licenseartistic July Quote Fic
Title / Prompt.“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams." Jeremy Irons
Character. Rose Tyler
Warnings (if any.) End of Season Spoiler warnings.
Your character's fandom. Doctor Who
Word count. 413
Rating. U
Disclaimer. I do not own Rose Tyler or the characters connected to her. They are the property of the BBC and the writers and creators of the show.
The dreams don’t come any more, at least not the ones she hopes for. A voice, so soft as it calls out her name.
“Rose.”
That name once came to her in her sleep, it once beckoned her on. But now the dream is over. There is nothing left.
No voice on the wind. No chances of another tomorrow, not like the yesterdays she used to live. Everything seemed so empty to her now, and those last words haunted her to the end, too many things left unsaid, too many hopes crushed in a single action.
Dårlig ulv stranden was the palce, the one when she felt all hope abandon her, it was the first real time he has ever been wrong about her, been wrong about his Rose.
“Here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have.“
Living. She was far from living. Stuck between the emptiness of her future and the pain of the past. Rose Tyler. Saver of worlds.
How could she save them when she couldn’t save herself?
She would smile and tell her mother she was fine, Jackie didn’t need to hear of her daughter’s pain, not with the baby on the way. And Mickey, he was too busy playing hero with Jake to see past the bright smiles anymore. But the pain was there, eating her up inside and soon the smiles wouldn’t hide it. Soon it would be too much.
In this world there was no sign of the Doctor. Only a few knew of his existence and within time they would all fade away, just like the Doctor had done from Rose’s life. All that would be left would be rumours and a key. A key that hung on a chain over the mirror in Roses room. The key to the place she really belonged. A key to the TARDIS. Her home.
And soon that would be meaningless, just another key that unlocked some unknown door. Everyone who knew what it opened would be gone and the Doctor would live on.
Everything died for her that day on the beach, dreams fell apart, memories too painful to re-live and the Doctor and his time machine, lost to her forever.
Before him she had no real drive, no ambition. He made her live, took her hand and gave her life. Now, the Doctor and his time machine were gone. And so was everything she had ever dreamed of.
Character. Rose Tyler
Warnings (if any.) End of Season Spoiler warnings.
Your character's fandom. Doctor Who
Word count. 413
Rating. U
Disclaimer. I do not own Rose Tyler or the characters connected to her. They are the property of the BBC and the writers and creators of the show.
The dreams don’t come any more, at least not the ones she hopes for. A voice, so soft as it calls out her name.
“Rose.”
That name once came to her in her sleep, it once beckoned her on. But now the dream is over. There is nothing left.
No voice on the wind. No chances of another tomorrow, not like the yesterdays she used to live. Everything seemed so empty to her now, and those last words haunted her to the end, too many things left unsaid, too many hopes crushed in a single action.
Dårlig ulv stranden was the palce, the one when she felt all hope abandon her, it was the first real time he has ever been wrong about her, been wrong about his Rose.
“Here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have.“
Living. She was far from living. Stuck between the emptiness of her future and the pain of the past. Rose Tyler. Saver of worlds.
How could she save them when she couldn’t save herself?
She would smile and tell her mother she was fine, Jackie didn’t need to hear of her daughter’s pain, not with the baby on the way. And Mickey, he was too busy playing hero with Jake to see past the bright smiles anymore. But the pain was there, eating her up inside and soon the smiles wouldn’t hide it. Soon it would be too much.
In this world there was no sign of the Doctor. Only a few knew of his existence and within time they would all fade away, just like the Doctor had done from Rose’s life. All that would be left would be rumours and a key. A key that hung on a chain over the mirror in Roses room. The key to the place she really belonged. A key to the TARDIS. Her home.
And soon that would be meaningless, just another key that unlocked some unknown door. Everyone who knew what it opened would be gone and the Doctor would live on.
Everything died for her that day on the beach, dreams fell apart, memories too painful to re-live and the Doctor and his time machine, lost to her forever.
Before him she had no real drive, no ambition. He made her live, took her hand and gave her life. Now, the Doctor and his time machine were gone. And so was everything she had ever dreamed of.