Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.

Written for doctorroseprompts on tumblr and their weekly drabble prompt: knife.

The Doctor screamed in horror, as if a knife was pressed to his chest, while Rose Tyler's fingers slipped from the lever. There was nothing he could do. She was going to fall, lost to the void, to hell, the beast's taunts becoming heartsbreaking reality.

He awoke with a start, drawing in a ragged breath. Rose mumbled in her sleep, head pressed against his shoulder and he rejoiced in the heavenly scent of her hair. That moment had almost destroyed him, but it had given them the chance for this future together. He pressed a grateful kiss to her crown.