Hello again my dearest Whovians! I bare forth the Doctor's duplicate and chapter four!

I've been sick most of this week :( But it gave me a lot of time to write this chapter and even start next weeks chapter!

AANNNNDDDD, I STARTED THE SHOW SUPERNATURL WHILEI WAS SICK. I FINISHED THE EPISODE 'LAZARUS RISING' AND CASTIEL IS JUST-I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE JUST HOW HOT HE IS.

We also get an insight into how Rose is doing current in Pete's Universe.

Thank you all for all the lovely reviews, plus the favorites and likes! HAVE I MENTION HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU GUYS? YOU ALL ARE THE BEST SUPPORT A FANFICTION AUTHOR COULD WANT. I WOULD GIVE YOU ALL A VIRTUAL HUG IF I COULD.

HAPPY EARLY LABOR DAY AS WELL!

Two years it had been since Rose had lost her husband. Two long, desolate years that went by slow enough that you could almost see time itself fly by.

Time always made Rose think of the Doctor. Though the thought of him brought a smile to her lips, it brought pain to her eyes.

Though she missed her husband, she missed the Doctor more.

After the events of facing the Daleks and the odd occurrence of one of the Doctor's other companions accidentally forging a duplicate of the great Timelord himself, Rose and the clone married soon after.

The duplicate didn't want to be referred to as 'The Doctor' because he wasn't the Doctor- not truly. He picked his own name and came to the conclusion of naming himself David Tennat.

Rose only bore the name of Tennat for one year. For one year she had her loving Doct- David and that was it. She deemed the universe cruel the very day David died, but she could have named the universe cruel on many other days as well.

During that one precious year that Rose and David were married, they were often pressured into having a child by Jackie, Rose's mother. But Rose could never do such with David. Not because she couldn't conceive, but because she couldn't bring herself to do the necessities with her husband. It didn't feel right. It never did.

Rose hated to even think such a thing, but it just wasn't the same as it was like loving the Doctor. Rose often scolded herself for thinking such thoughts.

She told herself that she loved David. But she didn't. She loved the Doctor and the Doctor only, and always would.

Rose went over these thoughts, no matter how painful they became, on the anniversary of David's death. She could still clearly picture David in his coffin, wearing the blue pin-stripped suit that he first wore when he entered Pete's universe. She just never understood why he had to die in such a painful way. David had a stroke, which made him very sick, and then came another stroke, subduing him for good. Rose remembered crying all that day, but she could never tell if it was from relief or sorrow.

She wondered where the Doctor was now.

Probably on some planet we explored with a new companion to batt her eyelashes at him, Rose thought bitterly. She never liked the idea of him having other companions. After all, her reaction to Sarah Jane Smith wasn't very friendly.

I wonder if he's regenerated, Rose thought to herself. Tears welled up in her eyes. If he had regenerated, her Doctor-her Doctor was gone. He was gone forever with no way of getting him back.

Even if Rose had seen the Doctor regenerate before, and some how survived even the idea of it, she remembered the pain of losing the first image of him almost unbearable. Even now, eight years after the Doctor grabbed Rose's hand in that shop and whispered run, she still yearned to see that Doctor's face. He was the first Doctor she fell for.

Rose rolled over in her bed, burying her face in the pillows, trying to block out all the pain.

She hated it, how such wonderful memories with the Doctor could cause such an aching throb in her heart. Rose could see the Doctor, flying beside her in the TARDIS. So happy to be with each other. Poor Rose Tyler had thought she was going to be with the Doctor forever. She thought even the worst threats in the universe couldn't reach her because she knew the Doctor was there to protect her.

But in the end, he wasn't there. Rose hated to see it that way, but he wasn't. He couldn't save her. If it wasn't for Pete and his miraculous timing, Rose would be floating around in nothing, along with a few million Daleks and Cybermen.

Rose muffled her crying in her pillow. This universe is cruel, Rose told herself. And so is the Doctor's.

Well, I hoped you guys liked that chapter!

SEE YOU GUYS NEXT WEEK!

**PS to artsycherry: Thank you so much for clarifying that! Lets just say Jack is associated with Torchwood 1? ;D**