50 Minotaur Lane B [Wednesday, October 10, Morning]
Rose dreamed.
It was more a memory than a dream. The windswept beach, the Time Lord in a suit, except this wasn't the Time Lord she wanted to see in her dreams. She glared at him.
"Now, Rose," he said, lips pursed, as if pouting, "I think I'm hurt, trying to forget me and all the glorious things I've done to your backward little planet. That's not nice."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Touchy," Saxon said, he fixed his tie before moving to the edge to throw a pebble. Rose entertained a momentary thought of pushing him off the ledge. "And I believe, I'm the one in hell, not you, dear girl."
"You're dead."
Saxon smirked, "Well, you should know, shouldn't you?"
Rose had enough, she walked past him, "Saxon, get out of my head."
"That's 'Master' to you."
She barked out a laugh, "I never called you that when you were alive what makes you think I'd start now?"
The wind whipped up a frenzy and the waves crashed, she shivered, it was so cold. A seagull danced around the shoreline, squawking. She'd been so distracted by the seagull she didn't realize how near Saxon was until he spoke.
"Because," he began, right next to her ear, even in this dream she could feel his breath, felt his skin, cooler than a Human. She froze when she felt him stroke her hair, "Because unlike your precious Doctor, I will never leave you, dear girl."
Rose swung around and found Saxon gone but his laughter echoed in the bay.
That was when she woke-up.
(ooc: spoilers for Doctor Who S3, continuation of Saxon plot)
It was more a memory than a dream. The windswept beach, the Time Lord in a suit, except this wasn't the Time Lord she wanted to see in her dreams. She glared at him.
"Now, Rose," he said, lips pursed, as if pouting, "I think I'm hurt, trying to forget me and all the glorious things I've done to your backward little planet. That's not nice."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Touchy," Saxon said, he fixed his tie before moving to the edge to throw a pebble. Rose entertained a momentary thought of pushing him off the ledge. "And I believe, I'm the one in hell, not you, dear girl."
"You're dead."
Saxon smirked, "Well, you should know, shouldn't you?"
Rose had enough, she walked past him, "Saxon, get out of my head."
"That's 'Master' to you."
She barked out a laugh, "I never called you that when you were alive what makes you think I'd start now?"
The wind whipped up a frenzy and the waves crashed, she shivered, it was so cold. A seagull danced around the shoreline, squawking. She'd been so distracted by the seagull she didn't realize how near Saxon was until he spoke.
"Because," he began, right next to her ear, even in this dream she could feel his breath, felt his skin, cooler than a Human. She froze when she felt him stroke her hair, "Because unlike your precious Doctor, I will never leave you, dear girl."
Rose swung around and found Saxon gone but his laughter echoed in the bay.
That was when she woke-up.
(ooc: spoilers for Doctor Who S3, continuation of Saxon plot)