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A/N: was 7015 words, is now 10851! :) Gah, sorry this took so long to publish... I cut my finger pretty badly and it is just now healed to where I can type properly and it doesn't hurt like a bitch. Also, well... I may or may not have gotten a bit obsessed with the show Good Omens... but! In my defense... David Tennant as a ginger demon with the SLUTTIEST of all saunters and Michael Sheen as an adorable, soft angel? Fucking yes, please! Seriously, if you haven't seen it, you NEED to (if you don't have Amazon Prime... like me... I can give you the link for the website I used to watch all six episodes for free if you need it, it's really good quality, but beware of popups, it takes a few clicks to get it up and going) it's absolutely BRILLIANT! Anywho! I haven't got anything in my life planned for at least a little while so I should be able to get a few more chapters up soon. Enjoy! :D

"It's not a good idea, Rose," I shake my head, heading to the console room with her behind me.

"I just want to see him!" she protests, falling into step with me and grabbing my hand to pull me to a stop. "It's not fair! You get to remember him and I don't... he was my father, too, and all I get is pictures and stories..." she mutters quietly.

I sigh, seeing the tears welling up in her eyes and bring her into my arms, "we'll ask the Doctor..." I give in. "Come on, then," I pull away, rolling my eyes at her wide grin and dragging her down the corridor.

Rose wants to see dad when he was still alive, but I have a lot of misgivings about it. I was afraid one of us would do something stupid... mainly me. I guess I should have seen it coming, though. Gwyneth did say that Rose had been thinking about him a lot recently. I frown, thinking of the brave, young servant girl who had died to save the world but shake it off when we reach the console room.

I see the Doctor sitting on the jump-seat, tossing a ball around. I sit next to him, Rose going to lean against the console in front of him, and I lean my head on his shoulder. "What've you girls been up to?" he eyes us.

Rose folds her arms, kicking at the grating floor, "Peter Alan Tyler... our dad... the most wonderful man in the world, born 15th of September 1954," she smiles and I feel the Doctor tense, but he doesn't say anything so Rose continues. "Mum always said he'd have loved to see Lizzie and me now so, I was thinking... could we? Could we go and see our dad when he was still alive?"

"Where's this come from all of a sudden?" the Doctor asks warily and I sigh, messing with the end of my braid.

"Alright, then," Rose mutters, disappointed as she looks away. "If we can't... if it goes against the laws of time or something, then nevermind... we'll just leave it," she flips a random lever back and forth.

"No, I can do anything," the Doctor retorts, standing and moving her hand away from the lever. "I'm just more worried about you," he looks between us seriously.

Rose takes a deep breath, facing him head-on, "I want to see him," she tells him firmly.

"... me too..." I whisper hesitantly.

"Your wish is my command," the Doctor moves around the console, getting us ready to take off. "But be careful what you wish for," he warns.

***

The Doctor had brought us to mum and dad's wedding day. He, Rose, and I were sitting in the back, away from the other guests so no one saw us. I was between Rose and the Doctor, both of my hands in each of theirs, the Doctor and my fingers entwined.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentiss," the registrar says for dad to repeat.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Suzanne... Suzette... Anita..." dad fumbles over mum's name, making me bite my lip to hide a smile.

Mum narrows her eyes at dad while he looks to the registrar for help and she sighs, "oh, just carry on," she waves off. "It's good enough for Lady Di," she smiles.

"I thought he'd be taller..." Rose mutters, staring at dad and I squeeze her hand as she leans her head on my shoulder.

***

Rose was leaning against my side in the console room, my arm around her as she holds my other hand like a life-line. "It was a hit and run driver... no one was with him when he died and mum always said she wished someone had been there for him," she whispers, her voice thick. "... I want us to be there... so he doesn't die alone..."

"November the 7th?" the Doctor makes sure

"1987..." I nod, tears prickling my eyes as I tighten my hold on Rose and the Doctor gives us a sad smile as he sets the date and starts up the engines.

***

Stepping outside the TARDIS, I notice that it was just like any other day; people walking about, music playing in the distance, normal London weather. "That's so weird," Rose frowns, looking around. "The day our father died... I thought it'd be all sort of grim and stormy; it's just an ordinary day..."

"The past is another country... 1987's just the Isle of Wight," the Doctor retorts. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, looking between Rose and me.

"Yeah," Rose nods, gripping my hand.

"Lizzie?" the Doctor asks, feeling my nerves and noting my hesitation.

"... no..." I shake my head, walking off and dragging Rose behind me.

***

The Doctor, Rose, and I are stood on Jordan Road, waiting for the moment our dad dies. "This is it: Jordan road," Rose whispers, her fingers entwined with mine. "He was late; he'd been to get a wedding present, a vase... mum always said-"

"-that stupid vase," I say with her, squeezing her hand when I see dad's dark green car come around the corner. "He got out of his car... and crossed the road," I whisper, watching him park.

"Oh, God... this is it..." Rose whispers, curling into my side and burying her face against my shoulder.

I bite my lip, fighting off tears as the Doctor pulls Rose and me into his arms, holding us close. Dad gets out of the car as a beige car comes speeding over. I flinch, turning my face into Rose's hair when the car hits him; the sound making my heart ache and my stomach turns unpleasantly. Rose flinches against me, the Doctor's arms tightening around us. I peek, tears streaming down my face at dad laying on the ground, his body twitching uselessly with the now broken vase beside him. "Oh, my God..." I whimper.

"Go to him, quick," the Doctor murmurs gently.

I just shake my head, ripping out of his and Rose's hold, running around the corner to get away.

***

I was leaning against the brick wall of the alley with Rose in my arms as she sobs, tears running down my own face. The Doctor was leaning beside us, his arms folded. I bury my face against Rose's neck when a siren sounds in the distance. "It's too late now; by the time the ambulance got there he was dead," I choke out, Rose flinching in my arms as hers tighten around me. "He... he can't die on his own..." I whisper, looking up at the Doctor and I feel unease, worry, and sadness washing over me as he stares down at me. "Can we try again?" I ask quietly.

***

The Doctor, Rose, and I look around the corner to see the first set of us on the curb. "Right... that's the first us," the Doctor sighs. "It's a very bad idea: two sets of us being here at the same time," he shakes his head. "Just... be careful they don't see us; wait till they run off and he goes after 'em, then go to your dad," he tells us and I watch as dad's car comes up on the curb again.

"Oh, God... this is it..." earlier Rose whispers.

The previous Doctor wraps his arms around the girls, holding them close. "I can't do this!" my Rose cries, turning into our Doctor as he wraps his arms around her shoulders, hers going around his waist.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," the Doctor assures her, reaching up to stroke her hair. "But this is the last time we can be here," he warns.

