#divergent path

The Doctor tried to focus on his work, sitting in his room at his desk, a handful of tools, equipment and the various electronics he was building for Torchwood's use. But his heart wasn't into it, wandering instead to the next room over where Rose was holed up doing who knows what.

He respected her wishes to be alone but he couldn't help but feel like Rose was avoiding him. They were drifting away from one another; dinners were becoming more quiet, nights passed uneventfully, and little more than words of work passing between them.

He couldn't do this anymore. Two years with her, two wonderful glorious years and he couldn't just stand by and watch it all fall apart. He thought that maybe she just needed some space, but it's been like this long enough that he knew that he should have done something sooner.

With the wedding coming up soon, he couldn't just let it sit.

Finally he left his workshop and made his way to Rose's door, knocking gently but firmly.