AN: I've been thinking about this idea for a while now, and read a story a few months ago with this premise, but that story, well written as it was, stuck rigidly to the original stories and didn't really do much but change the word "Doctor" to "Rose". I wanted to try the same thing, but make more substantial changes.

I plan to feature the episodes from the show, but differently. Different approaches to the problems, with different characters (because Martha and Donna and the rest of the gang will all be there, but I've also planned for a couple of original companions). There might be some original adventures too!

So, please don't let me ramble further, and enjoy reading. All feedback is welcome, though I ask you please keep it polite. Peace.

It wasn't often that Rose ever felt sick with nerves nowadays. A couple of years at the Doctor's side had immunised her to those familiar dread-induced feelings in her stomach, but she didn't think she could be blamed for her roiling stomach as she attached her magna-clamp to the wall directly opposite his and activated it. Outside, the sounds of Daleks and Cybermen fighting each other and attacking the inhabitants of Earth rang out. She closed her eyes, tried to push away the truth of the implications of what was happening - separated from her mum forever, never see her again, fall into the void -

"The breach is open! Into the Void!" the Doctor crowed victoriously. "Ha!"

And so it began, and the sickness gripping Rose's body took fourth, or maybe fifth place in her list of priorities as to not fall into the void became her number one, two and three. She clung to the clamp with all her might and squeezed her eyes shut against the scream of the void, the Daleks and Cybermen alike. Then, a sparking noise that was certainly out of place. Her eyes shot open, panic racking up higher as she whipped her head around to the lever right by her side - but it was still in position. The relief of seeing this was momentary, and passed in less than a second, because that's when she glanced over to the Doctor...

Who was no longer holding on to his own clamp, because it was his lever that had short circuited. The pull of the void was weakening and the blurs rushing past her vision began to form into proper, solid beings - Daleks and Cybermen - and the room was about to be full of the things. Which was why the Doctor was reaching for his lever, to put it back online - only he couldn't quite make it, and ended up releasing the clamp completely in favour of it.

"Be careful!" she screamed, and she had no idea whether her voice reached him over the cacophony, but his eyes locked onto hers for a good two seconds, and his grip on the lever was remaining solid, because wiry he may have looked, but the Doctor was no weed, and she thought then, for a handful moments that lasted forever, that everything would be okay.

The lever was locked back into place, and the suction increased again, but it didn't matter because the Doctor would maintain his grip. They would still get the job done and soon they would be heading back to the TARDIS -

Then his grip slackened, and Rose screamed again, and her horror continued and grew and multiplied as his fingers slid from the handle of the lever and he was holding onto nothing. And so he fell, and it was Rose's first instinct to let go of her magna-clamp, to reach him, but she could do nothing but scream again, this time the expulsion coming out as, "DOCTOR!"

As he fell (and it was here that Rose realised forever lasted a lot longer when it meant the one she loved was being ripped away from her) his gaze locked onto hers again, wide and just as horrified as she felt, because he was shooting straight for the void -

Then, in a speed up of time that almost gave her whiplash, Pete Tyler was there, catching him, and both were gone in a flash. Gone. Gone. It was a tremendous thing that she held onto her magna-clamp until the clearout was done, because Rose Tyler had just gone numb inside and out. When the suction died off and the void sealed, she landed on the floor with a dull thud (which didn't register with her, and a week later she would be confused as to how the bruising on her thigh came to be), and for a good few minutes she sat crumpled on the floor, staring at the blank white wall in front of her.

She turned, in a daze, to look to the other side of the room, where the Doctor's clamp was still stuck to the wall, and seeing it there with no Time Lord attached made it all slam into her, and yes, right then her body gave in to the sickness she had been feeling since the moment her mother had gone to Pete's World and she had stayed in her own.

Thanks to the lack of food she had eaten in the last few hours it was mostly stomach acid and the smell of it alone made her want to be sick all over again, but instead she stumbled away and to her feet, and she nearly fell back to the floor a couple of times in her bid to make it to the wall the Doctor had almost gone sailing through before her not-quite-dad had appeared from nowhere and saved him -

With a single massive sob, what had just happened hit Rose full force and she collapsed against the wall, banging her hands against it futilely and almost howling out the words, "Bring him back! Bring him back to me!"

In another minute all the fight left her and she slumped against the wall again, drawing in desperate breaths and digging her nails against the plaster as if she could claw through to him. The Doctor. Her Doctor, who had just been taken away forever.

"The breach itself is soaked in Void stuff. In the end it'll close itself," he had said. "And that's it. Kaput."

Kaput.

The shock came next, seeping into her bones and fuzzing up her thoughts, to the point she almost forgot who she was, where she was, why she was in shock at all.

The word, "Doctor," escaped her lips in another sob, and she somehow resisted the urge to curl in on herself and instead forced herself back several paces until she was staring up at the blank wall. Sickness rose up again but she forced it down - and from then on, Rose was almost in autopilot.

Back through hallways and corridors and not giving a second glance at the bodies of fallen Torchwood employees - that was, the ones she noticed at all - she went back to the place she remembered the TARDIS was being held, and stumbled inside. If the Doctor managed to come back, if he figured something out, the TARDIS was where he would go. Thusly, that was where she would go, and wait for him.

The time-spaceship hummed mournfully as she sloped inside, the lights inside seeming dimmer. She closed the door behind her gently and realised she had started shaking, which only made her shake harder, and the TARDIS hummed again. It reminded her of the ship how she had first known it, and realised for the first time that in the time they had traveled together, the console room had become brighter.

"I'm -" She broke off with another sob and clamped a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry," she managed to choke out to the sentient ship, who had just lost her pilot.

To the Time Lord, trapped in a universe not his own.

To Jackie Tyler, who would never see her daughter again.

Then, finally, to the universe at large, because whether it realised or not, it had just lost its' greatest defender.