Fic: Nineteen (Doctor/Rose)

[intrikate88]

Title: Nineteen
Author: intrikate88
Word Count: 151
Spoilers: “Doomsday”
Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose
Summary: She’s always nineteen for him.

She’s nineteen when she meets him, but not really. He suspects she’s lied about her age, but doesn’t know for sure until they travel from 2005 to 1987, and see her at six months old. He never says anything about it

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[intrikate88]

Wibbly wobbly timey wimey whatsit indeed. As far as I can remember, and I could be wrong since my mind is more in Hellenistic mystery religions and post-colonial theory at the moment and this fic was a mental burp, Rose told the Doctor she was nineteen in the first or second ep. I believe that "Father's Day" took place in November of 1987, which means that Rose was seventeen when she met the Doctor. Even though they came back a year later in 2006, by her measurement it was only a few days later, so she was still physically seventeen. Unless the timeline places "Rose" in 2004 and her "World War Three" return in 2005, in which case she'd be sixteen. (Feeling Buffy vibes here.) So I'm not sure about the specifics, but I am pretty sure she was NOT nineteen in "Rose", and I don't know how the laws go in the UK, but that would be she wasn't legally an adult by US laws, which is a whole 'nother can of worms. (And adds to my lingering feeling there's some dark undercurrent to DW that I haven't figured out yet.)

...and that explanation was possibly longer than the fic itself. Really, I just liked the parallels of her saying she was nineteen when she met him, and really being nineteen when she left him two years later. It's a balance echo-y thing! Like poetry and literary devices! *beams*

Thanks for commenting.

[intrikate88]

It IS so complicated. It's such crack. :P

Oh, I totally didn't interpret your comment as picking, I just tend to ramble. I sometimes wonder if there's nothing for my future but to become a professor or something just because I cannot shut up with the analysis. Like, ever. And DW is ripe for it. But I'm glad you thought it was a lovely fic. *g*