To the Past from the Future
Chapter Fifteen: Time
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"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff."
He had said that once to a young girl named Sally Sparrow when trying to help her understand how something that looked impossible could in fact be the truth. At the time he had in fact been reading from a script of what he needed to say in order to gain her assistance but that was another story entirely. In that story Sally Sparrow had been the center of an ontological paradox, today Rose was the center of another. One that was much more important and personal to the Doctor, it meant his family. Course she had been the center of an ontological paradox before as Bad Wolf and all that all those years ago. That little time loop is what guaranteed them at least a few years together with a family.
Time the Doctor decided was indeed a complex thing, he looked over at Rose Marion Tyler who sat in the captain's chair flipping through a magazine, a beautiful complex thing. It twisted and turned back against itself, moments surrounded by moments forming links and chains that bound certain things and people together. And he was oh so grateful it was a great big ball of stuff that could be molded to make a few things turn out just right.