Memoria 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 altoge
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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
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Others looked at her in pity as they walked by. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything any more.
Ever since...that time...
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Her Doctor had died that day. Perished saving their lives, and now she had nothing.
Zach and Danny had been so generous to her. Not only had they taken her to a safe planet, they gave her everything she needed.
Except she didn't want it. She didn't want anything but her Doctor.
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I walk as though I'm dead.
I'm shaken by nothing. When mum calls and it's terribly often it
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Planet Earth.
That was where I was born.
And that was where I died.
The first 19 years of my life, nothin' happened.
Nothin' at all.
Not ever.
And then I met a man called the Doctor.
A man who could change his face.
And he took me away from home in his magical machine.
He showed me the whole of time and space.
I thought it would never end.
That's what I thought.
But then came the army of ghosts.
Then came Torchwood and the war.
And that's when it all ended.
This is the story of how I died and came back.
As The Fire.
My name is Rose Tyler. I was born in London, England, to Peter and Jacqueline Tyler, right in a cold wint
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Suddenly from outside there came a loud grunt and a woman's scream. Like that, the Doctor, Rose, Martha and Shakespeare were out the door and running down the steps to the commotion. Outside, the Master of the Revels who Shakespeare had named as Lynley was staggering about, coughing up copious amounts of water from nowhere.
"It's that Lynley bloke," Martha said.
"Oh my god, what's wrong with him," Rose exclaimed.
"Leave it to me, I'm a doctor," the Doctor said going
The Doctor looked down at the small diary sitting on the table. It was TARDIS blue and had golden designs of the TARDIS covered in rose vines. A small lock clipped the sides together. It was a simple lock the kind you could break into without the need of the sonic-screwdriver or even the key. If he just reached over and twisted it the right way
No! He couldn't do that. It was a complete invasion of privacy. He couldn't do that to Rose. He couldn't just look into her inner most thoughts
'But you've thought of it, ' a voice said in the back of his mind. 'Thought of it so many times. Every time you see the diary sitting there