Alright guys, heya!
I hope you know that I am a HUGE Doctor Who fan, but I was not impressed the way Russell T Davies left Rose and a Human Doctor to live their lives on a Alternate universe. I thought it was too much of a quick fix. So this is what happens afterwards.
BTW, I had to stop calling the Doctor Mark 2.0 "The Human Doctor" You have no idea how long and boring it sounds after a while. So bear with me, The Human Doctor in this reality is just referred to as "The Doctor" or by his passing name "John Smith"
I do not own anything by Russell T Davies or Stephen Moffat etc.
Love Sirona x
Rose stepped out of the TARDIS, her face full with fresh excitement. "Hold on, this is the parallel universe right?"
"You're back home." The Doctor said solemnly.
"And the walls of the world are closing again, now that the reality bomb never happened. It's dimensional retro-closure. See, I really get that stuff now." Donna smiled over at the Doctor, who didn't smile back.
"No but, I've spent all that time trying to find you, I'm not going back now." Rose said earnestly, tears building
The Doctor stared at her."But you've got to, because we saved the universe, but at a cost, and the cost is him. He destroyed the Daleks, he committed genocide, he's too dangerous to be left on his own."
"You made me." The Human Doctor snapped, his eyes flaring at his creator.
"Exactly," The real Doctor sighed. "You were born in battle, full of blood and anger and revenge. Remind you of someone?" He looked solemn again "That's me when we first met, and you made me better. Now you can do the same for him.
Rose looked between the two Doctors. "But he's not you."
"He needs you, that's very me." The Doctor smiled at her. She looked up to his beautiful face shaking her head.
"But it's better than that though. Don't you see what he's trying to give you? Tell her, go on." Donna nudged the human Doctor on.
The Human Doctor looked uncomfortable. "Well…I look like him, I think like him, same memory, same thoughts, same everything; except I've only got one heart." He said quietly.
"Which means?" Rose asked
"I'm part human. Specifically the ageing part, I'll grow old and never regenerate. I've only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you want." He looked rather hopeful.
"You'll grow old at the same time as me?" She asked curious.
"Together." The Human Doctor nodded
"We've got to go. This reality is sealing itself off, forever." The real Doctor said.
" But, it's still not right, 'cause the Doctor is still you." Rose complained.
"And I'm him." The Doctor replied
"Alright, both of you, answer me this. When I last stood on this beach, on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing you said to me? Go on, say it." She stood between the two Doctors looking at them curiously.
"I said "Rose Tyler"." The Real Doctor said, tucking his hands into his pockets. He couldn't finish the rest but it was clear he wanted to.
She looked confused. "Yeah? ...And how was that sentence gonna end?"
The Doctor sighed. "Does it need saying?"
"New Doctor," He winced at the term as Rose turned to him. "What was the end of that sentence?"
He leaned down and tucked her hair behind her ear. Electricity shot through her as he touched her. He smiled softly at her and whispered the words that she had so longing to hear utter from his lips. He moved away, still staring at her. She blinked up at him. Her fingers found his suit jacket as she looked deep into his eyes; his soul. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, one that they both embraced. The real Doctor looked on, his face still somber. He nodded at Donna and they got into the TARDIS. The faint drone of engines began and Rose broke her embrace with the Human Doctor. She ran to where the TARDIS once stood.
"No!" She cried.
The Human Doctor stared after her. With a heavy heart he took her hand. She looked over at him, clasping his hand in return. They silently stared out to the place where the magnificent man and his wondrous machine once stood.
6 months on
The Doctor woke up with a shock. He rolled over beadily. The other side of the bed was empty. He stretched out looking for Rose. She wasn't in bed again. He sighed. She was star gazing again. Waiting for her Doctor.
At this he began quite angry.
Was he not good enough for her?
His fist slammed hard on the mattress and he sat up. It was almost dawn, he could feel it in his fingers and toes. Throwing off the duvet he let his feet sit on the rug. Careful not to make a noise he made his way through to the kitchen pulling on his dressing gown, but not bothering to tie it together.
There she was. Lying on the red sofa beside the open window, the telescope pointing out to the stars. He sighed watching her breathe heavily. She had been crying again. Silently, he closed the window and switched the lamp-light off. He placed his hands under her knees and pulled her up into a cradle in his arms.
She looked up at him blinking as the sleep assaulted her. "Hey…" She whispered.
He looked down at her. "Hey."
She curled up into his chest closing her eyes. "I knew you'd come back for me…"
This stung the Doctor. He bit his lip trying to keep the anger at bay. She was asleep again. Slowly, he carried her through back to the bedroom, laying her between the sheets. His hand found her cheek. Her hand rose up and touched his, still sleeping. She smiled sweetly and he felt such a twinge. A mailgram of love, hate, electricity…
His hand lingered there. He sighed and straightened up.