Never Parting Ways

A stand-alone I'm willing to make into a series, should interest present itself.
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"What happened?" Rose asked, from her sprawl on the TARDIS floor.

"Don't you remember?" The Doctor said, flicking a switch and taking a moment to breathe. Taking the Time Vortex from Rose had stripped him bare, boiled his insides and triggered an elusive change within his DNA. Maybe a little longer. He could hold on, he had to. Rose deserved to know what was about to happen. Rose had to hear him say goodbye. Hoping that she did indeed not remember, the Doctor glanced back at her lovely blond hair, the caring brown eyes which had burned yellow to save him. Such a tiny human girl, he would never underestimate a human again.

"It was. . . I was in London, Mickey and Mum were helping me open the TARDIS. Then. . . " Groaning, and raising to a sit, Rose had one hand on the floor and the other stroking hair out of her eyes. Her lips felt odd, her mind stretched, her body twinged with the energies that had gone through, changing her, tasting her, making her complete as she saved her beloved Doctor. But. . . "There was music. A song, I heard a song."

"That's right, I sang a song and the Daleks ran away." The Doctor grinned, flicked another switch and curled his fingers into a fist. "No." Ancient blue eyes flickered to the sight of Rose touching her lips, her brow furrowed.

"No, that's not what happened." Shifting to her feet, Rose staggered into one of the TARDIS' support corals, and steadied herself with a hand, chest beginning to heave. "Everything was yellow. I could see it. I could see it all, everything, nothing was outside my . . . and I . . . I flew the TARDIS to find you. The TARDIS and I together. Joined, or. . . "

"Rose. . . " Damning his accursed twitching hand, the Doctor crossed the distance to her, a hand bracing her shoulder. "Stop. Don't do this."

"Do what?" Rose asked, fingers playing across her lips. Opening and closing his mouth, the Doctor let his other hand drift to her hair, pushing it away from her face to secure his hold, look her in the eye. "Nothing'll come of it. . . Rose, I have to tell you. . . " A flicker of pain crossed his face as he saw her peering at him, and then her eyes went wide. "Doctor! No!"

Flinching, the Doctor leaned closer to her, brow alighting on her forehead. "You saved me, but at a cost. No one should be able to hold the power of the Time Vortex. Not even me."

"You. . I saved you, I destroyed the Daleks, you kissed me! You kissed me, Doctor you can't leave me! Not now! No! You have to stay! I'm not gonna lose you! I'll look into the TARDIS, we'll find a way! Together, Docto--"

Pulling her to him, the Doctor held her as close as he could, stroking her hair and cringing at every hiccoughed cry she bellowed forth in her rough Cockney accent. "Shhh. Shhh, you're not going to lose me. This me, yes, but not. . . I'll still be here for you Rose. That's not going to change. Trust me. I have to."

"No." Rose whimpered, hands stroking his face, shoulder, holding herself together by keeping that one single physical attachment to him. Stuttering out a sob, Rose leaned upward. "I love you," she whispered, pulling a kiss from shocked, open lips. Grunting, the Doctor threw a hand out to catch hold of the TARDIS coral, yanking his arm down to encircle her waist, pull her needy lips closer to his own. The two starcrossers tasted and begged more out of each other, forgetting about such inadequacies as breath until gasping and rasping for it, they disconnected. A stroke of pain crossed the Doctor's face, he hadn't much time left. "Rose, this is very important, I have to tell you. . . no one's come back for me. No one. You've done the impossible and I'm honoured to have every one of the seconds with you. Every one. Even when I was mad at you for almost destroying the universe, I can forgive that just because it's you and you're. . . you're the universe. You're my universe. The only one I need. I want. . . I wish I could stay with you forever. Like this, but I can't. . . "

"No, wa-"

"Shh. Let me finish," he said, putting his fingers on her lips. Frantically, Rose kissed them, unwilling to let go of her attachment, unwilling to watch him be reborn. "I need you. Rose, the Doctor, and TARDIS. We're a set, and I know it's. . . it's. . . oh bugger."

Coughing out in another fit of pain, the Doctor's mind flashed with one suddenly brilliant idea. "You love me?"

"Yes! Yes I love you, you daft fool! I just said that didn't I?"