I stare at dad getting ready to get out of his car and the words 'last time we can be here' float through my mind. My heart races, my blood rushing in my ears; it was like I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't think. My body takes over and I just act, jolting forward and hearing a shout of my name from behind. I crash into dad, both of us flying to the ground as the car speeds past us.

Everything slowly comes back to focus and I just stare at my dad in awe, who wasn't lying on the ground dying... but getting to his feet beside me. "I-I-I... I did it... I saved your life!" I breathe, completely shocked with myself as I get to my feet as well, brushing off my pants.

"Blimey!" dad looks after the car. "Did you see the speed of it? Did you get his number?"

"I really did it!" I shake my head, a smile forming. "Look at you! You're alive!" I laugh, walking around him and just taking in every detail. "Oh, God!" I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth. "That car was gonna kill ya!"

"Well, give me some credit! I did see it coming!" dad retorts indignantly. "I wasn't gonna walk under it, was I?"

I could not wipe the smile off my face, but I realize with a small blush that I was staring, "u-um... hi, I'm... I'm Lizzie," I hold out my hand.

"That's a coincidence... that's my eldest's name," dad shakes my hand, staring at me oddly. "Well, it's Elizabeth, but she hates to be called that," he chuckles with a fond smile.

"That's a great name... good choice, brilliant, well done!" I bounce slightly, smiling like an idiot.

"Right, I'd better shift... I've got a wedding to go to," he pulls his hand away, tilting his head as he eyes me with a small frown.

"Is that Sarah Clarke's wedding?" Rose appears beside me, making me about jump out of my skin.

"Yeah... are you going?" dad asks, eyeing her as well while she smiles just as wide as me. "Who are you?"

"Yep, we are," Rose grins. "And, Rose, I'm Rose," she tells him. "I'm uh... Lizzie's sister," she loops her arm through mine.

"That's... odd, that's the name of my youngest," dad frowns before shaking his head. "Anyway... um, Lizzie? You girls and your boyfriend need a lift?"

I frown before following his line of sight and the fact that the Doctor was here comes back to me. I almost whimper in pain at the strong waves of horror and anger that I just realize was washing over me as he levels an extremely dark look at me. I move closer to Rose, who was too busy watching dad in awe to notice the Doctor as he raises a cool eyebrow at me, folding his arms.

***

The four of us had gone to our flat... well, our flat in the past. Dad puts the vase down by the door as the Doctor, Rose, and I follow him inside. "There we go..." dad sighs, heading to the living room and I look around. "Sorry about the mess," he runs a hand over his hair. "If you want a cup of tea, the kitchen's just there; milk's in the fridge... well, it would be, wouldn't it? Where else would you put milk?" he laughs, making Rose and me laugh with him, the Doctor behind and glaring at me with his arms folded. "Mind you, there's always the window sill outside..." he trails off thoughtfully. "I always thought if someone invented a window sill with special compartments, you know... one for milk, one for yogurt... make a lot of money out of that," he rambles while I just watch him awe; my dad was really alive and Rose and I were having a conversation with him! "Sell it to students and things... I should write that down," he muses. "Anway," he shakes his head sheepishly. "Never mind that, excuse me..." he pushes past us to mum's bedroom... well, I guess it's their bedroom now.

I bite my lip, ignoring the Doctor's rage for now, "all the stuff mum kept... his stuff..." I look around at the messy flat. "She kept it all packed in boxes in the cupboard and she'd get it out, show Rose and me when she'd had a bit to drink," I smile, Rose laughing quietly while she looks around as well. "Here it is, though, on display... right where it should be..."

Rose picks up a trophy with a wide grin, showing the Doctor, "third prize at the bowling... first two got to go to Didcot," she sets it down. "Health drinks," she kneels beside them. "Tonics, mum used to call them," she laughs, patting the top of them. "He made his money selling this Vitex stuff... he had all sorts of jobs; he was so clever," she beams.

I wince at another wave of anger from the silent Doctor, but once again I ignore it as I look at blueprints on the table, "solar power..." I look them over. "Mum always did say he was gonna do this... and now he can," I smile, turning to the Doctor. "Ok," I bite my lip. "Look... I'm-"

The Doctor scoffing cuts me off as he glares down at me, "you've been so sweet and innocent, so understanding and trusting," he rolls his eyes, making me frown. "You knew the TARDIS was a time machine and jumped at the chance to travel with me," he shakes his head. "Were you just biding your time? Getting me to trust you, to care for you, until I would agree to this?"

"Of course not!" I stare up at him in shock. "How could you even-" I break off, my voice cracking.

"Lizzie wouldn't do that!" Rose comes to my defense, glaring at the Doctor.

"I did it again," the Doctor laughs bitterly. "I picked another stupid ape," he snarls and I take a step back, eyes wide in hurt as I wince at the rage and hurt flowing over me. "I should've known! It's not about showing you the universe; it never is! It's about the universe doing something for you!"

Rose glares right back at him since I couldn't get any words to come out, tears welling up in my eyes. "So, it's ok when you go to other times, and you save people's lives, but not when it's Lizzie saving our dad!?" she asks incredulously, folding her arms.

"I know what I'm doing, you girls don't! Two sets of us being there made that a vulnerable point!"

"But he's alive!"

"My entire planet died!" the Doctor shouts. "My whole family! My-" he cuts off abruptly, his face contorting as heart-wrenching grief and guilt hits me and his anger toward me somehow manages to grow even worse. "Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them!?"

"B-but... it's n-not like I've changed history..." I murmur quietly, flinching at another wave of anger.

"Exactly!" Rose points to me. "I mean, he's never gonna be a world leader! He's not gonna start World War III or anything!"

The Doctor takes a step forward, his glare hardening as he looms over me, "there's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before; an ordinary man! That's the most important thing in creation! The whole world's different because he's alive!"

"What... would you rather him dead?" I stare up at him, my voice shaking.

The Doctor groans, rubbing his hands over his face, "I'm not saying that..." he sighs.

"I understand," I glare, anger overtaking my hurt. "You can't handle that for once, you're not the most important man in my life!"

"Let's see how you get on without me, then," the Doctor glares and I just stare at him in confusion. "Give me the key, the TARDIS key!" he holds his hand out. "If I'm so insignificant, give it back!"

I take the key off the little loop on my bag, "fine, I will," I slam it down in his hand.

"Well, you've got what you wanted! So that's goodbye, then!" he glares, turning to walk to the door.

"See if I care! If you think of me as just another stupid ape, then just fucking leave! If this is how it works: you only caring so long as I live up to your standards, then I don't want it!" I follow after him, but I gasp as I'm pushed against the wall with the Doctor's fist curled in my shirt while rage and hurt wash over me.

"What are you doing?" Rose gasps. "Lizzie, Doctor, stop it!"

"Stay out of this!" the Doctor and I both snap, neither of us looking at her and I hear her huff.

I glare up at him as he glowers down at me, breathing heavily. "... just go..." I whisper and he just stares, not moving. "Go!" I push him back.

