DW: VindicatedThe Doctor sauntered into the TARDIS with a grin stuck firmly on his face. The museums curator had just finished speaking to him. He was quite elated ever since he was told the actual title of the painting Elizabeth I had somehow gotten hold of.
Gallifrey Falls No More.
That means that absolutely bonkers plan he concocted with his former selves actually worked! His home and people were alive and safe in a pocket parallel universe. Now he just had to go and find them!
Thoughts about another parallel universe filtered through his head. Another version of himself would never know of this victory. But he was with someone who always helped him work through the darkness inside him. The Doctor tried to take some comfort in knowing Rose Tyler was with him. The woman who healed his hearts so many years ago.
“Clara?” He looked around for his current companion in the console room. He called out her name again directing his vo
DW: Deja VuNOTE: This story contains spoilers from the Doctor Who novel The Stone Rose.
Rose considered the Doctor to be her best friend in the entire universe. They travelled and had wonderful adventures, oftentimes saving people and civilisations along the way. Rose loved it all: the thrill of seeing new places and time periods, the running (of which there was a ridiculous amount of) into and out of danger with his hand clasped firmly around hers, and even her travelling companion. She knew it was silly; she was human and he was a nine-hundred-year-old alien who even looked too old for her by Earth standards. He didn’t even seem interested in her in that way at all, so she just kept things within the bounds of friendship.
Still, she could almost pinpoint the moment she realised she truly loved him. It was when he activated Emergency Programme One to send her home. She knew, of course, that he was trying to act in her best interests.
DW: I'm HereJust a note that this is completely separate from my story "New Beginnings". This is a different re-imagining of Rose's feelings towards Tentoo after "Journey's End".
Rose couldn't sleep. She couldn't even get comfortable in her large four-poster bed. She tried everything from counting sheep to some bizarre alien breathing technique she had learned while travelling on the TARDIS.
That's where she felt she should be at that moment instead of still stuck in this bloody parallel world.
After spending so much time and effort she finally found the Doctor again, only to be dumped back on the same Norwegian beach without him even giving her the courtesy of saying goodbye, or even asking where she wanted to go.
It wasn't just her and her mum he left behind. He also left behind his half-human clone.
Rose felt a stab of guilt thinking about this duplicate. Before the Doctor left she prodded both of them to finish the sentence he began a long time ago. The Time Lord s
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
Let's Take a Sick Day
This is the Tenth Doctor and Rose! I hope you like it!
The Doctor came out from under the console. Something was wrong. Something felt off.
Rose wasn't here.
That was it. She was usually out here by now, telling him to get out from wherever he was, have some breakfast, clean up, and yell at him for not taking better care of himself.
After adjusting a few knobs and levers to make sure the TARDIS stayed in the Vortex, he walked down one of the hallways until he reached Rose's room. Knocking softly, and not getting more of a response than a quiet grunt, he opened the door slowly.
He was greeted with the sight of a sweaty, flushed Rose curled up under her blankets and staring at him through half-closed eyes. "Hey, Doctor," she said, voice low and gravelly.
He rushed over to her bedside, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. "You're burning up!" he exclaimed. "I feel terrible," she replied quietly.
"Shhh, don't talk. I think you're losing your voice, too," the Docto
A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten)"Mommy?" Rose stirred awake to her daughter's voice. "I had a bad dream."
"Come here, love. What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that you and Daddy died." Rose held her daughter tightly. "Can you tell me a story?"
"Of course, sweetheart. What do you want to hear about?"
"The man who I'm named after."
"Again?" Rose stroked the young girl's silky brown hair.
"What's going on?" The Doctor stirred awake and sat up.
"Michaela couldn't sleep."
"Did you have a bad dream again?"
"Yeah." Michaela buried her head in Rose's chest. Just then, the infant in the crib began to wail.
"I think we woke Danny up." The Doctor got out of bed and picked up the noisy child. The large golden retriever thumped its tail but didn't wake up. The Doctor rocked his son back and forth until his cries turned into little mews. He walked over to the large fireplace built into the room and lit a fire before going back to his warm bed.
"Mommy, tell me about my name." Michaela looked at Rose with large eyes.
Absence makes the hearts grow.Wherever he went, it always seemed to follow him like a damp cloud; even Houdini wouldn't've been able to escape this one.
He suspected he'd been the source though. Somewhere around 25 BC (he couldn't remember exactly when, his smart phone had thrown a tantrum and stopped working completely) the Esquiline Hills in Rome had been his abode. There, he found Sextus Propertius, a wily young scamp who's mind he filled with select stories of his travels, stories of her as they lazed in the last of the sun's rays. Of course, he wrote about them in verse, reams of poetry flowing as gold thread in the wind, as beautiful as his damasked Rose.
Always towards absent lovers love's tide stronger flows
Ripples of Rose etched throughout time meant he didn't even have to talk to Miss Stickland. Her ink quenched pen scratched over paper like a spider scittering away from the cool summer rain, seemingly of its own accord, an aphorism coined from eons gone.
'Tis absence, however, t
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
Memoria AgerMemoria Ager
Characters: 10, Rose
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: He opens his eyes, and she's standing on the other side of the stream, smiling softly.
He had always avoided coming here. Nightmares were just as easy to conjure as daydreams on Memoria Ager, and often more potent; nine hundred years had left him with more darkness than he liked. It was also because he was scared about how this place would affect his companions; their wills were strong, but they were only human, and even humans couldn't resist a world where their desires were fact and they could live in an illusion. After the war he'd avoided even a mention of it altogether, knowing how close he was to madness, and knowing that if he landed on Memoria Ager, he would so very easily tip over into a downward spiral which he couldn't escape. But this time, the pain is too hard to ignore; the memories too strong to forget, as he had done in the past.
The stark white wall haunts him now, lurking in his memories, her face f
Remember These Words
Sam's first trip to the Angel Bar between worlds was everything Dean told him about. It was a complete mix of dusty bar and elegance. Absolutely having to test out one of the better stories about it, Sam went up to the stunningly gorgeous bartender for a beer. When he was handed the bottle with a smile, he frowned when he couldn't find the label. A raised eyebrow at the grinning, voluptuous, brunette, and he put the brown bottle to his lips.
The liquid that passed over his tongue gave Sam a shiver, and he couldn't stop the pull on it for a while. The beer was everything he loved about the drink, and none of the bitter bite in the back of the throat that he hated. Letting up on it, he was beside himself. "Oh my God, that's awesome," he said quietly, staring at the bottle. "Dean, you gotta try this!"
Bumping his shoulder, Dean made his way to the bar. "Great aint it?" he said with childlike glee. "Never goes empty either! Wish they'd let us take them with us."
"Sorry Dean, you know the r
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