Fic: Language Barrier
Title: Language Barrier
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Genre: Angsty, fluffy, romantic all in one
Pairing: 10/Rose
Spoilers: Er, nothing you should worry about unless you haven't seen The Impossible Planet or The Satan Pit.
Summary: Sure the TARDIS translates everything, but couldn't there still be a language barrier somewhere?
The Doctor had been sitting at his desk in the library for what had felt like hours, staring down at the pages and his lips moving as he read. This regeneration couldn’t read without moving his lips and it was bothering him…well, it would have had he been thinking about it. His mind was whirling as he licked the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to turn a page, ancient lore of a Dragon that would destroy the universe pouring into his head as he turned the page.
It had been three days, relative time, since Rose had rushed back into the TARDIS and he’d hugged her like he’d never see her again. They’d rid the universe of perhaps the only real devil in existence and he had her to thank for it. Sometimes, he would wonder to himself as he would walk the endless halls as she slept, he wished the world could know what Rose Tyler had done for humanity and creation in general. He wished that she would be welcomed home by more than just Jackie whining about her being gone and Mickey the Idiot giving her the googly eyes that were always undressing her. She deserved to be met by people who would praise her for her bravery in the way her mum never could and he always wanted to…in a way that was fitting for a hero.
“What you reading?” came a soft voice from in front of him and his dark eyes lifted to see Rose standing in front of the desk.
“Mythology. What’re you up to?” the Doctor asked setting the book down on the table and leaning back in the chair.
“Just walkin’….and thinking.” She answered, letting her eyes wander around the expanse of books and shelves that seemed to take up far more space than just one room would allow.
The two hadn’t talked much since they’d returned from that ugly little hunk of rock. They’d skirted each other, avoiding gazes and words as the TARDIS spun in the Vortex to give them some rest after such an adventure. He’d been holed up in his library poring over myth after myth about beasts and devils and demons from every race he could get his hands on. None said anything about Disciples of Light that had trapped anything from before Time was Time. This bothered him…surely something as universal as a Devil of sorts would yield some kind of common history, but no. He’d been locked in that room for most of their resting time, pausing only to walk the halls as Rose slept fitfully in her bed with dreams of demons and wolves and fire and light leaping just of reach from her consciousness. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore…he’d almost lost her, realized it, and felt the ultimate pain of never seeing her face or hearing her laugh again. That worried him. Never had he felt that way over a loss of a Companion.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, tongue running over his lips thoughtfully as he prayed that she wouldn’t bring up anything from the last few days. He was on overdrive about it now and his mind couldn’t take the thought of trying to reason out his feelings with her in the room. No, that time was meant for when she was asleep or at Jackie’s and he had a lot of time and a large bottle of something strong.
“The TARDIS translates everything, yeah? Written down…when we’re speakin’….all that?”
The Doctor nodded, “you know it does.”
“So…all this…how we’re talking now…it’s really in two languages? It’s not really in English?”
One eyebrow cocked behind his glasses and he sat up a bit, “what are you getting at?”
Rose shrugged, her shoulder wrapped in a grey hoodie slumped just a bit as her eyes searched the ground and pointedly avoided him, “I mean…you’re an alien…you speak another language an’ all that. So…we’re not saying the same things...” he voice trailed off and shook a little.
“Why yes, Captain Obvious….” He tried to grin at her, but the tension seemed to suck any kind of joke into a black hole that rivaled the one they’d escaped from not a week ago.
“See? Things like that…any kind of saying or something…in your language it could be something completely different than it is to me. The TARDIS just translates it for me…you’re not actually sayin’ it, you know? So all this…when we talk…it’s not…there’s something in between us. The TARDIS is...” she couldn’t finish the sentence with the way her voice was shaking. In Rose’s mind there was something so very small yet so very large that separated the two of them….maybe it was language…maybe something else…but it was there. And to her, really, if it weren’t there then maybe they wouldn’t be avoiding each other the way they had been for the last few days.
The Doctor stared at her. Where had all of this come from? Where had all of this been hiding in her? His Rose….his laughter, his best friend, his new life, his family…and there she was asking if there was something wedged between the two of them? How could she notice? Not that she wasn’t bright, oh she was absolutely brilliant, but his companions often took the polar opposite road and thought that they could be in love romantically. Romanic love…how may of his past female companions had confided in him that they could love him? How many had he looked on with glances that didn’t even match the ones he gave her and yet they still saw love in his face and she still saw a rift there? By Rassilon she was brilliant.
“The TARDIS isn’t between us,” he said firmly, eyes locked on hers as her head lifted, “I’ve spent enough time with you humans to learn your language. I lived on Earth for some time…after a while I just picked it up and the TARDIS stopped translating.”
Rose’s eyes both narrowed and widened in a split second, “really?” she asked.
The Doctor nodded and sat forward in his chair, picking up the book and leafing through it in attempt to avoid her eyes again. It was an omission that his relationship with her kind was different…that his relationship with her was different and he couldn’t bring himself to show his eyes after that. He could feel them aching with tears of both frustration and adoration of her and her ability to notice something like that and the audacity to bring it up after such a traumatic adventure. That was his Rose though…always the brash, loud, unthinking, elegant, lovely, perfect woman that she was.
Suddenly her demeanor changed and she plopped down on the desk, polished fingers sliding the book out his grasp and flipping through the pages. She bit at her lip and let her eyes wander around the words in front of her for a bit before her gaze lifted to look around the room at the seemingly thousands of titles in an array of languages, “so…it really does translate…everything?” The inflection of the word made his hearts quiver in his chest.
“Yeah…of course….why the sudden interest?”
Rose clicked her tongue at him in a very flirtatious manner as her eyes stared into his, “you’re lying.”
It felt like a load of Altariun three-ton bricks had fallen on him, “ex-excuse me…wha-lying? Me? Lie?” the Doctor stammered, hands suddenly on the arms of his chair to try and push him upward.
“You’re a big, fat liar and you know it!” Rose taunted, tongue sticking out from between her teeth.
“I am most certainly not!”
“Then what about all that on the scanner in the Console room?” Rose asked, the kidding tone completely missing from her voice all of a sudden.
The Doctor fell silent, “what do you mean?” he asked finally, darkly.
“All that on the scanner screen…and the books in here…that language is on almost a quarter of all these books and the TARDIS won’t translate it. What is it? Why won’t she let me see what it means?” Rose’s questions fell from her mouth in an almost accusing tone…like he’d been keeping some big secret from her and she’d just found it out.
“It’s…it’s….” the Doctor murmured, unable to bring up something he could tell her that she would believe. How could he tell her the truth?
“It’s your language isn’t it? It’s from your planet….from Gallifrey?” Rose asked, a bold ring coming out toward the end.
The Doctor got to his feet and circled round the desk to look her in the face. His eyes were wide, confusion settling in his mind. How had she heard that name? He’d been very careful not to say it since….since the War. She couldn’t know about it…she couldn’t know about Gallifrey.
“How do you know that?” he asked, one hand going up cup her cheek, but it felt more like it was going to be pressed to her neck.
“I saw it. On one of these books. The TARDIS let me see it for second…just one…I memorized the symbol…it’s on a lot of the books in here...”
“When was this?”
“Just after you regenerated. We were on the way to New New York…it was late…I was in here looking for a book and I saw it.”
The Doctor looked her up and down, “I don’t know why she let you see it.” Was all he said and he turned away, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants.
“Why won’t it translate?” Rose asked.
“You have to be Gallifreyan or a Time Lord to understand it…just part of our culture…”
Rose nodded and licked her lips. So again there was that rift…that wall of something that he couldn’t bring down to just tell her. He had to have it all bottled up inside like it was his burden to bear alone. How daft was he to not see her standing there and screaming that she would be more than willing, nay, she would do anything to have him share his burden with her? How blind could he be? Or maybe it wasn’t him that was blind? She stood and left the room, leaving him alone.
Some hours later the Doctor was wandering back from making a cup of tea. The TARDIS had changed hallways on him again and he was faced with the door to the Console room. In the dim light he could see Rose’s shape curled up on the jump seat with a blanket wrapped around her. It looked like she’d been there for hours.
As he made his way over he saw her face bathed in the glow of the small screen affixed to the console. The shapes swirled and spun across it and Rose’s eyes were locked onto them, concentration evident on her face. The Doctor watched for a minute, she’s trying to read it…
“Hey you...” he said finally, dropping down in the seat and offered her the mug of tea that he’d originally made for himself.
Rose took it obligingly and sipped, closing her eyes as she inhaled the steam and the scent of it. It relaxed her, she realized, as she blinked back the ache from staring at the screen for what had to have been hours, “you’re up late...”
“Same goes for you…what’re you doing in here? Trying to drive, are we?” he asked with a waggle of his eyebrows which earned him a chuckle and her head on his shoulder.
“Why d’you think she let me see it?” Rose asked, not so much to him but to the Vortex in general.
“Dunno. Fluke, maybe. The old girl’s getting senile probably…” he grinned and winced a bit as he felt a tug at the back of his mind. She didn’t like being called ‘senile’.
They sat in silence for a long time, neither one’s eyes on the screen anymore. The Doctor reveled in the feeling of her close to him. She was so warm, so alive, and so very…Rose. What more could he ask for?
“There’s nothing between us…” he started suddenly, causing Rose to lift up her head and stare at him.
“No?”
He shook his head, “No. I…you….you’re brilliant, eh?”
Rose could feel a blush creeping up from her toes, “Doctor…” she whispered, but he held up a hand and stood up.
“We’ll go to London tomorrow. Not your London…well, your London but your London from a different time. How’s the Olympics sound to you?” he suddenly asked, all smiles and none of the serious and very romantic tone in his voice any longer.
“I…sure…yeah. Great. Let’s go.” Rose nodded, trying not to show the pain for the fact that she wanted their conversation to not have changed course.
“Right. Olympics. Tomorrow. See you in the morning.” He nodded and turned, but waited just long enough for her to notice his pause before he left to return to library.
Rose stared after him for a long time. Her mind whirling and her heart aching more than it had in a long, long time. She bit at her lip and sighed, her gaze turning from the doorway to the metal grating on the floor before a thought, quite literally, struck her.
Something filled her mind. It was golden, fluid, beautiful, and seemed like the most natural thing in the universe. Lights and sounds danced from behind her eyes and she heard the most beautiful words echoing in her mind. They sounded strange from the TARDIS’s need to translate everything, but she could feel the instinctual meaning behind them and it made her eyes water. Then, just as quickly as the beauty had come it was gone and Rose was left in the dim, dingy light of the console. She knew though, and she remembered.
The Doctor heard her footsteps the second she’s turned the corner to the hallway. He looked up as Rose filled the doorway to the library, but didn’t enter. She didn’t lean, she didn’t slouch, and she didn’t even seem to fit within the confines of the space of the room. She glowed with an almost ethereal presence. Then she spoke.
It took longer for him to realize that the words pouring from her mouth weren’t English than it took for her to say them and leave. He stood there, dumbfounded. The TARDIS hadn’t translated…she wasn’t speaking…well, anything. No…no…yes, she was. She was…by Rassilon….Gallifreyan…
He knew then. He knew then that she was the one. She’d said it…she’d said in his language as an omission for him to just let go and let her in.
I love you.
Some months and a universe apart later Rose Tyler fell into the seat of a desk in her room. They’d just come back from what had been hours, perhaps even days, in Pete’s jeep on a journey to a beach in Norway. No one had spoken on the ride home and all Rose could do was cry. Now though, she couldn’t. She had no more tears left.
A sheet of paper and a pen sat before her and she absently lifted the pen as her vision slid out of focus and the tacky floral wallpaper melted into a haze. She saw her whole future in this universe…Torchwood and trying to find a way home. She saw Jackie having the fairy tale life and husband she always wanted. She saw Mickey in a place with friends and a purpose. She didn’t see herself though, really. All she could see was him standing there and the two of them talking like strangers when both of them knew they were closer than most lovers in any universe. How could she have let that time slip away from her? Why hadn’t she said something more meaningful? Sure…she told him she loved him. And what had he said?
“Quite right too.” What was that? Was that his ego? Was that some fluke in their language barrier? No…he was in another universe…if the TARDIS was translating it wouldn’t be for her while she was this far away. Couldn’t he say it? He knew it was their last time to talk…couldn’t he just say it?
Rose shook herself from her thoughts. She looked down at the paper and realized during her little self-pity jaunt she’d been doodling. There, amongst the dripping and splotched ink she saw it…the same spirals, circles, lines, and fractals that crossed the screen on the console. She recognized it…she knew it. She’d seen this symbol before…in her head…in the golden din, she’d seen it. She could read it.
I love you too.
