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Enough. Carbon copies; everyone of them born and shall die a stupid ape. Even her. He might've had hope. She showed promise. Intelligence at least.

The Doctor threw open the TARDIS doors. In a few long strides he leaned heavily against the console. Hand hovering over the parking brake.

It'd do them both good if he just left. So he did. Tossed a few levers and punched right into the Vortex.

Then the Doctor fell heavily into the captains chair.

It upset him more than she knew. He told her about his planet, how he couldn't save it. She gave him her sympathy, and he thought she understood, until she threw those words back in his face by saving her own father's life.

Pete Alan Tyler, The Doctor could feel the universe rejecting his unstable timeline. Pushing and crashing as it shoved itself into a future that should not be. Mainly due to Rose. The universe would only accept one or the other, like a carefully packed box, it was impossible to hold both. He tasted raw time battling in the air while they both stood in existence. Rose's timeline clashing against her fathers. Couldn't be both no matter what angle he watched from the laws of time refused to mend around it.

Now he had to fix it. A muscled in his jaw worked at the thought, dull nails digging into his palms trying so hard to break skin. The Doctor wanted Rose to beg him for help. Licking war wounds only helped so much to cool the betrayal building within him. He wanted to see her scramble to fix time, but he knew she would never see through his eyes. Could never feel how wrong this was. She's just a kid.

At that thought it was as though someone threw a bucket of cold water over his head. He left a child to deal with the ramifications, Shadow Proclamation aside, she's probably blissfully unaware of how dangerous this had become.

Oh, he knew he would have to go back eventually for her. But he had to get away for a moment of solace at least, because to fix this himself he would have to... and to her own father. Rose's father. She just had to save her father. Not that Pete didn't already die once, but now the blood would stain his hands. The Doctor slouched into himself, and stared unseeing at the Time Rotor.

When all's said and done he'd have to take Rose home. Not only did she muck up time, but after what he's about to do she'd never want to see him again. He cringed to think of those eyes, ever so curious and full of wonder, turned cold at the sight of his face. How easily she would smile, and now she would snarl. She'd blame him, as she should. He allowed this to happen, and the result is his to bare and his alone.

Slowly the Doctor worked the controls. Landed smoothly mere seconds after he left. London, Earth, November 1987. Each step to the door felt heavier than the last. The Doctor hated himself more the closer he got. Everything; all his fault. He knew the potential disaster of crossing ones own timeline. Knew the consequence of altering it. Still he trusted her to act mature without the knowledge he himself had and took for granted. He should have known better, but she made him weak.

Never again.

My first published whofic, whoop! Yeaaahh, this is sounding more confident than I feel, but it's mine. Minemineminemine. I always think it's cute when the author Resile tag's stories with "I made a thing", and then I read the thing, and I'm like; you dirty thing. But I mean that in the kindest way possible. Really.