DW: Changing FateThe Doctor just stared at the spot Rose had occupied for a long moment. He was alone once more. She had argued, of course she did. She was Rose Tyler! She had tried to choose him over her own family. She promised him she was going to stay with him forever.
And now he had sent her away against her will. Again. Never once telling her exactly what she meant to him. He didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye.
Oh well, that way was probably best, he thought. Better to let her think of him as an selfish uncaring jerk than someone who truly, deeply…
“I think this is the on switch.”
Her voice startled him and he looked up. Rose was back! He couldn’t help but feel extremely elated (he always felt instantly happier when she was around), but that feeling only lasted a fraction of a second.
Why was she back? Couldn’t she see just how much danger they were in? Why di
Reminiscing - Rose Tyler (Doctor Who).
There she was. All pink and yellow. Rosy cheeks that hued radiantly against the cream sheets she lay on. Her blonde mess that lay softly on the pillow beneath her. She was dreaming again. Tossing and turning. Forever forgetting her footing in life. The normality of reality.
Rose Tyler. No longer the stuff of legend. Although as she rolled over onto her side, resting her clenched hand on her cheeks, feeling the pins and needles run through her sleeping arm. She saw him with heavy eyes. Not the Doctor. No. But some other guy. A man she was learning to love all over again. He was soothingly snoring, the light from
ComatoseJack had been travelling with them for a few weeks now and nothing could possibly be better for Rose and the Doctor. The three of them were having a lot of fun stopping off on new planets anywhere in time and space, playing tricks to people a bit too serious to their liking, getting them angry and running away when they started chasing them. They were now all laughing out loud in the TARDIS because of the last trick they had played on someone before running for their lives, and planning on the next one to play. The Doctor hadn’t laughed like that for what felt like centuries, and it felt good to be a part of those joyful moments he had never allowed himself to have since the Time War. He was glad that Rose and Jack had stood in his way. They were helping him to get better. They were helping him to heal his wounds. They probably didn’t even know how much good they were doing to him.
Everything was fine so far, and he almost couldn’t believe it. Nothing had ever been so
GravityAlex Hardy had everything to be happy in life: a beautiful wife, an adorable daughter, a cute little house in a quiet town and a job he was excellent in no matter what the newspapers were saying. And yet, every night, he was having the same awful nightmare which caused him to wake up with a start, sweating, breathless, panicked. That was the strangest nightmare he ever had. Somehow, he felt like he had already lived that situation, like he had already felt that despair, that terror, that pain but he knew it wasn’t possible. That was too unreal. Why was he having that nightmare? Why did he feel so bad every time he woke up from that nightmare?
That night again, he woke up with a start after the dream had haunted his sleep once again. He looked at his wife who was peacefully sleeping next to him and got up, trying not to wake her up. He walked out of the room as silently as possible and opened the front door. He got out and closed the door behind him. He sat down on the small step
Mother's DayNinth Doctor
Over 900 years of traveling time and space and he was sure he hadn’t had anyone get under his skin like Captain Jack Harkness. He thought about this as he listened to Jack recall yet another of his outrageous – both in itself and in its amount of sexual content – stories to Rose while they gathered around the console within the TARDIS. He knew though that it was more because of Rose and not so much Jack that this was the case, more because of how she was listening to and laughing with someone else now, not just him. They had all just escaped an ordeal in Kyoto, Japan in the year 1336 which was incidentally far more of an interesting excursion than the one they had made to Raxacoricofallapatorius to return the egg of a Slitheen. Jack was certainly useful. He was smart, quick, maybe too bold at times and a tiny bit reckless in others but generally – assuming he wasn’t openly flirting with any or all of the local species – he was reli
Always Be HereIt wasn't like the Doctor to be so dark and brooding for long periods of time. Rose tried to talk to him but he shut her out, ignored her. They hadn't left the TARDIS in a few days. Rose wasn't even sure if theh were still in the vortex or if they'd landed.
She found him in what she called his study, a room with a desk, shelves of books, and an oversized leather armchair. He was sitting in the chair and for the first time, Rose thought he looked so small. His head was in his hands, elbows resting on the desk. He didn't look up when she came beside him.
All she did was sit on the rug and stay silent, a tactic she hadn't tried yet. He reached down, searching for her hand and held it tightly, like he was afraid she would disappear. A few moments later he began to speak softly.
"200 years ago, Rose."
She stayed quiet, waiting to see if he'd continue.
"Roughly 200 years ago, I killed everyone. The Time War ended. Everything ended and I'm alone." He looked at her, the only tear sh
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