Yay! Finally some inspiration!!!!
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Genre: Angsty, fluffy, romantic all in one
Pairing: 10/Rose
Spoilers: Er, nothing you should worry about unless you haven't seen The Impossible Planet or The Satan Pit.
Summary: Sure the TARDIS translates everything, but couldn't there still be a language barrier somewhere?
The Doctor had been sitting at his desk in the library for what had felt like hours, staring down at the pages and his lips moving as he read. This regeneration couldn’t read without moving his lips and it was bothering him…well, it would have had he been thinking about it. His mind was whirling as he licked the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to turn a page, ancient lore of a Dragon that would destroy the universe pouring into his head as he turned the page.
It had been three days, relative time, since Rose had rushed back into the TARDIS and he’d hugged her like he’d never see her again. They’d rid the universe of perhaps the only real devil in existence and he had her to thank for it. Sometimes, he would wonder to himself as he would walk the endless halls as she slept, he wished the world could know what Rose Tyler had done for humanity and creation in general. He wished that she would be welcomed home by more than just Jackie whining about her being gone and Mickey the Idiot giving her the googly eyes that were always undressing her. She deserved to be met by people who would praise her for her bravery in the way her mum never could and he always wanted to…in a way that was fitting for a hero.
“What you reading?” came a soft voice from in front of him and his dark eyes lifted to see Rose standing in front of the desk.
“Mythology. What’re you up to?” the Doctor asked setting the book down on the table and leaning back in the chair.
“Just walkin’….and thinking.” She answered, letting her eyes wander around the expanse of books and shelves that seemed to take up far more space than just one room would allow.
The two hadn’t talked much since they’d returned from that ugly little hunk of rock. They’d skirted each other, avoiding gazes and words as the TARDIS spun in the Vortex to give them some rest after such an adventure. He’d been holed up in his library poring over myth after myth about beasts and devils and demons from every race he could get his hands on. None said anything about Disciples of Light that had trapped anything from before Time was Time. This bothered him…surely something as universal as a Devil of sorts would yield some kind of common history, but no. He’d been locked in that room for most of their resting time, pausing only to walk the halls as Rose slept fitfully in her bed with dreams of demons and wolves and fire and light leaping just of reach from her consciousness. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore…he’d almost lost her, realized it, and felt the ultimate pain of never seeing her face or hearing her laugh again. That worried him. Never had he felt that way over a loss of a Companion.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, tongue running over his lips thoughtfully as he prayed that she wouldn’t bring up anything from the last few days. He was on overdrive about it now and his mind couldn’t take the thought of trying to reason out his feelings with her in the room. No, that time was meant for when she was asleep or at Jackie’s and he had a lot of time and a large bottle of something strong.
“The TARDIS translates everything, yeah? Written down…when we’re speakin’….all that?”
The Doctor nodded, “you know it does.”
“So…all this…how we’re talking now…it’s really in two languages? It’s not really in English?”
One eyebrow cocked behind his glasses and he sat up a bit, “what are you getting at?”
Rose shrugged, her shoulder wrapped in a grey hoodie slumped just a bit as her eyes searched the ground and pointedly avoided him, “I mean…you’re an alien…you speak another language an’ all that. So…we’re not saying the same things...” he voice trailed off and shook a little.
“Why yes, Captain Obvious….” He tried to grin at her, but the tension seemed to suck any kind of joke into a black hole that rivaled the one they’d escaped from not a week ago.
“See? Things like that…any kind of saying or something…in your language it could be something completely different than it is to me. The TARDIS just translates it for me…you’re not actually sayin’ it, you know? So all this…when we talk…it’s not…there’s something in between us. The TARDIS is...” she couldn’t finish the sentence with the way her voice was shaking. In Rose’s mind there was something so very small yet so very large that separated the two of them….maybe it was language…maybe something else…but it was there. And to her, really, if it weren’t there then maybe they wouldn’t be avoiding each other the way they had been for the last few days.
The Doctor stared at her. Where had all of this come from? Where had all of this been hiding in her? His Rose….his laughter, his best friend, his new life, his family…and there she was asking if there was something wedged between the two of them? How could she notice? Not that she wasn’t bright, oh she was absolutely brilliant, but his companions often took the polar opposite road and thought that they could be in love romantically. Romanic love…how may of his past female companions had confided in him that they could love him? How many had he looked on with glances that didn’t even match the ones he gave her and yet they still saw love in his face and she still saw a rift there? By Rassilon she was brilliant.
