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He did it. Exactly what he said he'd do. Defeated two armies; saved two worlds.
But at what cost?
He thought he was prepared to lose her. At least, he had been when he'd looped that device around her neck and sent her off.
But she'd come back. She'd made her choice, she told him. I'm never gonna leave you. And he'd let hope flutter.
And then he lost her anyway.
"Hold on!" he'd screamed. But she couldn't. The pull of the Void was too strong, and the Doctor had been sure he'd see her pulled through, marooned forever between the folds of the multiverse.
How Pete knew, he'd never know. But he'd been there, just at the right moment, to save Rose when the Doctor couldn't.
She was with her family now. Safe and whole and alive. That should count for something.
He walked numbly back to the TARDIS. A few Cybermen bodies still lay about. The ones who had been converted here on Earth, who hadn't been through the Void. Oddly enough, he found one that looked, from the way it had fallen, to have been fighting against other Cybermen when it was killed.
The warehouse was the very definition of carnage. There were corpses everywhere. Some stacked as high as four as they'd been pulled back out of the line of fire. Perhaps the only consolation was the lack of blood. The energy weapons of the Cybermen and Daleks cauterized their own wounds. The stench of burned flesh, on the other hand, fairly soaked the place.
Her jacket was still hanging on the coat rack. The Doctor pulled it down and held it against his face for a long moment before draping it over one of the rails.
"Hold on!" was a lousy way to say goodbye, he decided.
But at what cost?
He thought he was prepared to lose her. At least, he had been when he'd looped that device around her neck and sent her off.
But she'd come back. She'd made her choice, she told him. I'm never gonna leave you. And he'd let hope flutter.
And then he lost her anyway.
"Hold on!" he'd screamed. But she couldn't. The pull of the Void was too strong, and the Doctor had been sure he'd see her pulled through, marooned forever between the folds of the multiverse.
How Pete knew, he'd never know. But he'd been there, just at the right moment, to save Rose when the Doctor couldn't.
She was with her family now. Safe and whole and alive. That should count for something.
He walked numbly back to the TARDIS. A few Cybermen bodies still lay about. The ones who had been converted here on Earth, who hadn't been through the Void. Oddly enough, he found one that looked, from the way it had fallen, to have been fighting against other Cybermen when it was killed.
The warehouse was the very definition of carnage. There were corpses everywhere. Some stacked as high as four as they'd been pulled back out of the line of fire. Perhaps the only consolation was the lack of blood. The energy weapons of the Cybermen and Daleks cauterized their own wounds. The stench of burned flesh, on the other hand, fairly soaked the place.
Her jacket was still hanging on the coat rack. The Doctor pulled it down and held it against his face for a long moment before draping it over one of the rails.
"Hold on!" was a lousy way to say goodbye, he decided.