I flinch when he places his fingers to my temples and I suddenly can't feel him anymore, making my heart ache painfully and I feel empty and lost. "Have a nice life, then," the Doctor gives me one last nasty look before walking out the front door, slamming it.

I slump against the wall, my hands flying to my mouth as sobs rack through my body. "What did he do to you?" Rose asks quietly, coming over to me cautiously.

I don't answer as I clutch onto her, burying my face against her neck. I look up when I hear a door open to see dad pop his head out of his bedroom, "boyfriend trouble?" he asks.

***

I was watching Rose pick up peanuts off the coffee table, leaning against the wall with my arms folded as I fight off tears. Rose had asked multiple times what the Doctor had done to me before he left, but I refused to tell her. I was angry and hurt and I was pissed that all I wanted to do was run to the TARDIS and beg him to give it back. I didn't even know he was able to block the connection. Does he feel as miserable as I do? I was so stupid to think I was important to him. How could he say that? Tell me I was just another stupid ape trying to get something out of the universe for their own selfish gain?

My thoughts are broken when dad comes in dressed in a casual suit. "Excuse me? Do you mind?" he frowns down at Rose. "What're you tidying up for?"

Rose blinks, looking down at her hands as if she just realized what she was doing, "sorry... force of habit," she mutters.

Dad glances at me and sighs when he sees my dejected expression, "listen, don't worry about him; couples have rows all the time," he tries to assure me.

"We're n-not a... a c-couple," I shake my head, angry that my face heats up and I ignore dad's raised eyebrow and Rose's loud snort. "I think he's left us..." my voice cracks.

"What, pretty girls like you?" dad eyes us both up and I wrinkle my nose; oh god... is this how Marty McFly felt? "If I was going out with either of you-"

"Nope! Just- just stop right there!" I hold up my hand to stop him, Rose looking equally as horrified as me.

Dad's eyes widen and his cheeks turn a slight pink as he looks between us sheepishly, "I was just saying-"

"We know what you're saying and we're not going there," Rose shakes her head, looking ready to be sick.

"At no point are we going anywhere near there... you aren't even aware that there exists," I tell him firmly. "I don't even want to think about there..." I mutter with wide-eyes, shuddering.

"Believe us, neither do you," Rose puts in, shuddering as well. "There for you is like... pfft... it's like the Bermuda Triangle," she wrinkles her nose.

"Blimey..." dad deflates. "You girls know how to flatter a bloke," he mutters.

Rose stands, brushing off her jeans, "right! Are we off?" she asks, offering her arm to dad.

Dad eyes it incredulously, "so, that wouldn't be a mixed signal at all?"

"Nope," I shake my head, popping the 'p' and offering him my arm as well.

"Absolutely not," Rose agrees.

Dad sighs, taking each of our arms, "I'll take you girls back to the loony bin where you belong," he shakes his head. "Still... I'm sure I've met you both somewhere before..." he frowns between us.

***

"I met this bloke at the Horse's," dad was telling Rose and me as he drives to the church. "He's cutting me in on copyright-"

"But I thought you were a proper businessman?" I frown slightly.

"I wish!" dad laughs. "Ah, I do a bit of this, a bit of that; a straight bloke," he shrugs.

"Right... so I must've got it wrong, then," I mutter.

"So, really you're a bit of a.. a Del Boy?" Rose asks.

"Oh, shoot me down in flames," dad rolls his eyes. "You're not related to my wife by any chance, are you?"

"Oh, my God!" Rose gasps, hand flying to her mouth while I tense. "She's gonna be at the wedding..."

"What, Jackie? Do you know her?"

"Um... sort of..." I mutter.

"What's she told you about me, then?"

"She said she'd picked the most fantastic man in the world," Rose smiles.

"Must be a different Jackie, then... she'd never say that," dad shakes his head, making me frown. "This stuff goes right over my head," he sighs and I notice that the radio was playing a song that was not out yet.

"That's not out yet..." Rose frowns, unknowingly repeating my thoughts.

"It's a good job and all," dad grimaces.

"I'm just gonna... check my messages," I mutter, pulling my mobile out.

"How do you mean messages?" dad looks over at me. "Is that a phone?" he gapes at it.

"Yeah," I answer. "Eyes on the road," I point to the windscreen, holding the phone to my ear and my eyes widen.

Watson, come here, I need you. Watson, come here, I need you. Watson, come here, I need you.

What's the very first phone call doing on my mobile? I hand it to Rose and she listens to it, frowning before her eyes widen, "dad!" she screams.

I wince as I'm thrown against the door when dad swerves, honking his horn. I breathe out shakily when we stop, watching as a beige car goes past us. "It's that car! The same one as before!" dad yells, getting out of the car. "It was right in front of us, where's it gone?" he looks around.

I get out of the car, Rose getting out of the back, my heart racing. No, no, no, no... why was the same car here? What does that mean? I turn to dad, suddenly wanting to get him into the church very badly.

"You called me 'dad'..." he stares at Rose. "What did you say that for?"

Rose freezes, looking at me for help but before either of us could answer, there's a shout, "oh, wonderful!" I turn to stare at mum... well, younger mum in a dress with her hair teased and the sides pinned back, holding a carrycot. "Here he is! The accident waiting to happen! You'd be late for your own funeral and it nearly was!"

"No damage done," dad retorts.

"And who's this?" mum glares at me, making me take a step back. "What're you looking at with your mouth open!?"

"Y-your... your hair..." I mutter.

"What!?"

"I've n-never seen it like..." I shake my head. "I mean, it's lovely... your hair's lovely..."

Rose was staring at the baby and steps forward with wide eyes, "and that baby you're holding... that would be... your baby?"

"More of yours, are they?" mum asks, eyeing Rose and me in disgust, making me frown.

"She saved my life!" dad gestures to me. "And this is her sister!" he gestures Rose.

"Oh, that's a new one! What was it last time?"

"I didn't even know her..." dad sighs and I stare at him with wide eyes; what the hell? "She was a cloakroom attendant and I was helping her look for my ticket... there were three duffel coats all the same... somehow the rack collapsed and we were under all this stuff..."

"Were you playing around!?" Rose and I gape at him.

"What's it got to do with either of you what he gets up to?" mum glares.

"What does he get up to?" I retort.

"You'd know," mum sneers.

"Oh, cause I'm that stupid," dad scoffs. "I play around and then bring her home to meet the missus, you silly cow!"

"But you are that stupid!"

"Can we keep this stuff back home? Just for now?"

"What? With the rest of the rubbish? You bring home cut-priced detergents, tonic water, Betamax tapes and none of it works! I'm drowning in your rubbish! What did he tell you?" mum turns to me. "Did he tell you he's this big businessman? Cause he's not! He's a failure! Born failure, that one!" she glares at dad. "Lizzie and Rose need a proper father-"

"Jackie, I'm making a living! It keeps us fed, don't it?"