“The TARDIS isn’t between us,” he said firmly, eyes locked on hers as her head lifted, “I’ve spent enough time with you humans to learn your language. I lived on Earth for some time…after a while I just picked it up and the TARDIS stopped translating.”
Rose’s eyes both narrowed and widened in a split second, “really?” she asked.
The Doctor nodded and sat forward in his chair, picking up the book and leafing through it in attempt to avoid her eyes again. It was an omission that his relationship with her kind was different…that his relationship with her was different and he couldn’t bring himself to show his eyes after that. He could feel them aching with tears of both frustration and adoration of her and her ability to notice something like that and the audacity to bring it up after such a traumatic adventure. That was his Rose though…always the brash, loud, unthinking, elegant, lovely, perfect woman that she was.
Suddenly her demeanor changed and she plopped down on the desk, polished fingers sliding the book out his grasp and flipping through the pages. She bit at her lip and let her eyes wander around the words in front of her for a bit before her gaze lifted to look around the room at the seemingly thousands of titles in an array of languages, “so…it really does translate…everything?” The inflection of the word made his hearts quiver in his chest.
“Yeah…of course….why the sudden interest?”
Rose clicked her tongue at him in a very flirtatious manner as her eyes stared into his, “you’re lying.”
It felt like a load of Altariun three-ton bricks had fallen on him, “ex-excuse me…wha-lying? Me? Lie?” the Doctor stammered, hands suddenly on the arms of his chair to try and push him upward.
“You’re a big, fat liar and you know it!” Rose taunted, tongue sticking out from between her teeth.
“I am most certainly not!”
“Then what about all that on the scanner in the Console room?” Rose asked, the kidding tone completely missing from her voice all of a sudden.
The Doctor fell silent, “what do you mean?” he asked finally, darkly.
“All that on the scanner screen…and the books in here…that language is on almost a quarter of all these books and the TARDIS won’t translate it. What is it? Why won’t she let me see what it means?” Rose’s questions fell from her mouth in an almost accusing tone…like he’d been keeping some big secret from her and she’d just found it out.
“It’s…it’s….” the Doctor murmured, unable to bring up something he could tell her that she would believe. How could he tell her the truth?
“It’s your language isn’t it? It’s from your planet….from Gallifrey?” Rose asked, a bold ring coming out toward the end.
The Doctor got to his feet and circled round the desk to look her in the face. His eyes were wide, confusion settling in his mind. How had she heard that name? He’d been very careful not to say it since….since the War. She couldn’t know about it…she couldn’t know about Gallifrey.
“How do you know that?” he asked, one hand going up cup her cheek, but it felt more like it was going to be pressed to her neck.
“I saw it. On one of these books. The TARDIS let me see it for second…just one…I memorized the symbol…it’s on a lot of the books in here...”
“When was this?”
“Just after you regenerated. We were on the way to New New York…it was late…I was in here looking for a book and I saw it.”
The Doctor looked her up and down, “I don’t know why she let you see it.” Was all he said and he turned away, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants.
“Why won’t it translate?” Rose asked.
“You have to be Gallifreyan or a Time Lord to understand it…just part of our culture…”
Rose nodded and licked her lips. So again there was that rift…that wall of something that he couldn’t bring down to just tell her. He had to have it all bottled up inside like it was his burden to bear alone. How daft was he to not see her standing there and screaming that she would be more than willing, nay, she would do anything to have him share his burden with her? How blind could he be? Or maybe it wasn’t him that was blind? She stood and left the room, leaving him alone.
Some hours later the Doctor was wandering back from making a cup of tea. The TARDIS had changed hallways on him again and he was faced with the door to the Console room. In the dim light he could see Rose’s shape curled up on the jump seat with a blanket wrapped around her. It looked like she’d been there for hours.
As he made his way over he saw her face bathed in the glow of the small screen affixed to the console. The shapes swirled and spun across it and Rose’s eyes were locked onto them, concentration evident on her face. The Doctor watched for a minute, she’s trying to read it…
“Hey you...” he said finally, dropping down in the seat and offered her the mug of tea that he’d originally made for himself.
