Word Count: 100, per Googledocs
Summary: Sometimes, one breath can save three people.
Author's Notes: This has been hanging about in my head, without me even knowing it, for some time. It finally broke through while I was writing another story. Guess it's true what they say about fanfic and fixes, eh?
Disclaimer: While I wish it were otherwise, with a great yearning, The Doctor, Rose, Jack and the TARDIS are part of the Whoniverse and belong to the BBC and their various creators. I take no coin for playing in this world, and mean no copyright infringement.
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He reeled, time and Rose still on his lips. Time to die, he thought, but she'll live. Maybe she'll stay with who I'll become.
Before he could exhale, Jack pelted into the room, eyes wide and confused, transmuted from entropy to stasis.
He felt it then, the shift of timelines re-shuffling what was to be; what need never be.
Since the war, such shifts had made his bones ache. Not now.
He walked to Jack, kissed him.
A fixed point in time jolted into motion again, a dying Time Lord was rebalanced, as the Bad Wolf's last breath healed both.