Fake.
This wasn’t her world, the one where the skies were not filled with zeppelins and had been born. This Earth, it paled in comparison, one day here, one day and she hated it more than she had hated any place in her life, it didn’t feel real. It felt empty and colourless. It felt cold.
For almost a week she had searched the skies or locked herself away in her room. A week without the Doctor and it was killing her inside. But she wasn’t the only one who seemed to be hurting so deeply inside; she couldn’t help but watch Jake at work. Even though he seemed to be close to Mickey, she knew the look he was trying to hide because it was once she wore herself.
Hours turned into days and the pain didn’t seem to ebb away, everything seemed to hurt and the only thing that made the hurting stop was Jake and her need to make him happy, to take his pain away. Yet she knew that his pain wasn’t something that could be fixed, he’d lost someone in his life too, and he’d lost Ricky.
Rose found him once night in the parking lot, slumped over the wheel of his van crying, a photo of him and Ricky in his hands. Her heart broken when she saw him crying like that and she knew that she couldn’t just leave him alone to his pain. Even if that was what he wanted.
Knocking on the window she smiled guiltily when he jumped, he watched her, wiped his eyes and opened the door, slipping out of the van. Rose drove him home as he was in no state to drive himself and the two of them talking for hours. Crying, comforting, listening and understanding, something no-one else seemed to be able to do at the time. They laughed about the good times, told stories of the things they had gotten up to until, almost suddenly, they were kissing.
Solace.
Both of them so hurt that they clawed for any shred of happiness they could find, even if it wasn’t real and it couldn’t last. The kiss intensified, it was all about making themselves and each other feel better. Clothes were removed, hands wandered, bodies touched skin to skin. They had sex on the couch, it was raw and needy, and there was nothing loving about it. Both of them dropped to the base need for comfort and the feeling of being needed and from the moment they kissed to the moment Rose left his apartment hours later. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t nice, but for those few hours it had been.
For almost a week she had searched the skies or locked herself away in her room. A week without the Doctor and it was killing her inside. But she wasn’t the only one who seemed to be hurting so deeply inside; she couldn’t help but watch Jake at work. Even though he seemed to be close to Mickey, she knew the look he was trying to hide because it was once she wore herself.
Hours turned into days and the pain didn’t seem to ebb away, everything seemed to hurt and the only thing that made the hurting stop was Jake and her need to make him happy, to take his pain away. Yet she knew that his pain wasn’t something that could be fixed, he’d lost someone in his life too, and he’d lost Ricky.
Rose found him once night in the parking lot, slumped over the wheel of his van crying, a photo of him and Ricky in his hands. Her heart broken when she saw him crying like that and she knew that she couldn’t just leave him alone to his pain. Even if that was what he wanted.
Knocking on the window she smiled guiltily when he jumped, he watched her, wiped his eyes and opened the door, slipping out of the van. Rose drove him home as he was in no state to drive himself and the two of them talking for hours. Crying, comforting, listening and understanding, something no-one else seemed to be able to do at the time. They laughed about the good times, told stories of the things they had gotten up to until, almost suddenly, they were kissing.
Solace.
Both of them so hurt that they clawed for any shred of happiness they could find, even if it wasn’t real and it couldn’t last. The kiss intensified, it was all about making themselves and each other feel better. Clothes were removed, hands wandered, bodies touched skin to skin. They had sex on the couch, it was raw and needy, and there was nothing loving about it. Both of them dropped to the base need for comfort and the feeling of being needed and from the moment they kissed to the moment Rose left his apartment hours later. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t nice, but for those few hours it had been.