"-not one that's flanneling about like some big kid!"

"Stop it!" Rose and I shout, both of us holding back tears; I don't remember them ever fighting like this.

"You're not like this," Rose stares between them. "... you love each other!"

"Oh, Pete, you never used to like 'em mental," mum sighs. "Or I don't know, maybe you did!"

"Jackie, wait, just listen-"

"If you're not careful, there'll be a wedding and a divorce on the same day!" mum glares before walking off with the carrycot in her arms.

Dad sighs, rubbing a hand down his face before turning to Rose and me, "tell you what: straighten the car up... stick her round the corner or something," he hands me his car keys. "Don't cause any more trouble," he shakes his head before going off after mum.

I wrap an arm around Rose's waist, pulling her close as her arm goes around my shoulders. The two of us watch dad talk to mum quietly and he cups her face after a minute, smiling and I can tell that she was trying not to smile as well. I share a smile with Rose at our parents making up.

"Monsters! Coming to eat us!" I hear a familiar voice shout.

"We gotta go inside!" a tiny voice screams.

(a/n: actual picture of Lily Collins as a child and she is SO CUTE!)

I look over and see little three-year-old me in a pale blue dress with my hair in pigtail braids and little five-year-old Mouse in a tux. They were running toward the church, both looking terrified out of their minds. "What sort of monsters, sweetheart?" young Suzie asks in a patronizing tone. "Is it aliens again?"

Little me flinches at the laughing that follows and little Mouse glares at the women, "shut it, you!" he stops long enough to kick young Suzie in the leg.

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh when she yelps and grabs her leg as she hops around. "Oi, you little brat! Get back here!" she calls after him as Rose bursts out laughing beside me.

Little Mouse blows a raspberry at Suzie, "come on, Bird," he wraps an arm around little me as she sniffles and leads her over to the church, making me smile softly at the two.

"Lizzie! Rose!" I hear the Doctor's voice, making me tense and Rose smirk smugly. "Get in the church!" he yells when we turn to him.

I frown when he nods to the side and turn, screaming when a Reaper, a demon-esque creature, appears above us. Rose screams as well and I pull her down as the Reaper swoops down toward us. The Doctor reaches us and helps Rose and me to our feet. "Get in the church!" he repeats frantically. "Now!"

The Doctor, Rose, me, and all of the guests outside try to run inside, only for another Reaper to appear in front of us. "Oh, my God!" young Suzie screams. "What are they!?"

"Inside!" the Doctor orders and a few people try to run out of the church. "Stay in there!"

The young Stuart listens... but his dad makes a run for it. My hand flies to my mouth and my stomach knots up when a Reaper opens up its gaping belly... mouth.. thing and covers his body. I look away, my face contorting when there's a squelching and a crushing sound, along with Stuart's dad's screams. Sarah tries to run into the church when the other Reaper goes for her. She screams, making the Reaper go for the priest instead... lucky.

"In!" the Doctor shouts and everyone runs to the doors.

***

Once inside, the Doctor slams the large church doors shut, the Reapers screeching and clawing at it. "They can't get in," the Doctor mutters while I hold a shaking Rose in my arms, her face nuzzled against my shoulder. "Old windows and doors... ok! The older something is, the stronger it is," he nods. "What else? Go and check the other doors," he orders the guests. "Move!" he shouts when they just stare at him before he moves to another door, pushing and pulling on it.

"What's happening?" mum rushes up to him. "What are they?" she grabs his arm when she's ignored. "What are they!?"

"There's been an accident in time, a wound in time," the Doctor mutters quickly, making me tense and look down; it was all my fault. "They're like bacteria taking advantage-"

"What do you mean, 'time'? What're you jabbering on about? Time?"

"Oh, I might've known you'd argue," the Doctor groans miserably. "Jackie, I'm sick of you complaining-"

"How do you know my name!?"

"I haven't got time for this!"

"I've never met you in my life!"

"No, and you never will unless I sort this out!" the Doctor shouts loudly, making mum quiet instantly. "Now, if you don't mind! I've waited a long time to say this: Jackie Tyler, do as I say! Go! And! Check! The! Doors!"

Mum stares up at him with wide eyes for a moment, "yes, sir..." she mutters quietly, running off.

The Doctor grins suddenly, "I should've done that ages ago," he turns to young Stuart as he approaches.

"My dad was out there..." Stuart mutters thickly, making my stomach knot up; I got his dad killed... the priest... whoever else those Reapers had gotten.

"You can mourn him later," the Doctor shakes his head. "Right now, we've got to concentrate on keeping ourselves alive."

"My dad had-"

"There's nothing I can do for him," the Doctor cuts him off apologetically.

"No," Stuart shakes his head. "But he had this phone thing, I can't get it to work," he pulls out a huge mobile. "I keep getting this voice," he hands it to the Doctor.

The Doctor raises the phone to his ear and his eyes widen, "that's the very first phone call! Alexander Graham Bell," he grins, handing the mobile back. "I don't think the telephone's gonna be much use," he shakes his head.

"That's... wasn't that what was on your phone?" Rose asks and I nod mutely.

"But someone must call the police!" Stuart exclaims.

"Police can't help you now, no one can," the Doctor denies, turning to me and his gaze hardens. "Nothing in the universe can harm those things; time's been damaged and they've come to sterilize the wound," he walks over to me slowly. "By consuming everything in sight," he says darkly.

"T-this is because..." I trail off, a tear sliding down my cheek as he just stares me down, emotionless. "It's all my f-fault..." my voice cracks.

The Doctor doesn't say anything, just shakes his head in disappointment and walks off. I breathe out shakily, tightening my arms around Rose and burying my face against her neck. Rose reaches up, stroking my hair, "shh, you didn't know... he'll come round," she whispers.

***

Rose and I found an empty room to sit in, me leaning against the altar with Rose sitting beside it. I had tear stains down my face and I'm pretty sure I look like a raccoon about now. I hear footsteps and turn to see dad walking in. "This mate of yours..." he trails off, walking over to us while Rose stands. "What did you mean it's all your fault?"

"Don't know..." I shrug, my voice cracking as I wipe at my eyes. "J-just... everything..."

Dad looks between us, his eyebrows furrowing, "I gave you my car keys... you don't give your keys to a complete stranger," he shakes his head and Rose and I share a wary glance. "It's... it's like I trusted you two; moment I met you, I just did," he frowns. "A wound in time..." he mutters and I bite my lip. "You called me dad," he eyes Rose. "I can see it; my eyes, Jackie's attitude, that grin you do when you're excited," he smiles, making Rose laugh and he turns to me. "Those freckles and the way you shout," he shakes his head. "You've even got that stutter," he cups both Rose's and my cheeks.

I close my eyes, a tear sliding down my cheek. I feel dad wipe it away before he starts to drop his hand and I raise mine, holding his back to my face and looking at him. "You are..." he whispers, looking between Rose and me. "You're my Lizzie and Rose... you're my girls all grown up," he brings us into his arms.

"Dad... our dad," I choke out, clutching onto him and Rose.

"Our daddy..." Rose cries, holding me and him both tightly.

***

Dad, Rose, and I were sitting in one of the small rooms in the church, sitting down. "I'm a dad," he smiles, sitting across from Rose and me. "I mean, I'm already a dad but... Lizzie and Rose grow up and they're you! That's wonderful!" he laughs, shaking his head. "I suppose I thought you'd be a bit... useless, what, with me as a dad and all," he smiles. "How did you get here?"

Rose glances at me, biting her lip, "do you really want to know?" she asks hesitantly.

"Yeah!"

"... a time machine," she admits, making him pause.

"Time machine," dad repeats faintly, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape.

"Cross my heart," Rose grins.

"What? Do they all have time machines where you come from?"

"Nah, that's just... the Doctor," I shake my head, my heart aching at the thought of him and the fact that I become more aware that I still can't feel him.

"Did you know these... these things were coming?"

"No," Rose answers.

"God, I don't know, my head's spinning," dad leans forward, his elbows on his knees as he looks between Rose and I. "What's the future like?" he asks eagerly.

"It's not so different," I shrug, messing with the ruffles on my shirt.

"What am I like? Have I gone grey?" he laughs and I stiffen, sharing a wary glance with Rose. "... have I gone bald? Don't tell me I've gone bald..." he eyes us before clearing his throat when we don't answer and turning to face me completely. "So, if this mate of yours isn't your boyfriend, and I have to say: I'm glad because as your dad and all, I think he's a bit old for you," he smirks, Rose 'coughing' into her elbow while my face burns bright red. "Have you got a bloke?"

"N-n-no!" I deny quickly, Rose bursting out laughing while dad chuckles and I narrow my eyes at Rose. "I don't, but Rosie does," I smirk when she immediately quiets and glares at me.

"Oh," dad turns to her, raising his eyebrows. "You've got one, then?" he asks teasingly.

"... well, yeah... I do, he's-"

"Mickey!" mum calls and we all stand up.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing when little Mouse comes running up to Rose. He throws his arms around her and leans his head on her stomach, his eyes shut tight.

"Do you know him?" dad asks, eyeing us and I nod, smiling down a little Mouse.

"Yeah, I just didn't really register it, I guess..." Rose shakes her head. "You'll have to let go of me, sweetheart," she pats his head with a small smile.

With one last squeeze, Mouse lets go of Rose and runs off to mum, who was standing in front of us now. "He grabs hold of what's passing and holds on for dear life," mum sighs. "God help his poor girlfriend if he ever gets one."

"Careful, might just end up being Lizzie," dad laughs, making me snort loudly at the thought and Rose rolls her eyes.

"Ew..." little Mouse wrinkles his nose in disgust and I turn my head to hide my smile.

"That's just what we need," mum shakes her head and then eyes Rose and me with a slight glare.

"Me and the girls were just talking-"

"Oh, yeah?" mum cuts dad off, turning her glare on him. "While the world comes to an end! What do you do? Cling to the youngest women! Come on, Mick," she grabs his hand, leading him away.

Dad goes to follow her but Rose grabs his shoulder, stopping him, "you can't tell her," she mutters.

"Why?"

I sigh, messing with my fingers, "she means... we really don't want you to tell her."

"What? You don't want people to know?"

"Where we come from, Jackie doesn't know how to work the timer on the video recorder," Rose puts in.

"I showed her that last week," dad grins proudly and Rose and I nod slowly, watching his smile fade. "Point taken..." he concedes.

3rd Person POV:

The Doctor was sitting in the main hall of the church, baby Rose laying peacefully in her carrycot with a bottle and little Lizzie sitting beside him with a sketch-book in her lap as she draws a rough sketch of one of the creatures outside. The Doctor's hearts clench at the empty feeling in his chest and the fact that there wasn't a slight tingle in the back of his mind. He'd been so angry with Lizzie, he just wanted to stop feeling her guilt and anger and hurt, so he acted without thinking and took away their connection. It didn't help that her actions had caused a tear in time and that he had no idea how to stop them without her father dying again. As angry as he was... he couldn't do that to her or Rose, he wouldn't.

A small sniffle draws his attention down to little Lizzie and he frowns when he sees tears on the page she was drawing on. "What's wrong, little one?" he asks gently, folding his arms.

"N-nothing..." little Lizzie shakes her head, not looking up.

"People don't cry for nothing," the Doctor retorts, making her roll her eyes. "Go on, you can tell me," he nudges her, being careful not to touch her skin.

Without the connection to adult Lizzie to stop it, any skin contact with little Lizzie might form it with her. That was what caused it in the first place; skin contact when they were trying to get the Auton off him... at least, that was the only time he could think of since he didn't feel it before then. If he hadn't acted on impulse, there would be a sort of cushion between him and little Lizzie; you can't have a bond with more than one version of the same person at once. The Doctor didn't want to freak out the child version of his companion more than she already was.

Little Lizzie sighs, setting her sketch-book to the side and drawing her knees up, wrapping her arms around her legs, "I-I did it..." she whispers, her small voice cracking as more tears stream down her cheeks.

"Did what?" the Doctor frowns, moving to kneel in front of her so he could be at eye level with her.

"The things outside," she looks down, her face contorting. "I made them come cause I'm a freak..." she tightens her arms around her legs.

"Don't say that, Lizzie," the Doctor scolds her gently, realizing just now how far back her insecurities go. "Don't ever think you're a freak, ever, have you got that?"

"It's t-true," she cries, covering her face with her tiny little hands as her body shakes. "I had a dream about them and they came! ... I'm s-scared..." she whimpers. "I want my Mouse!" she cries into her hands.

The Doctor's hearts ache as he watches her... and he thought it was hard enough to see adult Lizzie cry; little Lizzie was on another level. "Your mum went to go find him," he reminds her softly, not sure how best to comfort her; with adult Lizzie, a hug or simply holding her hand worked... but that was out of the question for her three-year-old self. "Want to see something while we wait?" he asks, smiling when she peeks up at him.

"What?" she asks curiously, despite being terrified and racked with guilt as she wipes her eyes.

The Doctor pulls out his sonic and presses the button, watching as little Lizzie's eyes light up in amazement. She snatches it out of his hands and looks it all over, pressing the button and giggling when it lights up and whirs. "What is it?" she asks.

"Sonic screwdriver," he answers, sitting back beside her and watching her mess with it with a small smile. "Why do you call him 'Mouse'?" he asks curiously after a few seconds, never having asked the adult Lizzie about the nickname.

Little Lizzie snorts loudly, waving the sonic around like a wand, "Mickey Mouse," she giggles, reaching over and running the sonic over baby Rose, blinking when a scan of her heath pops up in her mind. "Whoa!" she exclaims, making the Doctor chuckle.

"And 'Bird'?"

"He says I'm little and a girl," she rolls her eyes and the Doctor smirks a bit; sounds like an explanation Mickey the Idiot would give. "Rosie, no," she giggles when baby Rose takes the sonic and puts it in her mouth.

"Oi, don't do that," the Doctor grabs his sonic and wipes the baby spit off on his jumper with a grimace. "A pain even as a baby," he narrows his eyes at baby Rose while she giggles, clapping her hands.

"Bad, Rose, bad," little Lizzie scolds her sister with a stern look and gives her the bottle back, holding it for her.

1st Person POV:

I walk into the main area of the church with Rose and pause, seeing the Doctor with baby Rose and little me beside him. Little me was holding a bottle for baby Rose with the Doctor shaking his head with a small smile. I was mentally debating whether or not to go over to him; he was really pissed off at me and I was still upset about what he'd called me and threatening to leave. I hear a scoff from beside me and look to see Rose roll her eyes as she grabs my arm and drags me off. "You're being ridiculous," she mutters to me.

"Am not..." I mutter back, pulling my arm away from hers and wrapping my arms around my waist when we reach the Doctor.

"Jackie gave 'em to me to look after," the Doctor tells us without looking away from the baby and child versions of my sister and I. "How times change," he gives a small, quiet laugh.

"I'd better be careful," Rose smirks, hopping up beside the Doctor. "I think I just imprinted myself onto Mickey like a mother chicken," she nudges him in the side with her elbow and his lips twitch up.

I watch little Lizzie taking care of baby Rose and trying to ignore the fact that there were two new adults around her. "Hi, sweetheart," I go to touch her shoulder to maybe calm her nerves when the Doctor reaches over and grabs my wrist.

"Little one," he gets her attention and she mutters a small 'yes, Doctor' questioningly, looking up at him. "I think I see your mum and Mickey over there," he points off to the side with his free hand and I look over to see that they were sitting in one of the pews, mum glaring when she sees me looking.

"Mouse!" little me calls, jumping down to the floor and rushing over to tackle little Mouse into a tight hug, making him give a shocked yelp of 'Bird' as they go flying to the ground.

Rose snorts loudly while the Doctor tightens his hold on my wrist, making me look back to him. "Don't touch her," he glares at me. "You're both the same person and we don't want a paradox happening, not with these things outside. Anything new, any disturbance in time makes them stronger... the paradox might let them in."

"Can't do anything right, can I?" I mutter miserably, not believing that I hadn't thought of that... well, I do have other things on my mind, but still!

"Since you ask: no," the Doctor glares down at me. "So! Don't. Touch. Her," he tells me slowly as if I were an idiot.

"I'm not stupid," I glare, pulling my wrist from his grasp.

"You could've fooled me," he snaps.

I fold my arms, looking away in hurt as I bite my lip and will myself not to cry as tears begin to form. I hated angry crying, it totally undermines the fact that I'm pissed.

"Doctor!" Rose scolds and I couldn't help my lips twitching up at the sound of a slap and the Doctor yelping. "I'm gonna go for a short walk and this-" she gestures between us. "-better be fixed when I get back," she narrows her eyes before walking off.

I chew on my bottom lip, messing with the ruffs of my shirt while I avoid eye contact with the Doctor.

"I'm sorry..." he whispers and I glance over to see him rubbing the back of his head. "I wasn't really going to leave you..."

"I know..." I wipe my eyes. "Why did you do it?" I ask quietly and he raises an eyebrow in question. "Take away our bond or connection or whatever you want to call it," I elaborate.

"I was angry and wanted to punish you... make you hurt and scared..." he admits and it feels as if I've been punched in the stomach. "It was wrong and cruel of me," he reaches out to grab my arm and pulls me in front of him so I was standing between his legs.

"What's going to happen?" I bite my lip worriedly.

"Between you and me? I haven't got a plan... no idea... no way out," he sighs, running his free hand over his face and I look down guiltily. "The entire Earth is being sterilized. This, and other places like it, are all that's left of the Human Race. We might hold out for a while, but nothing can stop those creatures," I flinch when the Reapers screech from outside. "They'll get through in the end... the walls aren't that old and there's nothing I can do to stop them," he sighs and his voice takes on a quieter, almost defeated tone. "There used to be laws stopping this kind of thing from happening... my people would have stopped this. But they're all gone and now I'm going the same way..."

"If I'd realized..." I trail off, my voice cracking as a tear slides down my cheek.

"Just..." he cups my cheek in his free hand and I look up at him. "Tell me you're sorry," he murmurs.

"I am," I say immediately, looking him in the eye. "I am so, so sorry, Doctor," I tell him as sincerely as I can.

The Doctor eyes me while he brushes his thumb along my cheek and I blush at the affectionate touch. I lean into his hand absently and his eyes soften as he smiles down at me. The Doctor pulls me toward him and wraps me up in his arms. I sigh, leaning my head on his chest and snuggling into him as my arms go around his waist, listening to his dual heartbeats. I was about to ask if he could unblock the connection when I feel something... odd. I pull away from the Doctor, frowning up at him, "have you got something hot?" I reach into an inside pocket of his jacket and pull out my TARDIS key, hissing in pain and dropping it when it burns my hand lightly. "What the hell?" I look at it; it was glowing brightly.

"It's the TARDIS key!" the Doctor exclaims happily, hopping down on the ground and kneeling by it.

"I can see that," I roll my eyes.

"Cheeky," he narrows his eyes and I smile slightly, happy we were doing a bit better.

"What's going on?" Rose comes over. "What the hell's up with the key?" she watches the Doctor take off his jacket and pick up the burning TARDIS key.

"It's telling me it's still connected to the TARDIS!" the Doctor beams between Rose and me.

***

The Doctor was up on the pulpit after gathering everyone and he holds up the key with his jacket, "the inside of my ship was thrown out of a wound, but we can use this to bring it back! Once I've got my ship back then I can mend everything!" he announces. "Now, I just need a bit of power... has anybody got a battery?"

"This one big enough?" Stuart asks, holding up his huge phone.

"Fantastic!"

"Good old dad..." Stuart grins sadly. "There you go," he hands the Doctor the phone.

The Doctor takes the back off and holds his sonic to it, "just need to do a bit of charging and then we can bring everyone back," he smiles.

I look around the church while the Doctor powers up the battery and I see dad sitting by himself. I grab Rose's hand, pointing over to him when she looks. I pull her over and we sit on either side of dad. "You, um..." he looks between us. "You never said why you came here in the first place... if I had a time machine I wouldn't have thought 1987 was anything special; not round here, anyway..."

