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Character: Rose Tyler
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 591
Prompt: First image: Mothers! Even when they’re wrong...They’re right!
Setting: Sometime before Doomsday and right after Journey’s End.
The Doctor was never far from her thoughts. When she’d wake up, during work, and then on her routine trip back to the estate for the evening, he was always there stamped into her mind, heart. Even when she would hide it from everyone else, deny it from everyone else, getting called up on it several times by Mickey. She would often wonder if he was still alone or if he had picked up another companion and had simply forgotten her. The latter thought though would never settle well and would often cause her some sleepless nights. Such as she found herself having tonight, second one in the week, with her back rested against the headboard, her hair an utter mess. The only company amidst the darkness in her room was her thoughts, which all revolved around that certain alien and what her mum had said again earlier that evening.
Rose breathed, thinking back, while she understood her mum’s worry, it was only to a certain point however. It didn’t mean that she agreed with the advice given every now and then. The typical advice speech, as she liked to refer to it, always went in one ear and out the other. Moving on and living the normal human life was simply not for her. Even if during her stay she lived a semi normal one, which was dull in comparison and only had one goal in mind even if the small percentage of it actually being possible was hard to reach. She still held firm to her belief that she’d see him again.
There were issues upon issues of differences that her mum would at times bring up and try to get it through her head, such as their species, their ages, and the fact that her lifespan was only a blink of an eye for him. But she didn’t care to hear it. Getting to travel amongst the stars, seeing different things for the rest of her days was something that to her, for how she felt and had experienced, was worth the wait, even if she found herself still stranded in this parallel world for however much longer be it twenty years or more.
She had promised him forever, after all. Even if they were universes apart, she was going to stick to her vow. A chance would present itself, whether it would be her doing or his. And with that small hopeful thought in mind, Rose settled back down to bed, shutting her eyes trying to sleep but it proved difficult as her mum’s words ran in her ears.
“You’ll just be this strange woman wandering about. Not even human. You won’t be Rose Tyler, anymore, sweetheart. You're better off here.”
Those words were often repeated at times depending on the scale of the argument, of course Rose knew that her mum was wrong and was set on proving it.
The years passed and while Rose had gotten back only to find herself once again on that same old bloody beach that she promised herself she would never see again, she turned to look at her mum just staring at her now as the man in the blue suit stood behind her still with his hand gripping hers and the wind whipping at her hair but Jackie didn’t utter a single word and Rose was grateful for it since at the moment she really couldn’t cope with that. There was a lot of thinking to be done in the days ahead but for now there was mourning.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 591
Prompt: First image: Mothers! Even when they’re wrong...They’re right!
Setting: Sometime before Doomsday and right after Journey’s End.
The Doctor was never far from her thoughts. When she’d wake up, during work, and then on her routine trip back to the estate for the evening, he was always there stamped into her mind, heart. Even when she would hide it from everyone else, deny it from everyone else, getting called up on it several times by Mickey. She would often wonder if he was still alone or if he had picked up another companion and had simply forgotten her. The latter thought though would never settle well and would often cause her some sleepless nights. Such as she found herself having tonight, second one in the week, with her back rested against the headboard, her hair an utter mess. The only company amidst the darkness in her room was her thoughts, which all revolved around that certain alien and what her mum had said again earlier that evening.
Rose breathed, thinking back, while she understood her mum’s worry, it was only to a certain point however. It didn’t mean that she agreed with the advice given every now and then. The typical advice speech, as she liked to refer to it, always went in one ear and out the other. Moving on and living the normal human life was simply not for her. Even if during her stay she lived a semi normal one, which was dull in comparison and only had one goal in mind even if the small percentage of it actually being possible was hard to reach. She still held firm to her belief that she’d see him again.
There were issues upon issues of differences that her mum would at times bring up and try to get it through her head, such as their species, their ages, and the fact that her lifespan was only a blink of an eye for him. But she didn’t care to hear it. Getting to travel amongst the stars, seeing different things for the rest of her days was something that to her, for how she felt and had experienced, was worth the wait, even if she found herself still stranded in this parallel world for however much longer be it twenty years or more.
She had promised him forever, after all. Even if they were universes apart, she was going to stick to her vow. A chance would present itself, whether it would be her doing or his. And with that small hopeful thought in mind, Rose settled back down to bed, shutting her eyes trying to sleep but it proved difficult as her mum’s words ran in her ears.
“You’ll just be this strange woman wandering about. Not even human. You won’t be Rose Tyler, anymore, sweetheart. You're better off here.”
Those words were often repeated at times depending on the scale of the argument, of course Rose knew that her mum was wrong and was set on proving it.
The years passed and while Rose had gotten back only to find herself once again on that same old bloody beach that she promised herself she would never see again, she turned to look at her mum just staring at her now as the man in the blue suit stood behind her still with his hand gripping hers and the wind whipping at her hair but Jackie didn’t utter a single word and Rose was grateful for it since at the moment she really couldn’t cope with that. There was a lot of thinking to be done in the days ahead but for now there was mourning.