A Final Adventure 10/10
Title; A Final Adventure
Genre; 10th Doctor/Rose/other companions
Rating; PG
Summary; Saying goodbye
Chapter; 10/10
Completed; Yes
Chapter 10. The coffee bar
“……….Rose……..”
Rose turned around to see the gentleman who she had been having tea with, slump against the wall and fall. Her mouth opened in shock and she ran back towards him. Kneeling down on the pavement Rose carefully placed his head into her lap. People were starting to crowd around them, muttering things about Alcoholic…. Paramedics….. Police…. Rose leaned over the Doctors face and checked if he was still breathing. She heaved a sigh of relief to find that he was, although his breaths were very shallow.
“Oh my God………. Someone call an ambulance! Can’t you see he is dying?” Rose took hold of the Doctors hand and whispered “It’s ok, just keep breathing, the ambulance is on its way. Look at me, keep focussing on me.”
The Doctor opened his eyes and managed to give Rose a weak smile. She was running her fingers through his hair. All he could see was her; none of the crowds around them seemed to matter. Her face kept swimming out of focus but he could hear her voice telling him hold on, don’t try to talk, just hold on, help’s on its way. Only one of his hearts was beating now and he could feel life ebbing away.
“Rose” he managed to whisper. “You are beautiful, thank you”.
“What for?” she replied. She was crying now; dark mascara streaks were running down her face.
“For saving me. Goodbye Rose.” The Doctors eyes fluttered shut and his chest stilled.
Nearby on a side street, the TARDIS powered down a final time and the doors locked, its connection to the Doctor severed. If anyone had bothered to look, all they would have seen was old fashioned police box, empty inside.
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The Doctor wasn’t laid on a cold pavement with his head in Rose’s lap, in central London anymore. He didn’t actually know where he was. He was standing, he knew that, but he couldn’t see anything. There was just whiteness, a blinding brilliant whiteness as far as he could see. No walls, floors or ceilings, just whiteness. Is this death? He thought to himself, bit of a clique then and he found himself smiling a wry smile.
Suddenly images flooded in, swirling about in front of him and around him. He whirled about, trying to make out what the images were of but they were coming too fast to make out. He closed his eyes and willed them to slow down and on opening he found he could see them more clearly. It was his life, replayed in pictures. Another clique he thought, distractedly, studying the images more closely. There was Lungbarrow, and the fearsome Drudges, his cousin Innocet. The Academy on Gallifrey and his brother. The TARDIS, the first time he saw her, about to be decommissioned and there was himself sneaking in and stealing her.
The images moved on, he saw Susan as a child, then later as teenager. He saw companions, one after another, each one smiling and seemingly beckoning him. There was Bessie his car, the Brigadier and then Sarah Jane. Tegan was there, even Mel. Dorothee just as he found her. And Jack, on Satellite five, waking up and inhaling sharply as he came back to life. All these images whirling backwards and forwards, overwhelming him, his life laid out like pages of a book.
And then he realised why, and what he had to do. He had to Choose and he closed his eyes.
It was simple really, a no contest. He just thought about her, pictured her in his mind. He opened his eyes and the image came to a halt in front of him. All of the others had disappeared. He looked down at himself and realised that he had changed. He wasn’t the middle aged man with grey hair and tired eyes anymore. He was dressed in black jeans and boots, and an old leather jacket. He ran his hands through his now closely cropped hair. He had become his old self, his ninth self, who he was when he met her. With the daft old face and ears that were a bit too big.
And when he looked back up, she wasn’t an image anymore. She was real and she was standing in front of him. She had blue jeans on and a grey hooded jacket. Her blonde hair was loose and she was smiling……..
She walked over to him and held out her hand. He took it and it was warm, he brought that hand up to his face and kissed it then looked at her.
Rose Tyler opened her mouth and said “……..Run”
Genre; 10th Doctor/Rose/other companions
Rating; PG
Summary; Saying goodbye
Chapter; 10/10
Completed; Yes
Chapter 10. The coffee bar
“……….Rose……..”
Rose turned around to see the gentleman who she had been having tea with, slump against the wall and fall. Her mouth opened in shock and she ran back towards him. Kneeling down on the pavement Rose carefully placed his head into her lap. People were starting to crowd around them, muttering things about Alcoholic…. Paramedics….. Police…. Rose leaned over the Doctors face and checked if he was still breathing. She heaved a sigh of relief to find that he was, although his breaths were very shallow.
“Oh my God………. Someone call an ambulance! Can’t you see he is dying?” Rose took hold of the Doctors hand and whispered “It’s ok, just keep breathing, the ambulance is on its way. Look at me, keep focussing on me.”
The Doctor opened his eyes and managed to give Rose a weak smile. She was running her fingers through his hair. All he could see was her; none of the crowds around them seemed to matter. Her face kept swimming out of focus but he could hear her voice telling him hold on, don’t try to talk, just hold on, help’s on its way. Only one of his hearts was beating now and he could feel life ebbing away.
“Rose” he managed to whisper. “You are beautiful, thank you”.
“What for?” she replied. She was crying now; dark mascara streaks were running down her face.
“For saving me. Goodbye Rose.” The Doctors eyes fluttered shut and his chest stilled.
Nearby on a side street, the TARDIS powered down a final time and the doors locked, its connection to the Doctor severed. If anyone had bothered to look, all they would have seen was old fashioned police box, empty inside.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Doctor wasn’t laid on a cold pavement with his head in Rose’s lap, in central London anymore. He didn’t actually know where he was. He was standing, he knew that, but he couldn’t see anything. There was just whiteness, a blinding brilliant whiteness as far as he could see. No walls, floors or ceilings, just whiteness. Is this death? He thought to himself, bit of a clique then and he found himself smiling a wry smile.
Suddenly images flooded in, swirling about in front of him and around him. He whirled about, trying to make out what the images were of but they were coming too fast to make out. He closed his eyes and willed them to slow down and on opening he found he could see them more clearly. It was his life, replayed in pictures. Another clique he thought, distractedly, studying the images more closely. There was Lungbarrow, and the fearsome Drudges, his cousin Innocet. The Academy on Gallifrey and his brother. The TARDIS, the first time he saw her, about to be decommissioned and there was himself sneaking in and stealing her.
The images moved on, he saw Susan as a child, then later as teenager. He saw companions, one after another, each one smiling and seemingly beckoning him. There was Bessie his car, the Brigadier and then Sarah Jane. Tegan was there, even Mel. Dorothee just as he found her. And Jack, on Satellite five, waking up and inhaling sharply as he came back to life. All these images whirling backwards and forwards, overwhelming him, his life laid out like pages of a book.
And then he realised why, and what he had to do. He had to Choose and he closed his eyes.
It was simple really, a no contest. He just thought about her, pictured her in his mind. He opened his eyes and the image came to a halt in front of him. All of the others had disappeared. He looked down at himself and realised that he had changed. He wasn’t the middle aged man with grey hair and tired eyes anymore. He was dressed in black jeans and boots, and an old leather jacket. He ran his hands through his now closely cropped hair. He had become his old self, his ninth self, who he was when he met her. With the daft old face and ears that were a bit too big.
And when he looked back up, she wasn’t an image anymore. She was real and she was standing in front of him. She had blue jeans on and a grey hooded jacket. Her blonde hair was loose and she was smiling……..
She walked over to him and held out her hand. He took it and it was warm, he brought that hand up to his face and kissed it then looked at her.
Rose Tyler opened her mouth and said “……..Run”