Back to the Beginning || Closed
The Doctor wasn't sure how it had happened. Well, he kind of was. He had theories.
Everything had all started so innocently. They'd ventured out, despite his better judgment (she was very pregnant, after all), because she'd threatened his life if they didn't get out of the TARDIS, and as much as the Doctor didn't think she'd kill him, he wasn't taking that chance either.
Something in the back of the Doctor's head had twinged the moment they'd landed, but he'd ignored it. Rose had been thrilled to be out and moving around, breathing fresh air. She'd needed this adventure.
He'd been stupid to ignore it.
He knew the moment it happened -- Rose was caught in a time warp. A rare occurrence, one in a billion chance of ever actually encountering one. But wasn't that just their lucks?
One minute Rose was there, the next she was gone, thrown back in time. The Doctor could feel her timeline disintegrating, could feel the memories of their last six months together threatening to slip away.
He clamped down on the memories, refusing to let them go. No. He would not lose her. He wouldn't lose Rose. He wouldn't lose Addison. He refused.
Except he basically already had. All that was left was memories.
Without a second thought the Doctor whirled, running back to the TARDIS. He'd find her. He had to. He had no idea how he'd find her, or who she would be, exactly, when he did -- it depended on how far back she'd been sent down her timeline.
Days and weeks, he searched. He honestly wasn't sure where Megan had found Rose originally, but Earth seemed like the best bet. London, to be exact. But London was big, and finding one person was harder than it should have been.
But she was here. He knew she was.
And she was going to find him.