Final chapter! (finally xD) I have decided to write a sequel as well so I'll start on that soon. I'm going to try to make it so you can read that one without having read this one, since they shouldn't be too heavily connected but that shouldn't really matter to those of you who have read this. (which I suppose is everyone who would be reading this authors note...) Anyway, onto the last chapter!

Oh, sorry, one last thing I should have mentioned long ago- I don't own Doctor Who nor have I throughout the whole course of this fic. None of the characters, places, ect. Are mine. All I own is a set of screwdrivers and couple of books.

The piercing cry was echoes throughout the park as more and more Reapers appeared before swooping down and taking their victims. Quickly, the Doctor got to his feet and grabbed Rose's hand and running towards the alley, ignoring her questions of what was going on.

"John! What are we running from?" she cried, pulling him to a stop once they reached the cover of the alley. He hesitated. They had already created one paradox-how much could he tell her without making it worse?

He took his hand from hers and began pacing up and down the alley, trying to formulate the best plan for the situation. The paradox was that Rose had really meant forever, which would make her choose this him over his Ninth self (which was really saying a lot-she had left Mickey for time and space travel, why not him?) but he wouldn't let her do that- he KNEW that would cause a paradox so why would he let her do it? You've let her before, a voice in his head reminded him. Well, yes, but I didn't know she was going to save him, he thought back. Really? A human has the opportunity to save her father and she just ignores it? Even you aren't dense enough to not realise what she was going to do.

Oh yes, he had gone swanning off, acting like it was a big surprise that she had gone after her father, but he had had a feeling she would. If he was honest with himself, the Doctor had known the moment she asked what she was going to do, but he still said yes because he could never deny her anything she wanted. In the end, which was coming much sooner than he would like at this rate, that would be the downfall of them both. But what if she didn't want to stay with him forever? He sighed, and turned back to Rose. He knew what he had to do.

"Rose...trust me?" the Doctor. She looked slightly surprised, but replied quickly.

"Always."

The Doctor reached forward and gently laid his fingertips on her temples, the sound of the Reapers getting louder. He hesitated for a second, before changing his plan a bit.

Rose gasped as a strange feeling filled her. It could only be described as another mind merging with her own.

Don't be scared Rose, I'm here with you, John's voice echoed around the darkness she had been plunged into when she shut her eyes. I'm going to have to do something that I don't think you'll like, but first, can I share something with you?

What? She thought back, her trust slipping for the first time in all of the confusion flowing around her.

Memories. It might hurt for a second, but you'll be fine, I promise, John said softly.

O-ok, she replied, curious about what- and how- he was going to show her. Suddenly pictures that she soon realised where John's memories flooded her vision and everything was happening at once, but somehow her mind sorted through it and managed to compose a rough timeline.

John- really the Doctor, an alien- meeting her in an old body. Her agreeing to go with him. Them traveling. Him regenerating. Them being separated. Them meeting again. The clone.

And for one moment, one glorious moment, they were the Doctor and Rose again, the Oncoming Storm and the Bad Wolf, the stuff of legends.

Rose wrenched herself away in shock, the memories vanishing to show John-the Doctor-her third Doctor-looking at her, a slightly scared, and utterly adorable, look on his face.

"I don't...understand," he grasped her smaller hands in his.

"I know," the Doctor said in a whisper. "I know it's hard and I'm sorry, Rose. I'm so, so sorry."

"W-what? Why?" he didn't respond. Instead, his hands released hers and returned to her temples as his lips met hers.

The Doctor caught Rose as she fell, the Reapers letting out one final cry before vanishing. He had done it. The timeline was fixed. He buried his nose in her hair, the smell of strawberries filling his nose-the same shampoo, for all that time-and he closed his eyes.

He had done it. He had completely removed the memories he had shown her of their time together and hidden the all the ones of them together since the day her mum had kicked him out deep inside her brain. Maybe, one day, his clone would find those memories and share them with her. That was all he could hope for.

After about a half kilometre walk through the ally ways, the Doctor arrived back at Powell Estate, Rose in his arms, still unconsious. Checking to make sure Jackie wasn't home he struggled to sonic the door before carrying Rose inside and to her bed. Gently smoothing down her frazzled hair, the Doctor crouched next to her bed.

"Oh, Rose. I wish I could say this was a mistake and I should have never come to visit you, but I can't. Because I don't believe it. Well, I suppose I did almost wipe all of the human race out, but I've done worse. Much, much worse.

"But I will never regret the time I got with you, these stolen hours. You may never remember, but that's ok. You'll be off making new, wonderful memories with the other me. You don't need me anymore, and perhaps it's time I stop needing you.

"But honestly, I don't know if I'll ever stop needing you. And I should have told you long ago- or perhaps just several years from now- how I felt. Rose Tyler... I love you," the Doctor finished in a whisper, bring his lips to meet hers one last time before rising to his feet and walking to the doorway. He looked back to see a small smile on her slumbering face.

"Have a good life, Rose. Do it for me," he whispered before quietly walking out her flat and back towards the TARDIS.

The door of the TARDIS opened with a long squeak, and the Doctor walked into the time machine, who was humming mournfully. She knew what was coming. He walked towards the centre consul and began pulling levers.

It was time for the Doctor to die.

So kind of short and it really should have just been put with the chapter before it, but it had been quite awhile since I had posted anything so I kinda just wanted I get that part out. Sorry, I just couldn't drag this out any farther. I'll probably be going through old chapters and fixing some of the spelling next. Anyway, as conclusive as that was, there will be a sequel up pretty soon so you might want to author alert me so you don't miss that. ;) Anyway, I'll be posting soon!

Til next time,

Silver