Hi. Just another small, sweet oneshot, with a bit of melancholy thrown in just to add some fun. Hope you like it. Please review

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. If I did, then I'd make this a reality. (goes of to grumble)

The Doctor looked at the wall. It stood there, as if daring him to smash through the barrier between the parallel universes to rescue Rose. He sighed, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't. For once in his life he wished that he'd be selfish, and break through those barriers to get Rose back. But that was where his Time Lord instincts kicked in and he knew that he couldn't. His head said he couldn't do anything that might endanger more lives, his hearts told him never to give up. If Rose never gave up, why should he?

He knew why. In his heart, he couldn't bear to watch her grow old and die. Better to leave her there, where she could have a proper life, with her family. It didn't matter that he loved her more than life itself, she was with her family, where she should be.

"Doctor?" came the voice he knew and loved. His hearts leapt at the same time, missing a beat. With an act of will, he forced himself to be realistic. Rose couldn't be here. She was with Jackie, and Pete and Mickey in the parallel world. But he turned around anyway. He was glad that he did.

There she stood, smiling, but with tears streaming down her face. His own face must have been a mixture of shock and sadness, with tears running down it. Then his hearts leapt again and he knew he wasn't dreaming. Or hallucinating. He liked that word. Hall-oo-u-cin-ating. He should use it more often. But right then, it didn't matter that Rose had almost been trapped in a parallel world. She was here and so was he and so was the TARDIS. It was how it always had to be.

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