Okay but for real though. I'm not one to beg for reviews, but a few "This is good" or "This is bad" OR EVEN FLAMES would be nice cuz right now it's like silence. So just, let me know if I'm doing okay things or not so okay things? This is the last chapter of this arc, though.

"River," the Doctor was saying. "No one can help me—a fixed point has been altered. Time is disintegrating."

"I can't let you die," she protested.

"I have to die," he spat.

"Shut up!" River yelled. "I can't let you die…without knowing you are loved by so many and so much. And by no one more than me."

"River—you and I, we know what this means," the Doctor pleaded. "We are ground zero of an explosion that would engulf all of reality. Billions on billions will suffer and die."

"I'll suffer if I have to kill you."

"More than every living thing in the universe?" he snapped.

River stared at him for a moment. "Yes," she finally whispered.

"River, River, why do you have to be this?" he growled, pacing. "Melody Pond—" he rounded on Amy and Rory, who were looking on in mixed confusion and a bit of fear, "—your daughter. I hope you're both proud."

'Can you hear me?'

Yes, the Doctor thought to the presence in his head. How is the universe on your end?

'I'm dying and it seems all of reality is falling apart.'

I have to fix this; he shook his head slowly, staring at the ground in front of him. I have to end this now.

"Amy, uncuff me. Now."

'How are you going to do that?'

You know me—I'll do something clever and brilliant and stupid, he thought.

Amy quickly released the bindings on his hands hesitantly.

'You're scaring them,' the other Doctor pressed. 'If you're out of your usual state, they won't trust you.'

The Doctor let out a breath and then spun around. "Okay, I need a strip of cloth about a foot long—anything'll do." His eyes darted between the other three.

'Your bowtie.'

"Nevermind," he said aloud, beginning to remove the tie. "River, take one end of this. Wrap it around your hand and hold it out to me."

'You're not….'

"What am I doing?" she asked.

"As your told. Now, we'll have to do the quick version," he muttered. "Captain Williams, say 'I consent and gladly give.'"

"I…consent and gladly give," he said, unsure and confused.

'You are…'

We both knew this was going to happen.

'For a long time now, I suppose.'

"Now you," the Doctor told Amy. "Mother of the bride."

"I consent and gladly give," Amy said in a rush.

Satisfied, he turned back to River. "I'm about to whisper something in your ear—I need you to remember it and tell no one what I said." He leaned in, careful not to make physical contact, and whispered into her ear. He watched her face carefully. "I just told you my name. There you go, River Song. Melody Pond. You're the woman who married me. And wife, I have a request."

"Anything," she breathed.

"This world is dying and it's my fault. And I can't bear it another day."

'You can't bear it…'

"Please," he whispered. "Help me. There isn't another way."

"Then you may kiss the bride."

"I'll make it a good one."

"You'd better."

'Oh for—"

The Doctor jerked away, but immediately recoiled when his head caught the edge of something hard. Hand to the back of his head, he sat up slower and took in his surroundings. "Living room…" he looked down at the furniture in front of him. "Damn coffee table."

His mind was a pure haze. He could hardly think straight, let alone remember how he had passed out on the floor in the middle of their living room. Their flat—Rose. His mind began to recall the previous events painfully, humanly slow. They'd been at Torchwood—time had stopped.

11:34 was what the box beneath the TV was blinking at him. Time had stopped at, what? Five-something before? Who knew how long he'd been out?

"Where is Rose?" he muttered, hoisting himself to his feet. A bout of dizziness took over for a second. "Rose?"

The flat was eerily silent. He checked their bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen—she was nowhere. He found his phone in his pocket and walks to the kitchen window while pressing the speed dial for Rose. There were only zeppelins in the sky. Nothing else.

"The number you are trying to reach is out of range—"

"Dammit, Rose," he muttered to himself, dialing Pete as he began to pace. Right to voicemail. "Come on!" He let out a quick breath and dialed her mother.

"Hello?"

"Jackie, it's me, have you seen Rose?" the Doctor asked in a rush. "She was with me before, and I just woke up on the floor of the living room. Her phone is out of range and Pete's is off."

"I haven't seen either. Last I saw of Pete was when he left for work this morning," she explained.

"Did you wake up anywhere odd this morning?"

"Yeah—on the couch. Had the strangest dream last night. Weird stuff in the sky and on the telly," Jackie pondered lightly.

"Jackie, that wasn't a dream," he explained, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off the oncoming headache. "There was a—an error in reality. It corrected itself—but I need to find Rose."

"Have you checked at Torchwood?"

