After the crack in time and space closed forever, and Donna was safe at home. The Doctor decided to save the supernova somewhere it could be seen and remembered forever. He took it to a hospital. The hospital wasn’t really anything special, just a little one in London. He wondered the maternity ward. Just walking up and down the halls, none of the nurses spared him more then a second glance. He did rather look the part of a nervous father, and in a way he was. He was looking for a place for Rose to live on in. In this universe. A baby, his and Rose’s legacy, their child.
He looked through the glass window of the nursery, a small boy swathed in blankets struggled against his bonds, his gaze fixed on the Doctor.
‘Hello, I’m Big Wolf,’ the boy gurgled.
“Hello Big Wolf, I’m the Doctor. Nice to meet you,” the Doctor smiled.
‘Doctor, they talk about you. There are many doctors here. Are you one of them?’ the young babe asked.
“No Big Wolf, I’m not. I’m a Timelord and I have something for you, if you want.” the doctor answered.
‘Can you show it to me?’ the child persisted.
The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass locket. Inside the warped glass lay the last connection he had to Rose. The star he burnt up to say good-bye.
“This,” his whispered, “Is my gift to you. It’s a star. A star for your eyes. This is the star that helped the lonely god say good-bye to his Wolf. And if you choose it’s yours.”
‘Why does it make you sad?’ the child asked once again.
“Because it’s sad to say good-bye to the ones you love,” the Doctor’s voice held all the tears that he did not shed, would not cry.
‘I will take it. If you let me,’ the child smiled up at the Doctor.
As the Doctor stood, his head lent against the glass window a smile flitted across his face. This child with it’s unruly ginger hair and pale blue eyes would carry Rose’s memory with pride. So he slipped inside the nursery and picked up the waiting child. He cradled Big Wolfs head in the nook of his elbow. With his other arm the Doctor opened the locket and the colours danced around the room. Slowly retreating back to the locket. To the Doctor and Big Wolf. Then the light shut off abruptly. The Doctor still held the glass pendent in his hand but there was not longer a star in it.
For the star was in the young boy’s eyes. Glowing and ever changing. To be remembered by all. Forever. He lowered the boy back into the cot and turned on his heels fleeing the nursery before anyone could find him there. If he had stayed for just a moment longer then he would have seen the name inscribed onto the cot’s side. Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch.