Dead Man walking

                                    

                                          
"Peter Alan Tyler," Rose explained to the Doctor and Angel as she stood in the TARDIS, "My dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Born 15th of September, 1954."
Rose leaned back against the console as the Doctor watched her from her spot, sitting in the captain's chair across from her, 
"That's what mum always says," Rose continued, "So, I was thinking...could we? Could we go and see my dad when he was still alive?"
"Where's this come from, all of a sudden?" the Doctor frowned.
"Alright then, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of time or something," she mumbled, turning away, "Then never mind, we'll just leave it."
"No, I can do anything. I'm just more worried about you."
"I wanna see him."
"Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for."
She stood up and walked to the console, Rose moving to sit in the chair. 
The doctor looking wary, There was just something in her gut telling her that something would go very, very wrong.
The Doctor, Bucky, Natasha and Rose sitting behind a small gathering of people, watched as Jackie and Pete Tyler got married in the local Registry Office.
"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentiss..." the official recited.
"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Suzanne...Suzette...Anita..." Pete mucked it up, his nerves evident.
Jackie narrowed her eyes at him before sighing, "Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di."
The Doctor grinned down at Rose, who was watching the proceedings curiously, "I thought he'd be taller," she commented.
Natasha squinted at the man in question, "He looks average height to me."
The Doctor smiled, shaking his head fondly at her.
"...to be my lawful wedded wife, to love and behold 'til death us do part," the official continued.
"He died so close to home," Jackie sighed quietly, sadly, "I wasn't there. Nobody was. It was a hit and run driver. Never found out who. He was dead when the ambulance got there," little Rose looked up at her solemnly, "I only wish there'd been SOMEONE there for him."
"I wanna be that someone," Rose explained sadly as the Doctor, her, Natasha and Bucky stood around the console, "So he doesn't die alone."
"November the 7th?" the Doctor repeated, making sure.
"1987."
The Doctor glanced at her two Mates as she frowned before putting in the coordinates, Rose watching them intently, fidgeting. The engines cooled down a moment later and Rose quickly headed for the door.
"That's so weird," Rose remarked, "The day my father died...I thought it'd be all sort of grim and stormy, it's just an ordinary day."
"The past is another country," the Doctor replied, "1987's just the Isle of Wight."
"Are you absolutely sure about this Rose?" Bucky asked Rose, looking at her intently, putting his hand on Rose's shoulder, "It won't be easy to see."
She knew that all to well, to see someone you love die before your eyes. She wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Rose took a breath, "Yeah."
They walked to stand at the curb of the Powell Estate, when Natasha and Buck glanced back briefly, almost swearing they were being followed, before shaking their heads and turning back. They came to stand at the pavement, waiting, Rose standing in the middle of them.