It had been three months since he had seen her. Six months since he was made, created... trapped in a human body and left to do as he would. Rose had left, left him to try to "figure things out
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Wearing only a light pink t-shirt and cotton shorts, Rose was busy doing paper work. Only a dim lamp in the corner and the blue glow of her laptop on the paper filled kitchen table was the light in the whole flat. It had gotten to the point where that's all she was doing these days.
After the initial heartache and guilt she felt from doing what she did and saying what she said, she dove into her work.
It didn't help, really.
Torchwood was all about protecting the Earth, and aliens, and alien technology- all were reminders of her short time with her Doctor.
HER Doctor.
She didn't have one at all now. Not that she deserved one.
She had thought he didn't deserve her, but these three months had proven that it was the exact opposite
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He had been figiting outside the door, torn between hoping she'd open and praying she wasn't home. And when she did open the door he was taken aback. His Rose, armed. He almost laughed, it was very late, he was rather proud.
"Hello" was all he could manage to get out before running a hand through his already tousled hair. She was beautiful, though he always found her most stunning when she wasn't all dolled up, but rather just as she was. His clothing should give away who he actually was, behind the copied body.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him how sorry she was, how she missed him. THIS him, not the one traveling without her in her original world.
But all that came out was a bitter, "What are you doing here?"
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After the initial heartache and guilt she felt from doing what she did and saying what she said, she dove into her work.
It didn't help, really.
Torchwood was all about protecting the Earth, and aliens, and alien technology- all were reminders of her short time with her Doctor.
HER Doctor.
She didn't have one at all now. Not that she deserved one.
She had thought he didn't deserve her, but these three months had proven that it was the exact opposite ( ... )
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"Hello" was all he could manage to get out before running a hand through his already tousled hair. She was beautiful, though he always found her most stunning when she wasn't all dolled up, but rather just as she was. His clothing should give away who he actually was, behind the copied body.
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But all that came out was a bitter, "What are you doing here?"
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"Coming to talk to you. I had to come back and see you, Rose"
He wants to reach out to touch her, to hug her.
"I missed you" he whispers, almost inaudible.
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