rose. There was a tinge of colour in her cheeks.
He could scarcely believe it. In fact – he couldn't believe it. There was no way that could've happened. She'd died. He was so sure she'd died… And yet…
He jumped up and frantically stroked her face, "C'mon Rose. You're doing it. Just hang on. Don't let go," he practically screamed at her, his voice shaking with emotion as he trailed a finger down her chin.
The heart monitor was showing that her heart rate was weak; but stable. "Oh thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much." He didn't know who he was thanking – but he was almost speechless with gratitude.
Rose was recovering, and he would wait there as long as it took.
Lyrin walked in with another mug of tea, and upon seeing his face, knew it was good news. He looked drained of energy, but totally over the moon. She handed him a mug of tea, and this time, he took it and sipped at it.
It was the first thing he'd had in 4 days, and he sighed with pleasure as its sugary warmth seeped through him.
Lyrin smiled, "She's improving?"
It was more of a statement than a question, but the Doctor nodded his head. Lyrin sat there with him, and they both watched Rose with silent respect and awe at her persistent fortitude.
Lyrin was happy. She was incredibly glad Rose was recovering – as though a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She felt guilty, yes, but not as intensely as she had before. She thought it would be best if she left the Doctor on his own – he would want to have privacy when Rose awoke.
The Doctor didn't take his eyes off Rose throughout the night. At around 1am the next morning, she stirred. The Doctor was there in an instant, and sat on the seat by her side.
Her eyes opened blearily, and met his own dark brown ones. She smiled weakly. The Doctor barely managed to stop himself from squeezing her into a hug – he knew she was still tired.
He squeezed her hand instead.
She looked up at him with her big innocent eyes and he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into her shoulder.
Rose was startled, "Doctor… It's Ok… I'm fine.. Please… Don't cry," she gingerly patted his back.
"Rose," he cried, muffled somewhat by her shoulder, "I thought you were dead. I just… I didn't know what to do… It was so…"
"Shh." Rose hushed, "It's ok. I'm fine."
He gave in to temptation, and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her to his chest. His weight was half on her, half on the bed, but she didn't care. She was too happy to see him.
"Oh Rose. Never do that to me again," he said, letting go of her and looking at her sternly.
She grinned. She knew the Doctor wasn't mad – he'd just been worried out of his mind. "I'll try."
He smiled, but his eyes showed that his thoughts were elsewhere… She could've died… She almost did die.
"Mmm?" he snapped out of his reverie.
She laughed at his dazed expression, "Would it be possible to have something to drink? I'm really thirsty."
He snapped to his feet. He'd forgotten that she'd been here for almost five days with no food or drink.
"Of course!" he flapped his arms in panic, and ran out to the kitchen. Rose snorted with amusement, letting her head flop back on the pillow and yawning. She drifted off peacefully into sleep.
The Doctor walked in with a huge mug of hot chocolate, and a whole packet of cookies – nothing like sugar to restore energy!
He'd seen her on the bed, eyes closed, and had started. But then he realised she was sleeping. He felt like slapping himself. He'd have to get a grip…
But that image of Rose limply suspended in the huge water tank… Her hair fanning grotesquely around her…
He shuddered, putting the mug and cookies on the bedside table.
He almost stopped himself from waking her – she looked so tranquil.
He gently nudged her.
"Hmm?" she mumbled as her eyes opened.
"Your drink…" he handed her the mug.
"Oh, thanks." She struggled to sit up, and took it, letting the hot liquid trickle down her throat.
He sat on the edge of her bed, content to just watch her drink. He smirked slightly as she dipped her cookies into it.
She soon finished, and yawned again, sighing as she lay down. The Doctor couldn't resist, and slipped into the tiny single bed with her – he wanted to be near her. To feel her warm body next to his… To remind himself she was alive.
She smiled happily and stretched her legs.
"I'm sorry Rose…" his eyes almost pleaded with her as he looked into hers.
She looked at him questioningly.
"For… Before… With Lyrin…" he hesitated as he saw pain flicker behind her eyes.
But she understood. "It's ok. I believe you.. It… It wasn't your fault."
He breathed in a sharp sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. "You know I love you too much to do that don't you? I'll never stop loving you."
"But you gave up…" he frowned as he remembered when that shocking realisation had dawned on him. "You almost died Rose… You gave up."
"You said you didn't care about me… You weren't going to come…" Her mouth quivered – she was on the verge of tears.
"I know," he half whispered, his voice full of self-loathing and regret. "It was my fault. I almost lost you…. I thought I had lost you. You almost died because of me."
"But you saved me…" tears fell down her face, but her voice rang with the pride that the Doctor felt he didn't deserve. "I felt you. You were inside my head. You saved me. If you hadn't done that, then…" she shuddered.
Tears streamed down his face – he couldn't help but think about what could've happened. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. Their faces pressed together as he enfolded her in his arms, their legs entwining with one another… Their tears mingling.
He kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled at him, letting out an embarrassed yawn.
"Sleep," he ordered.
She happily complied, and nuzzled her nose into his neck, kissing it as she did so. Her arms was sprawled across his chest, her forefinger gently resting on his neck; feeling the rhythmic pulse of his two hearts. Her other arm was between both their bodies, her hand clutching at his.
He absently stroked the hand with his thumb as he lay there on his back, contemplating, as he closed his eyes, just how lucky he really was. He wondered if next time… She might not make it…
He turned to gaze at her, and lifted the hand that wasn't holding Rose's, to gently stroke her hair. Her face was calm and serene – looking for all the world as though it belonged to an angel that had lost its way to heaven.
And with that thought, a half-forgotten song came to memory. Rose was forever listening to that stupid radio of hers… He had never really liked Earth music… Ape music… But he'd liked that song that he'd heard her singing (albeit badly) to.
He whispered in her ear, his breath tickling the tiny receptive hairs on her neck.
"You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be."
A/N: Well there you go, that's it... I managed to do that in a freezing pitch black tent, on my own, in North Wales... No offence to the North Welsh, but your weather... g'darn it... I missed the scorching weather in London, and instead got the ehem 'lovely' rain of Wales...
I hope none of you readers hate me too much for fluffing the ending... I'd just rewatched Doomsday (for the 18th time... succesfully memorized the words:D) and needed to cheer myself up.
So, thanks guys... oh, and a nice review will certainly be good persuasion for getting me to write more fics... I am deciding whether to do a sequel... But I'm not entirely sure yet.