"Bout to, thanks," he muttered before ending the call and racing out the door.

He came up with no answers on the run to Torchwood tower, but he stormed into the building and headed for the double doors leading back to the offices. He pulled on the door handle and was surprised when it didn't give like it usually did.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" the receptionist called over.

The Doctor stared at her, unable to place a name to the face. Must be new. "I'm the Doctor. A very close friend works here I need to get in—it's an emergency."

"I'm sorry, I'm not authorized—"

"Rose Tyler—look her up, she's an employee—" The Doctor was at the desk now, practically leaning over it. He saw her hand twitch and press a button on the desk phone.

"Sir, I need you to leave unless you have an appointment," she said firmly.

"You're probably new here, so I'm trying very, very hard not to lose my temper," he said slowly, vaguely aware of the footsteps of security approaching him from behind. "Pete Tyler—Rose Tyler's father. Call—"

"Sir, I'm gonna ask you to leave voluntarily before we have you removed," one burley officer said, pulling him away from the frightened secretary.

"Is today training day for the new staff or something?" the Doctor groaned, noting that he'd never seen either of these guards either. "I'm here all the time. Usually with Pete or Rose Tyler."

"Stop, he's fine," a breathless voice called, "he's with me."

"Mr. Tyler," the security guards nodded respectfully, letting the Doctor go.

"I am so sorry," Pete apologized when the guards were out of earshot. "Today has been…weird."

"You don't even know the half of it," the Doctor muttered. "Have you seen—"

"Rose—she's here," Pete breathed, leading him down the halls towards her office. "I was waiting for you to show. Her phone is lost, mine is dead, and the landline isn't working—we didn't have power until about two hours ago."

"Is she okay?"

Pete didn't answer, only turned a corner and slowly opened Rose's office door. He flattened himself against the door so that the Doctor could walk in. She was sitting at a small round conference table in the back corner, eyes and cheeks red and wet.

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed as soon as she saw him and he felt his heart break. Pete shut the door quietly as the Doctor dragged his chair so that he was sitting directly in front of Rose. "I'm sorry…" She was hyperventilating, her breaths short and rapid.

He leaned forward and took her hand. "Okay, you've gotta calm down. Breathe." She tried to take a deep breath. And then again. It was evening out. "I remember going back to the flat and passing out on the floor—I woke up on the carpet."

Rose took a breath and shut her eyes. "I woke up next to you," she said. "I tried to wake you up, but I couldn't. You were, like, comatose. Heart rate was slow, breathing was even." She took another breath and the tears started up again. "But then I noticed I…I wasn't—" The Doctor squeezed her hand and scooted to the edge of the chair to get closer to her. "—I ran to Torchwood." She looked down at herself and the sobs intensified.

The Doctor looked her over and when realization hit, he pulled her out of her chair and into his arms in a crushing hug. She buried her face in his shoulder, letting out loud, nearly screaming cries. "It's ok," he chanted. "It's ok—you lost the babies. We knew this was a possibility and with everything that's been going on lately it's not that big of a surprise—"

Rose pushed him away and jumped off his lap. She took a few breaths to calm herself and then brought him her desk calendar. "I didn't lose the babies," she said evenly. "I never had them. It's mid-February. Whatever happened with reality—it's set us back two months. I was never pregnant." She dropped back down into her chair while the Doctor looked over the calendar, shocked. "Dr. Amell said that even if we got pregnant again, there's no guarantee it'd be the same pregnancy."

"Rose," he whispered, taking her hand.

"She doesn't even remember testing me or—" Rose bit her lip and then looked up at him. "They saved you—brought you back from the other universe but I couldn't save them."

The Doctor gathered her into his arms again, his pink and yellow human. "I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair. "I know how you feel. I know I can't make it better, but you're a strong, amazing, brilliant woman and you've saved my life so many times. I know we can move on from this." She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

"Thank you." She pecked him on the cheek a bit half-heartedly.

He gave her a smile. "When you're ready for kids we can try again."

"Agreed," she sighed. Rose pulled back and cupped his cheek, giving him a look over. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much," he replied, doing a mental check of himself. "Not dying anymore."

"Can you get checked on—please?"

"If it'll make you feel better."

They sat there in silence for a few minutes. "Where does this leave the other Doctor?"

The Doctor inwardly smiled that he was no longer the "other" Doctor. "Wellll, technically he got married to River Song and all his friends think he's dead."

Rose pressed her lips together and raised an eyebrow. "Think this means things will settle down?"

"I honestly don't know," he sighed. "For now, though, yes. I think things will be quiet for a bit. Give us some time to think."