A/N: Ok, a few notes about this story. It's alternate Doomsday, which basically means Rose doesn't end up in the parallel world. It will follow bits of season 3 (including Donna and Martha), but some things will change. Like, Martha won't come with them on any journeys. She'll just be at the hospital bit. The reason it's going to follow season 3 a little is because the way I see it, those events would have happened even if Rose was there, because they weren't caused by Martha, mostly. This story will also have slow updates at first because I want to make sure it doesn't follow episodes line for line, and I haven't finished watching season 3 as of yet, and I refuse to watch it out of order.

"Rose! Hold on!" I can hear his anguished cry dimly above the turmoil going on all around me. I clench my eyes shut and concentrate on keeping a grip on the lever. My strength is failing, and I know it. One hand slips off the lever, and I cry out. The Doctor calls out to me again. I think he's hoping that his words will somehow anchor me in place.

I readjust my grip on the lever, praying for the Void to close so that I can let go. I turn to look in his general direction, and I see that he's frightened too. His fear scares me more than the other worldly pull on my body, and I look down. The lever is now slippery with my sweat. I'm holding on with only my fingertips now. There are only two ways this can end: either the Void closes, or I lose my grip and fall into nothingness. Hell, the Doctor had called it.

My grip fails, and I'm falling. He's screaming for me, and I'm screaming too, still reaching in vain towards that lever, just like he's reaching in vain, trying to grasp my hand.

As I near the Void opening, the pull on my body gets stronger, and I'm falling faster. I get whipped around, and I'm able to see what I'm heading for. I can see my fate. Then, I fly into something hard, and I crumple to the ground. The Void has closed.

I lay there in complete shock, gasping for air. I can hear his feet running toward me, and he falls to his knees beside me.

"Are you alright?" He asks me, his own tone breathless.

All I can do is nod. I sit up and feel tear tracks on my face. Whether the tears came from the wind or fear or both, I don't know. The one thing I'm certain of is that I look a mess.

I turn to him. He's watching me anxiously, waiting for some sign other than a nod to tell him that I'm truly alright. "Do I look alright?" I ask him.

The Doctor smiles at me and laughs a little. "Rose Tyler," He says, his tone so happy, "priorities."

"Yeah, well, that's me," I respond with a tiny smile of my own as I run my hand through my hair, "priorities."

The Doctor catches me off guard when he crushes me to his chest in a hug. I wrap my arms around him and look over his shoulder at the hateful white walls of Torchwood.

"I thought I'd lost you," The Doctor says in my ear, his voice hushed, as though the very idea was forbidden.

I give a slight smile as I recall the moment not so long ago when the Doctor and I had been to the 2012 olympics, and I had though he was gone forever, trapped in a child's drawing.

So I say the only thing that comes to mind. "Not me, never."

He squeezes me extra hard before releasing me. I see that his jacket has collected some fuzzies from my blue angora sweater, so, while he studies my face, I pluck the pieces of fabric from his suit and tie and toss them to the side.

It feels like we've sat here forever, although it can't have been more than a few minutes. I look at the Doctor, who's still looking at me, as though trying to remember my every detail. "So, what now?" I ask him.

The question zaps him back to reality. "Back in the Tardis," He shrugs. "Same old life."

I grin. "What are we waiting for?"

The Doctor returns my smile and helps me to my feet. I sway at first; I can feel a monster of a headache coming on, side effect of slamming face first into the wall. The Doctor supports me as we make our way toward the lift.

"Where is the Tardis, anyway?" He asks.

"Oh, um," I forgot until now that Torchwood had moved the Tardis, "this sort of garage type place. It's not too far from the sphere room."

The Doctor seems to know the place I'm talking about because he doesn't ask me for more details. Instead, he makes his way to the lift and helps me inside. I lean against the back wall. The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver on the controls.

"Can't you just push the buttons like a normal person?" I ask.

"Never," The Doctor replies, looking scandalized at the very thought. He stands beside me as the lift moves downwards.

We reach the basement level, and we make our way towards the Tardis. We enter and I take a seat on one of the chairs, holding my head, which feels like it's about to explode.

The Doctor begins fiddling with the controls, and I ask him through my hands, my speech slightly slurred from the pain, "Where are we going?"

"Into the Time Vortex," The Doctor answers, like it's obvious.

"Right," I say, swiveling in my chair to face the Tardis monitor. The elusive Tardis camera (elusive because I've often searched for it, without success) is focused on some area within the garage. The Torchwood army is scattered all about; they're all dead. "Oh my God," I whisper, horrified. "The Daleks did that?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.

The Doctor looks at me and then at the monitor. I can see my feelings reflected in his eyes: pure hatred of the Dalek race. The Doctor switches off the monitor and starts the Tardis without another word.

This day has been an absolute whirlwind of emotions. It started off so wonderful, holding the Doctor's hand as I half-skipped to my mother's flat. Then it went wrong. Ghosts that were really Cybermen, a Void Ship full of Daleks, the Doctor sending me to a parallel world with the intention of keeping me there, and a close encounter with death.

As the Tardis takes off through the Time Vortex, I shut my eyes, trying to drown out the pounding on my head, and I'm almost able to forget the beyond horrible day today has been.

A/N: Ok, so, one more note. I'm looking for a person who would be willing to beta-read this story, so if you're interested, let me know in a review. Thanks.