"We just ended up here," Rose shrugs, sharing a wary glance with me.

"Lucky for me, eh? If you hadn't been there to save me-"

"T-that was just... just a coincidence," I cut in quickly. "J-just... really good luck... it's- it's amazing..." I mutter, pulling on my braid as I internally wince.

Dad clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, "so in the future... are me and her indoors still together?"

"Yeah," Rose nods, smiling slightly.

"Are you two still living with us?"

"Yep!" I smile, popping the 'p'.

"... am I a good dad?"

"The best..." I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes as he puts his arm around my shoulder.

"You... you told us a bedtime story every night when we were small," Rose smiles, looking over a dad with this faraway smile. "You were always there... you never missed one and um... you took us for picnics in the country every Saturday... you never let us down. You were there for us all the time; someone we could really rely on-"

"That's not me," dad shakes his head.

I bite my lip, trying to think of something to say and I smile, "there was this one time you were working... don't remember what it was, but I whined until you danced with me... do you remember?"

"You remember that?" dad chuckles.

"Of course I do," I smile widely up at him

"You were so tiny you had to stand on my feet just to hold my hands," dad laughs.

"She's still tiny," Rose teases, the two of them laughing while I groan miserably with a blush, smiling despite myself.

Our attention was drawn to the front of the church where the TARDIS was slowly materializing with her whooshing, groaning, wheezing sound. The Doctor pulls his leather jacket back on and runs back up to the pulpit to address the crowd again, grinning, "Right! No one touches that key! Have you got that? Don't touch it; anyone touches that key and it'll be... well... zap," he warns seriously and I raise an eyebrow at that. "Just leave it be and everything will be fine! We'll get out of here! All of us! Stuart, Sarah," he looks down at them in the front pew. "You're gonna get married, just like I said," he grins.

***

While we wait for the TARDIS to completely materialize, the Doctor, Rose, and I sit in the back of the church with dad sitting behind us. I was sitting between the Doctor and Rose, my head on the Doctor's shoulder with our hands entwined while I drew random shapes on the back of his hand with my thumb. "When time gets sorted out..." I trail off quietly.

"Everybody here forgets what happened," the Doctor replies simply and I nod, biting my lip and look down. "And don't worry," he sighs, letting go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulders and pull me close. "The thing you changed will stay changed," he tells me softly, rubbing my arm.

"You mean I'll still be alive though I meant to be dead," dad cuts in and Rose and I turn to him, the Doctor's arm slipping from around me. "That's why I haven't done anything with my life, why I didn't mean anything," he mutters bitterly, shaking his head.

"Don't say that," Rose frowns, reaching over to put a hand on his arm comfortingly.

"You meant so much," I tell him quietly, giving him a small smile.

"It doesn't work like that," the Doctor tells him.

"Rubbish," dad argues. "I'm so useless I couldn't even die properly! Now it's all my fault all of this has happened-"

"No, it's not," I cut him off, tears welling up in my eyes. "It's mine... I-I was the one..." my voice cracks.

The Doctor reaches over absently to wipe a tear away that had run down my cheek and I couldn't help the blush that colors my face when dad raises a suspicious eyebrow. Thankfully, he decides not to comment on it. I try to ignore the fact that the Doctor had taken my hand and intertwined our fingers, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

"No, love," dad shakes his head. "I'm your dad; it's my job for it to be my fault," he smiles softly.

"Her dad!?"

I jump and look to see mum holding baby Rose with little me beside her, eyeing all of us curiously.

"How are you her dad? How old were you? Twelve?"

The Doctor takes a deep breath, rolling his eyes as he pulls me to stand with him. I squeeze his hand while I watch mum have a go at dad, not really knowing how to cut in.

"Oh, that's disgusting!" mum scrunches up her face.

"Jacks, listen," dad stands up. "This is Lizzie and Rose," he gestures between us.

"Lizzie and Rose?" mum repeats disbelievingly. "How sick is that? You give my daughters secondhand names? How many are there? Do you call them all that!?" she demands.

"Oh, for God's sake! Look!" dad groans, taking baby Rose from mum's arms. "It's the same girls!" he places the baby into Rose's arms before anyone can do anything and my eyes widen.

"Rose! No!" the Doctor shouts a second too late, letting go of my hand and jolting forward.

The Doctor vainly takes the baby from Rose's arms and hands her back to mum just as a Reaper appears in the middle of the church. Everyone screams and hurries to run away. But the Doctor jumps in front of everyone before they can, "everyone! Behind me!" he orders and they follow his instruction gladly while Rose holds me back from getting through the crowd to him. "I'm the oldest thing in here!" he shouts at the screeching Reaper.

It happened in slow motion and faster than I could comprehend at the same time. I shout, jolting forward in Rose's hold as the Reaper swoops down on the Doctor. "Doctor!" I scream, vaguely aware of Rose screaming right by my ear. "No!"

My stomach churns and my heart feels as if it'd stopped beating, my blood pounding in my ears as everything fades around me. My vision goes blurry and I couldn't hear anything as I stare at the place where- where he had gotten... where he'd been... I can't- I can't breathe... I can't...

"Oh, my God... he's dead..." Rose's quiet and heartbroken voice brings me back; just barely.

I realize I was on my knees and I cover my mouth as a sob shakes my whole body when the full impact of what I've done hits me. I'd gotten him- I press my fists to my eyes, just now noticing the tears flowing down my face. It was me... the whole world... him. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look to see Rose kneeling in front of me; she was saying something, but I couldn't quite make it out. "It's- it's- it's... I-I-I..." I choke out, reaching out and grabbing Rose, clutching onto as her arms go around my waist. "It's- it's all my fault! I'm s-sorry! I-I'm so s-sorry, Doc-" my voice breaks as I bury my face in Rose's neck, not being able to finish his name.

***

I was sitting away from everyone, Rose beside me with her arm around me tightly with red eyes and tear stains down her cheeks. I'm sure I look no better. At some point during my panic attack, I'd pulled at my hair; so, that was a right mess. I didn't care, though; I didn't much care for anything at the moment. How could I when the Doc- when he's not here? I was numb, except for a pain in my head and chest that wouldn't leave and an all-consuming feeling of emptiness that was a million times worse than not having been able to feel him for the majority of the day.

Dad comes up to Rose and I and I look up at him blankly. "The Doctor-" I flinch at him saying his name; don't say his name... please... "-really cared about you two," he looks between us, his expression soft and regretful. "He didn't want you to go through it again if there was another way, now there isn't," he shakes his head.

"What're you talking about?" Rose frowns, standing while I just stare.

Dad slips his blazer on, "the car that should've killed me, love, it's here," he replies and the pain in my head and chest get worse as I catch onto what's he saying.

"No..." I whisper, my voice sounding dead.