"Trust me. . . I think I . . . there may be a way. Trust me." Eyes flinging wide, Rose gripped him by the shoulders and stroked the back of his neck with a hand. "I trust you. Always. Tell me, what can I do?"

"I can't stop from changing, but I think I can. . . I can change you with me." Gasping, Rose nodded her head, cursing her own mortality, cursing the thought that one day her Doctor would have to watch her die. The Doctor's hand stroked her face, he bent down and kissed her tenderly at first, yet quickening with a steady pace of desire that took Rose by surprise. What was that old Human legend? The first man and woman made out of one flesh? The promise a God made to His creation, that man and woman would come together as one flesh? If he could change his body, and he could join with Rose, why couldn't he change her too? If not, well, it would be one heck of a last ride, if so? His new form would never be without her again. Grabbing his hand to her hip, the Doctor groaned his assent as she threw her hands under the shoulders of his leather jacket and yanked it past his arms. One swift fling and the jacket landed unceremoniously on the floor. Feeling his hand down to the zipper of her hoodie, the Doctor fumbled with the zipper and tugged it down, yanking hard to get the pink fabric off her skin and reveal her grey tank.

Sparks began to fly from the Doctor's fingers, yellow and warm, not the destructive forces which conquered the Dalek's. Gasping, Rose pulled her lips away and felt her hands to the edge of his jumper, yanking it up and over his head to reveal a chiselled physique. "Gosh you were hiding that under a jacket all this time? Bad form." She breathed, caught again by the Doctor's frantic lips chasing her neck as nine hundred year old fingers slipped under her tank, drifting up her stomach to feel her silken skin, and unclipped her bra. "I'll be sure to amend that oversight in the future, m'dear."

He mumbled from her skin, and with one swift pull, had both her tank and bra off her, onto the floor. Walking her into the curved back wall, the Doctor sniffed the air, and shoved her up against it, leaning down to take a tender breast in between his lips. Gasping, Rose shoved a hand through his hair, the other drifting down to his pants, yanking at the belt, letting it slip loose and digging her hand down his pants to feel his buttox. Reaching a leg up to his waist, Rose moaned louder as he grabbed under her thigh and lifted her off the ground, more firmly into the wall. Twining both her legs around his waist, Rose felt the bulge in his trousers, and muttered a curse to all fabric as he bit gently on her firm nipple. Letting out a throaty chuckle, the Doctor grinned as Rose used her hands and thighs to push the fabric of his pants down his legs. Kicking them off with his shoes and socks, the Doctor stood before her naked and glowing in his pre-transformative glory, erection pressing against her jeans. Letting her go, he slipped one hand to the TARDIS wall, caressing her hips up her side to her breast, taking her chin in his grasp and nudging it down, as if to say it was her choice, she could still back down.

Yanking her jeans off, Rose kicked her shoes across the TARDIS, and bent to her knees, naked, gasping, and took the tip of the Doctor's cock into her mouth, licking and tasting it. Salty, yet a foreign spice, with the yellow energy buzzing around him, she felt like she was sucking on a power source, ministrating an ancient god for his divine light. Groaning and coughing out a loud gasp, the Doctor stumbled, threw both his hands up on the wall to stabilize himself as Rose took his inches in her mouth down the shaft, and suckled, eyes looking up lovingly at him. "Ah. . Good girl. . . Good. . aahh!" Releasing a hand from the wall, the Doctor shoved it onto her hair, moving her head up and down his cock even as her hand reached behind him and felt up his thigh. "Rose! Oh Rose. . aahh!" He cried out, another spark of yellow energy coursing through his entire body and shaking his hands. There wasn't enough time, he had to remind himself if this worked, they would have all the time in the universe. Tugging her up, the Doctor shoved his lips upon her pouted mouth, licking his tongue inside, tasting her teeth, clashing with her tongue as he set her up against the wall, and rubbed their pelvises together. Rose cried out, hungry and stimulated, again wrapping her legs around his waist. "Please.. . please Doctor." She managed to sneak out, and cried out as he anchored his length at her cunt, felt his fingers along her clit, stroking for a second, two, three, feeling the wetness of her depths, using it to lubricate his cock, then pushed himself inside her tight body with a gasping groan. Rose's back arched, she moaned, throwing her head back as the Doctor pushed himself in and out of her, hands frantic to feel every inch of himself pulsing within her. Kissing her throat, the Doctor licked his tongue across it, up her jaw and nipped at an ear. Rose's hands frantically searched his chest, neck, raking down his back. "Ouch. . careful you! Don't kill me yet. Not done. . " Taking one of her hands in his, the Doctor shoved them against the wall, sliding their fingers along until they felt the support beam above them. Rose gripped it, moaning as her breasts heaved with each pump from the Doctor's hips. Reaching his hand around hers, the Doctor's forehead began to furrow with the stress of holding back his transformation. Slipping his other arm along her back, the Doctor began to lose himself inside her, feel their pace quicken, his hips buckle with more ferocity.

