Once the Doctor and Rose are split between two dimensions, can their undying love ever reunite them ever again? This fanfic dives into how it should've ended with Rose Tyler and the Doctor. **New Update 11/3/21: I am going to be going through these old works I published way back, and revise and update it. Hope you all...
"If you don't like my new body...I'm sorry, but I'll always be the Doctor." He said honestly, and her gaze fluttered onto his. "And the Doctor will always love Rose Tyler." The Eleventh Doctor is faced with Rose, who at first struggles to accept him.
What if Rose never lost her grip? What if the lever never moved? What if The Doctor and Rose were never separated? This story is the what if of Doomsday. It's of my own fabrication however I do not own Doctor Who or any part of it. Just making a fanfic for it.