Impossible Was Always Just a Word (1/?)
Title: Impossible Was Always Just a Word (1/?)
Characters: Rose Tyler, The Doctor, Jack Harkness, AU Jack
Warning: Seen Doomsday? Allon-sy! No, wait… spoilers for 2x09 of Torchwood and quick reference to a quote from 2x12 "Fragments".
Note: After my first fic, Always Moving On, (more than 1/2 a year now since I wrote it) was so well received I haven't had the courage to write another. So a massive thank you to all those who commented on that fic since it was when I looked back on them that I decided to make an attempt at writing. A BIG BIG shout out to my beta and inspiration,
kateg123
x-posted to a few comms =] Sorry if the F-List is flooded
The alarm clock rang out its shrill tones but was quickly silenced with the resounding thwack from a pale arm belonging to the flushed resident lying in the double bed. Sunlight burst through her slightly parted velvet curtains as the room swam into focus in front of her. She raised an arm to her head, groaning slightly as she did so. Must have been one hell of a night. Her arms were still shaking from the hectic activities of the night before and her stomach felt slightly bloated. Probably was the spicy food - it never did agree with her although she suspected that part of it was due to that horrible priestess who’d sworn to curse her after she’d asked for an extra spicy chicken soup. Well, it wasn’t exactly her fault; how was she to know that the woman had a secret fetish for those clucking animals? In hindsight, she supposed that the nickname of the priestess should have given her a slight clue - Hen, a shortened version of Henna she supposed.
She snorted slightly as she thought of how her thoughts wandered and drifted so quickly nowadays. Having been alone for so many years had meant that she’d had a lot of time to think. Especially in the Year that Never Was. As the room sharpened into adequate vision and things stopped being so blurry, she clapped her hands in delight as she caught sight of the beautiful white, flowing wedding dress hanging on her wardrobe door. Finding something close to love was hard after she’d been torn away from her lover, all that time ago. Yet she knew she owed it to her family and to him, to have a fantastic life. It didn’t mean that she couldn’t hope though, she would never lose hope. One day, she’d find him but until then all she could do was keep fighting and defending the Earth.
Only falling in love hadn’t been part of her plans but Jack had somehow taken that space in her heart and refused to budge. Rather like a certain Jack she once knew, his doppelganger was the spitting image - the tousled brown hair and bright blue eyes drew her to Jack in a way no other man did. He reminded her of the life she once led and sometimes she knew that this was the universe’s way of making sure she wasn’t alone. She’d get lost in those blue eyes of Jack’s and they would haunt her dreams except at times like those, the hair would shorten rapidly and turn black, the ears would extend and that hard chiselled face would glow with that soft, big and adorably cheesy smile he reserved for her and her only. But he was gone, forever. A film of tears threatened to well up at the memory before she angrily wiped them away, determined not to break down. Not on her wedding day, thank you very much. This was her one link to reality, the only contact she had with the outside world when she wasn’t occupied with monsters and haunting voices - both in her head and outside of it and she wasn’t going to miss this one chance at having a “normal” life. She knew her mother would be pleased; at last, she would be settling down and maybe having a kid or two in the foreseeable future. Yet in her heart she knew that any children she had would always be in danger - a trait they’d inherit from her, “How to attract trouble by just standing still - Guaranteed to Work”.
She swung herself round the side of the bed, the silver key around her neck swinging slightly as she did so. Sometimes, if she listened carefully she could hear a faint dual heartbeat still drumming. With that sound came memories - memories of laughter, running and spilt sugar all over the grating layered in with other recollections of white walls, promises and beaches that went on for miles and miles yet they never ran far enough.
Once again, she chastised herself for letting her mind wander and started to get up. Her blonde hair obscured her view slightly but even then it didn’t cover the beach ball below her breasts. She raised her head as she stood up slowly to look in the mirror, her movements hesitant yet surprised. As she saw what had happened she took a step back quickly and slipped on her towel, crashing ungracefully onto the floor. Yet her bruised bottom hardly took priority at the moment as she stared, captivated, at her reflection in the mirror.
“Doctor, if I ever by some chance see you again I’ll kiss you. Then I’ll do Jack bloody Harkness a favour and kill you”, she thought as her fingers clumsily punched out the number to the phone in her mother’s bedroom. A slight smile graced her soft lips as she envisaged her mother’s reaction to the sudden event that had fallen into her timeline. It should have been impossible yet she knew that impossible was just a casual throwaway phrase for her. But how the hell was Rose Tyler going to explain that she’d become pregnant, overnight? She thought, or maybe she wistfully imagined, that she could sense a slight increase in the rate of the heartbeat as the key rested on her neck and she laughed softly. The Doctor was going to need all the adrenaline he could get for when Jackie Tyler found out that her eldest child was pregnant, on her wedding day to another man, he was going to have start running fast. Parallel universe or not.
