Of Loops and Straight Lines
Title: Of Loops and Straight Lines
Author: Asimus
Characters: This chapter #10/Rose, past chapters #8/Rose, #9/Rose
Summary: Time is made of wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff, it doesn't always move in a straight line. Everything turns full circle in the end it seems.
Disclaimer: Sadly the character's are not mine. In fact I don't think it's even an original concept.
Notes: This chapter spoilers for Doomsday, past chapters spoilers for Rose.
Chapter 1 - Of Going Home
Chapter 2 - Of Fighting and Dying
Chapter 3 - Of Silence and Oppression
Chapter 4 - Of Going Around and Coming Around
Chapter 5 - Of Love and Loss
Regeneration had shocked her to the core. He had never told her he could change his face. Some days he still thought of knowing her in a linear sense. Stupid really, him being a Time Lord. But the Rose he knew, knew him intimately, this Rose did not, and he strove to keep it that way, keep his distance, keep himself from hurting when he eventually lost her. They always left, even Rose he knew, despite her refusals. But sometimes it was hard, especially after the change. He felt some distance between himself and the loss of his world. He started to forget the reasons why he held her at arms length, sometimes he forgot this was not his Rose, and sometimes he would go to her whilst she slept. He lived every day to give her the universe, and to hold on to her whilst he could. He felt happy, joyous to be around her. Her expression of delight when he showed her something new, the way she held onto him after a painfully close call. He felt that this was the way things ought to be. Like God had delivered him from that awful fate so many years ago, and sent him an angel. Two lonely angels together, only now they were not so lonely. But that fateful day, a normal boring day on Earth, slightly over cast, a chill in the air, he lost her to another world, and he realised then, and only then, how all this came to be. He felt sick. She had promised him forever, and she had meant it. She never left him, she was taken.
He would never again hold Rose Tyler in his arms. Never again feel her hair against his lips. Breathe her scent into his nostrils and deep into his lungs, tasting her very essence. She would never again run to his embrace, cry on his shoulder, or ask him a completely incredible question he had never dreamt she would ask. It was devastating. He burnt up a star to find her again, and only managed a feeble goodbye.
Somewhere in the universe, years in his past, when Time Lords still existed, and interdimensional travel was still possible, his eighth self was meeting an older lonelier Rose Tyler and loving her, and having her in a way he had not allowed himself. It seemed unfair that she had all that to look forward to, whilst he was forced to walk the slow path alone. Some times companions walked beside him, sometimes they came behind him, and sometimes he was alone, but history didn’t hold much interest for him when he knew there was no future.
Author: Asimus
Characters: This chapter #10/Rose, past chapters #8/Rose, #9/Rose
Summary: Time is made of wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff, it doesn't always move in a straight line. Everything turns full circle in the end it seems.
Disclaimer: Sadly the character's are not mine. In fact I don't think it's even an original concept.
Notes: This chapter spoilers for Doomsday, past chapters spoilers for Rose.
Chapter 1 - Of Going Home
Chapter 2 - Of Fighting and Dying
Chapter 3 - Of Silence and Oppression
Chapter 4 - Of Going Around and Coming Around
Chapter 5 - Of Love and Loss
Regeneration had shocked her to the core. He had never told her he could change his face. Some days he still thought of knowing her in a linear sense. Stupid really, him being a Time Lord. But the Rose he knew, knew him intimately, this Rose did not, and he strove to keep it that way, keep his distance, keep himself from hurting when he eventually lost her. They always left, even Rose he knew, despite her refusals. But sometimes it was hard, especially after the change. He felt some distance between himself and the loss of his world. He started to forget the reasons why he held her at arms length, sometimes he forgot this was not his Rose, and sometimes he would go to her whilst she slept. He lived every day to give her the universe, and to hold on to her whilst he could. He felt happy, joyous to be around her. Her expression of delight when he showed her something new, the way she held onto him after a painfully close call. He felt that this was the way things ought to be. Like God had delivered him from that awful fate so many years ago, and sent him an angel. Two lonely angels together, only now they were not so lonely. But that fateful day, a normal boring day on Earth, slightly over cast, a chill in the air, he lost her to another world, and he realised then, and only then, how all this came to be. He felt sick. She had promised him forever, and she had meant it. She never left him, she was taken.
He would never again hold Rose Tyler in his arms. Never again feel her hair against his lips. Breathe her scent into his nostrils and deep into his lungs, tasting her very essence. She would never again run to his embrace, cry on his shoulder, or ask him a completely incredible question he had never dreamt she would ask. It was devastating. He burnt up a star to find her again, and only managed a feeble goodbye.
Somewhere in the universe, years in his past, when Time Lords still existed, and interdimensional travel was still possible, his eighth self was meeting an older lonelier Rose Tyler and loving her, and having her in a way he had not allowed himself. It seemed unfair that she had all that to look forward to, whilst he was forced to walk the slow path alone. Some times companions walked beside him, sometimes they came behind him, and sometimes he was alone, but history didn’t hold much interest for him when he knew there was no future.