"The Doc-" he makes me flinch again. "He... um..." he clears his throat. "Worked it out way back, but he... uh... he tried to protect me," he explains. "Still," he straightens. "He's not in charge anymore; I am," he tells us firmly.

"But you can't!" I shake my head, standing.

Dad reaches out and strokes my face with the backs of his fingers, making me breathe out at the touch as tears begin to prickle my eyes again, "who am I, love?"

"My daddy..." I cry, launching forward and wrapping my arms around his waist, nuzzling my head against his chest.

"It's gonna be alright," he coos softly, rubbing circles into my back. "Jacks, look at 'em," he chuckles quietly and I look up slightly to see mum had come over. "They're our girls," he smiles between Rose and me.

Mum looks the both of us over carefully and her eyes widen in realization, "oh, God..." she throws her arms around Rose while I stay in dad's warm embrace.

"I'm meant to be dead, Jackie; you're gonna get rid of me at last," dad jokes.

"Don't say that!" mum glares at him through her tears.

"For once in you're life trust me... it's got to be done," dad tells her as he pulls away from me and cups mum's face in his hands. "You've got to survive because you've got to bring up our daughters," he tells her gently, pulling her into a sweet and lingering kiss before he turns to Rose and me. "I never read you those bedtime stories, I never took you on those picnics... I was never there for either of you..."

"You would've been," Rose sniffles, wiping at her eyes.

"But I can do this for you, I can be a proper dad to you girls now," he smiles between us softly.

"But it's n-not fair," I whimper, tears streaming down my face as I look up at my father.

"I've had all these extra hours, no one else in the world has ever had that," dad retorts with a smile. "And on top of that... I got to see you two," he takes both Rose's and my face in his hands. "And you're beautiful," he smiles between us and I look him over, trying to remember every single detail I can. "How lucky am I, eh? So... come on, do as your dad says," he tells us firmly and Rose, tears running down her cheeks, hands him the vase. "Are you gonna be there for me, loves?" he asks and Rose and I nod sadly. "Thanks for saving me," he puts his hand on my shoulder, kissing my forehead.

Dad pulls Rose, mum, and I into a tight, final hug before running from the church. Rose and I hold onto each other and she flinches in my arms when there's the sound of screeching tires from outside. I feel a hand on my shoulder suddenly and look up, a choking sob coming out of my mouth when I see him... the Doctor standing there, very much alive. "Go to him, quick," he tells us quietly.

Rose runs outside, but I couldn't move, frozen in place as I stare at the Doctor. He smiles sadly, cupping my face in his hand, "I'll still be here, go on," he tells me gently, running his thumb under my eye.

I bite my lip, pulling him into a quick hug before running outside, nearly tripping over my own feet I was going so fast. I see dad lying on the ground with Rose kneeling beside him and the car stopped. I push myself faster and slide down on my knees when I reach him. "Daddy..." I whimper, brushing his hair back and he smiles a strained smile as he looks between me and my baby sister.

"I love you," Rose cries, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, his hand in hers.

I press a kiss to his forehead as well, closing my eyes against the tears, "I love you," I whisper against his skin, a pained whimper slipping out when he takes his last breath, Rose choking out a sob.

***

After getting back into the TARDIS, I had noticed that my memories had changed but I could remember both versions. It was too much for both Rose and I and we had decided to just go to her room and curl up on her bed in our pj's, clutching onto each other. Rose had leaned against my chest while I ran my fingers through her hair and cried herself to sleep. The Doctor hadn't said anything; just put the TARDIS in deep space and left us to ourselves.

There's a soft knock on the door and the Doctor pokes his head in the door, his face softening when he sees Rose asleep. He walks over, pulling the cover up over her shoulder and she snuggles into me more as he brushes a hand over her hair. "Come with me?" he whispers, glancing at me.

I nod, carefully removing Rose from me before getting up, slipping my dressing gown on. I lean over the bed, kissing Rose's cheek and stroking her temple for a moment before following the Doctor out of the room. The two of us don't say anything as he leads me to the console room and I sit on the jump-seat, folding my legs underneath me and wrapping my arms around myself. The Doctor didn't say anything while he leaned against the console, his arms folded and ankles crossed as he watches me. I bite my lip, tears welling up and spilling over. "I'm s-s-sorry..." I whisper, my face contorting as I look away. "I-if... if you want- want me to leave... I-I'll understand... I-I-" my stuttering is cut off when the Doctor moves forward and wraps me up in his arms.

"Shh, I don't want you to leave," he rubs my back while I move my arms around his waist tightly, leaning my forehead against him.

"You were... were dead because of me," I whisper shakily.

"I'm right here," he assures me. "... I didn't want you to learn about laws of time this way... Lizzie, I'm sorry," he continues to rub my back, soothing me a little.

"Give it back... unblock it," I squeeze my eyes shut, cringing at how pathetic and desperate I sound but I needed to feel him; I'd watched my dad die more than once today and I watched the Doctor get eaten. "Please?"

"Look at me," he pulls away, tapping under my chin gently.

I raise my eyes to him, looking away quickly in guilt and shame and embarrassment while I wipe my face furiously. "Look at me, Elizabeth," he repeats firmly and I nearly growl at the use of my full name.

"Don't you dare, big-ears," I glare up at him.

The Doctor smiles, cupping my face in his hands and my face burns at his soft and fond expression as he presses his fingers to my temples. "This is gonna be a bit... intense for you the first time unblocking it," he warns me and I nod for him to go ahead.

My breath hitches at the overwhelming rush of emotions that flow over me all at once. I whimper slightly at the force of it and close my eyes, leaning into the Doctor's chest as he shushes me gently. There was this painful almost burning sensation in my head that slowly moves to a slight tingling in the back of my mind. I breathe out shakily, wrapping my arms around the Doctor. He sighs in what could either be relief or content, holding me close with his arms around my shoulders.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading and also... this book has reached over 56,000 reads! I mean, holy shit! I write this story for fun and to get away from stress and anxiety. I put so much into it and I love Lizzie with all my heart, so it just makes me unbelievably happy and all warm and fuzzy inside to know that so many people have read it and enjoy it enough to read on. I love you guys! Also, the comments you leave are absolutely amazing... so, keep that up, yeah? *brings Rose and Lizzie over to use their puppy-eyes* And for my ghost-readers, I fucking love you, too! Just that you take the time to read my little fanfic is so humbling and amazing and just... ugh, you guys are great!

Now, if you're NOT a rereader, just ignore this next bit, kay? :)

For my rereaders, first off: I love you so much I can't even begin to say how much! You guys are being so patient and just amazing with all of the editing and how long it's taking! *hugs you all* Second: I think this chapter turned out rather well. Shameless self-complimenting on my part here, lol. I'm a lot happier with this version. Anyway, sorry for rambling so much, see ya soon, my lovely readers! :*