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[♥] If anyone mem's/reccs this then I seriously would add you and <3 you more than Doctor Who. Which is "impossible" but heyho ;]
[♥] Hope you enjoyed it
Characters: Rose Tyler, The Doctor, Jack Harkness, AU Jack
Warning: Seen Doomsday? Allon-sy! No, wait… spoilers for 2x09 of Torchwood and quick reference to a quote from 2x12 "Fragments".
Note: After my first fic, Always Moving On, (more than 1/2 a year now since I wrote it) was so well received I haven't had the courage to write another. So a massive thank you to all those who commented on that fic since it was when I looked back on them that I decided to make an attempt at writing. A BIG BIG shout out to my beta and inspiration,
kateg123
x-posted to a few comms =] Sorry if the F-List is flooded
The alarm clock rang out its shrill tones but was quickly silenced with the resounding thwack from a pale arm belonging to the flushed resident lying in the double bed. Sunlight burst through her slightly parted velvet curtains as the room swam into focus in front of her. She raised an arm to her head, groaning slightly as she did so. Must have been one hell of a night. Her arms were still shaking from the hectic activities of the night before and her stomach felt slightly bloated. Probably was the spicy food - it never did agree with her although she suspected that part of it was due to that horrible priestess who’d sworn to curse her after she’d asked for an extra spicy chicken soup. Well, it wasn’t exactly her fault; how was she to know that the woman had a secret fetish for those clucking animals? In hindsight, she supposed that the nickname of the priestess should have given her a slight clue - Hen, a shortened version of Henna she supposed.
She snorted slightly as she thought of how her thoughts wandered and drifted so quickly nowadays. Having been alone for so many years had meant that she’d had a lot of time to think. Especially in the Year that Never Was. As the room sharpened into adequate vision and things stopped being so blurry, she clapped her hands in delight as she caught sight of the beautiful white, flowing wedding dress hanging on her wardrobe door. Finding something close to love was hard after she’d been torn away from her lover, all that time ago. Yet she knew she owed it to her family and to him, to have a fantastic life. It didn’t mean that she couldn’t hope though, she would never lose hope. One day, she’d find him but until then all she could do was keep fighting and defending the Earth.
Only falling in love hadn’t been part of her plans but Jack had somehow taken that space in her heart and refused to budge. Rather like a certain Jack she once knew, his doppelganger was the spitting image - the tousled brown hair and bright blue eyes drew her to Jack in a way no other man did. He reminded her of the life she once led and sometimes she knew that this was the universe’s way of making sure she wasn’t alone. She’d get lost in those blue eyes of Jack’s and they would haunt her dreams except at times like those, the hair would shorten rapidly and turn black, the ears would extend and that hard chiselled face would glow with that soft, big and adorably cheesy smile he reserved for her and her only. But he was gone, forever. A film of tears threatened to well up at the memory before she angrily wiped them away, determined not to break down. Not on her wedding day, thank you very much. This was her one link to reality, the only contact she had with the outside world when she wasn’t occupied with monsters and haunting voices - both in her head and outside of it and she wasn’t going to miss this one chance at having a “normal” life. She knew her mother would be pleased; at last, she would be settling down and maybe having a kid or two in the foreseeable future. Yet in her heart she knew that any children she had would always be in danger - a trait they’d inherit from her, “How to attract trouble by just standing still - Guaranteed to Work”.
She swung herself round the side of the bed, the silver key around her neck swinging slightly as she did so. Sometimes, if she listened carefully she could hear a faint dual heartbeat still drumming. With that sound came memories - memories of laughter, running and spilt sugar all over the grating layered in with other recollections of white walls, promises and beaches that went on for miles and miles yet they never ran far enough.
Once again, she chastised herself for letting her mind wander and started to get up. Her blonde hair obscured her view slightly but even then it didn’t cover the beach ball below her breasts. She raised her head as she stood up slowly to look in the mirror, her movements hesitant yet surprised. As she saw what had happened she took a step back quickly and slipped on her towel, crashing ungracefully onto the floor. Yet her bruised bottom hardly took priority at the moment as she stared, captivated, at her reflection in the mirror.
“Doctor, if I ever by some chance see you again I’ll kiss you. Then I’ll do Jack bloody Harkness a favour and kill you”, she thought as her fingers clumsily punched out the number to the phone in her mother’s bedroom. A slight smile graced her soft lips as she envisaged her mother’s reaction to the sudden event that had fallen into her timeline. It should have been impossible yet she knew that impossible was just a casual throwaway phrase for her. But how the hell was Rose Tyler going to explain that she’d become pregnant, overnight? She thought, or maybe she wistfully imagined, that she could sense a slight increase in the rate of the heartbeat as the key rested on her neck and she laughed softly. The Doctor was going to need all the adrenaline he could get for when Jackie Tyler found out that her eldest child was pregnant, on her wedding day to another man, he was going to have start running fast. Parallel universe or not.
[♥] Comments really do mean the world + more.
[♥] If anyone mem's/reccs this then I seriously would add you and <3 you more than Doctor Who. Which is "impossible" but heyho ;]
[♥] Hope you enjoyed it