"Doctor! Doctor!" Rose cried, lips searching until they bit into his shoulder, sucking his skin, licking the red marks she left behind. "Shoulda known you'd be a. . aaaahhh!" Another wave of yellow energy coursed around him, and just as he predicted, began to shift, change, stroke out through him, into Rose. Batting her ear with his nose, the Doctor yanked another rough kiss from her lips, half out of desire, half out of necessity. If he could swath her with him. . . maybe. . . Rose buckled, her body felt like it was on fire, warm, every nerve ending crying out in ecstatic chorus from his thrusts and his energy. Her stomach began to tighten, as both she and him broke into an animalistic conjoint, pumping wildly together, coming closer, closer. . .

Closer. . . Close enough. The Doctor snarled through another feral kiss, a long groaning yell breaking past his throat, through his lips to which Rose mirrored. Gasping for breath, the Doctor clung to Rose, as she began to tighten, be sent over the edge with a scream of pure ecstasy. Finally, as she shook and climaxed around him, the Doctor gave himself to her completely, fully, and with one last scream, shuddered inside her, pulsing in ejaculation as the TARDIS suddenly caught fire around them.

No, the TARDIS hadn't caught fire. They had. Coupled in climax, the lovers were engorged in flame, twisting, rearranging, changing their bodies from the dual hearts of the Doctor, to stripping Rose's mortality. The Doctor's face was the last to change, yet when it did he gasped and sputtered, slipping them naked to the floor and gripped together, still pulsing inside her as she gasped, shuddered and clung to him. In the aftermath of the transformation, Rose felt four heartbeats thudding in her ears, curled as she was against the new Doctor's chest. Slipping his hands around her, the Tenth Doctor shushed and gasped, closing his eyes, licking his teeth - new teeth, how odd - and nuzzling his cheek into her hair.

Time immemorial passed, and the two wistfully connected lovers hadn't moved from their spot on the TARDIS deck, lying atop their own crumpled clothes. Gulping, and flickering his eyes open and shut, the Doctor felt his hands gingerly against Rose's skin. After far too long a time, he cleared his throat and eked out, "Rose? Rose, darling are you. . " Was she alright? Was she harmed? Her hearts were beating, he could hear th-- hearts?

"I got two. . . I got two hearts inside me. It feels like. . . like big weights in my chest." Rose whimpered, lungs sucking in more air to accommodate the new cardiac capacity. Grimacing in sympathy, the Doctor nuzzled his hand to her cheek, and pulled her face up to look at him. The new him. "Please tell me I'm not hideous." Whimpering, then breaking into a short gasping laugh, Rose beamed and caught his lips in their first kiss, odd after what they had just shared. "You're gorgeous!"

"Am I ginger? Always wanted ginger hair. Never had it, I. . " Rose shook her head with a bemused smile, licked her lips then closed her eyes with a groan, head swirling. "I feel awful." She whimpered, sniffling in the afterglow. Groaning sympathetically, the Doctor stroked her hair and started to sit them up. "You do? Won't do. No, you mustn't feel awful. Come on now, what we need is a long nap and a cup of tea."

"Stay with me. Don't lea-" Shushing her with a quick snapping kiss, the Tenth Doctor lifted her up off the ground in his arms, staggering a step - he used to be taller for shame - and walking her to his bedroom. "Nothing could be further from my mind, Rose Tyler."

Falling into bed, the two nuzzled into the covers, exhausted after accomplishing the impossible. He would never be alone again.