Rose took it obligingly and sipped, closing her eyes as she inhaled the steam and the scent of it. It relaxed her, she realized, as she blinked back the ache from staring at the screen for what had to have been hours, “you’re up late...”
“Same goes for you…what’re you doing in here? Trying to drive, are we?” he asked with a waggle of his eyebrows which earned him a chuckle and her head on his shoulder.
“Why d’you think she let me see it?” Rose asked, not so much to him but to the Vortex in general.
“Dunno. Fluke, maybe. The old girl’s getting senile probably…” he grinned and winced a bit as he felt a tug at the back of his mind. She didn’t like being called ‘senile’.
They sat in silence for a long time, neither one’s eyes on the screen anymore. The Doctor reveled in the feeling of her close to him. She was so warm, so alive, and so very…Rose. What more could he ask for?
“There’s nothing between us…” he started suddenly, causing Rose to lift up her head and stare at him.
“No?”
He shook his head, “No. I…you….you’re brilliant, eh?”
Rose could feel a blush creeping up from her toes, “Doctor…” she whispered, but he held up a hand and stood up.
“We’ll go to London tomorrow. Not your London…well, your London but your London from a different time. How’s the Olympics sound to you?” he suddenly asked, all smiles and none of the serious and very romantic tone in his voice any longer.
“I…sure…yeah. Great. Let’s go.” Rose nodded, trying not to show the pain for the fact that she wanted their conversation to not have changed course.
“Right. Olympics. Tomorrow. See you in the morning.” He nodded and turned, but waited just long enough for her to notice his pause before he left to return to library.
Rose stared after him for a long time. Her mind whirling and her heart aching more than it had in a long, long time. She bit at her lip and sighed, her gaze turning from the doorway to the metal grating on the floor before a thought, quite literally, struck her.
Something filled her mind. It was golden, fluid, beautiful, and seemed like the most natural thing in the universe. Lights and sounds danced from behind her eyes and she heard the most beautiful words echoing in her mind. They sounded strange from the TARDIS’s need to translate everything, but she could feel the instinctual meaning behind them and it made her eyes water. Then, just as quickly as the beauty had come it was gone and Rose was left in the dim, dingy light of the console. She knew though, and she remembered.
The Doctor heard her footsteps the second she’s turned the corner to the hallway. He looked up as Rose filled the doorway to the library, but didn’t enter. She didn’t lean, she didn’t slouch, and she didn’t even seem to fit within the confines of the space of the room. She glowed with an almost ethereal presence. Then she spoke.
It took longer for him to realize that the words pouring from her mouth weren’t English than it took for her to say them and leave. He stood there, dumbfounded. The TARDIS hadn’t translated…she wasn’t speaking…well, anything. No…no…yes, she was. She was…by Rassilon….Gallifreyan…
He knew then. He knew then that she was the one. She’d said it…she’d said in his language as an omission for him to just let go and let her in.
I love you.
Some months and a universe apart later Rose Tyler fell into the seat of a desk in her room. They’d just come back from what had been hours, perhaps even days, in Pete’s jeep on a journey to a beach in Norway. No one had spoken on the ride home and all Rose could do was cry. Now though, she couldn’t. She had no more tears left.
A sheet of paper and a pen sat before her and she absently lifted the pen as her vision slid out of focus and the tacky floral wallpaper melted into a haze. She saw her whole future in this universe…Torchwood and trying to find a way home. She saw Jackie having the fairy tale life and husband she always wanted. She saw Mickey in a place with friends and a purpose. She didn’t see herself though, really. All she could see was him standing there and the two of them talking like strangers when both of them knew they were closer than most lovers in any universe. How could she have let that time slip away from her? Why hadn’t she said something more meaningful? Sure…she told him she loved him. And what had he said?
“Quite right too.” What was that? Was that his ego? Was that some fluke in their language barrier? No…he was in another universe…if the TARDIS was translating it wouldn’t be for her while she was this far away. Couldn’t he say it? He knew it was their last time to talk…couldn’t he just say it?
Rose shook herself from her thoughts. She looked down at the paper and realized during her little self-pity jaunt she’d been doodling. There, amongst the dripping and splotched ink she saw it…the same spirals, circles, lines, and fractals that crossed the screen on the console. She recognized it…she knew it. She’d seen this symbol before…in her head…in the golden din, she’d seen it. She could read it.
I love you too.
Yay! Finally some inspiration!!!!