[fic] you had me at goodbye.
Title: You Had Me At Goodbye.
Character/Pairing: Eleven/Rose, Hints of Amy/Rory if you squint.
Rating: PG.
Words: 1,323.
Summary: A human life was never in the stars for her. After one hundred and ten years, she wonders if this is how he feels: ageless and aged, trapped in a skin as deceptive as her hopes. But one day, in the middle of spring, she gets a letter.
Disclaimer: If only! Alas, it was not to be, or Rose/Doctor would have been forever.
Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 006 at then_theres_us. It has been a very, very long time for me, so excuse how rusty I am! Somewhat AU, set immediately prior Season 8. Kind of like a fix? Maybe? Like I said, it's been a while, so I guess this is the same thing as a debut in the fandom since I've been gone so long I suspect no one has a clue who I am (hint: that loony girl with all the Eleven/Rose feels).
( There is a cave in the woods and though she has never gone in, she knows there is a pair of very old, very blue doors waiting for her. A siren's song she resists on a daily, hourly, minutely basis, whispering no, whispering home. Doors that go nowhere and doors that go everywhere. )
Character/Pairing: Eleven/Rose, Hints of Amy/Rory if you squint.
Rating: PG.
Words: 1,323.
Summary: A human life was never in the stars for her. After one hundred and ten years, she wonders if this is how he feels: ageless and aged, trapped in a skin as deceptive as her hopes. But one day, in the middle of spring, she gets a letter.
Disclaimer: If only! Alas, it was not to be, or Rose/Doctor would have been forever.
Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 006 at then_theres_us. It has been a very, very long time for me, so excuse how rusty I am! Somewhat AU, set immediately prior Season 8. Kind of like a fix? Maybe? Like I said, it's been a while, so I guess this is the same thing as a debut in the fandom since I've been gone so long I suspect no one has a clue who I am (hint: that loony girl with all the Eleven/Rose feels).
( There is a cave in the woods and though she has never gone in, she knows there is a pair of very old, very blue doors waiting for her. A siren's song she resists on a daily, hourly, minutely basis, whispering no, whispering home. Doors that go nowhere and doors that go everywhere. )