S'only just beginning.
The impact jarred her every time, but Rose grudgingly liked the exhilarating high of jumping to another universe. If the situation weren’t so desperate, she might have let out a whoop. But she straightened up and remembered why she was there.
She frowned and looked down. The added weight of a ginormous gun hanging across her chest didn’t improve her outlook. Stupid thing! Why did her world’s special weapon have to be so big? It banged against her hips as she walked, so she had to clutch it with both hands. She shrugged her shoulders. At least she hadn’t needed to carry it the last hundred times she jumped from one universe to the next.
The chaos she found herself in now was nothing to what she’d experienced before. She did notice the running people, the screams of terror, the spaceships that were destroying London-her London-the immensity of what was to come after this devastation made her walk steadily up the street.
Horror and mayhem came with the territory when a person worked with outfits like Torchwood and UNIT, whether in this universe or an alternate. It leapt to a grander scale where she came from, but it was still about gaining power and trying to decide what to do with it before the world blew up.
Only, Rose wasn’t wielding the most power. Knowledge was the most power. And she knew someone who knew more about the universe than anyone at Torchwood or UNIT. Combine that with her knowledge, and perhaps they could save Earth yet again, along with the universes. She just hoped her words of warning had reached him.
She wasn’t sure exactly how to reach him this time around. Donna was a lucky discovery, and a dangerous one at that. Finding her in a parallel universe created by her was looking for a needle in a haystack-and the haystack was every universe in existence. Rose had taken a liking to her immediately, had seen the fragile girl inside the woman, loud though she was.
Rose saw herself in Donna. What life could have been if the Doctor had never grabbed her hand. Rose had seen what Donna was without the Doctor. But the Doctor wasn’t finished with Donna just then; his greatest gift was taking a person and showing the worth one being can have. From the limited time with her, Rose was convinced that Donna still had to realize how valuable one woman was. She sensed a greater purpose for the ginger-haired woman.
That’s why I need to find BOTH of them.
Musing on this for a moment, Rose frowned again. Finding The Doctor would be impossible if she couldn’t find someone connected to him. Too bad she lost her super phone the day she died. Where could she find some information? She looked about, and noticed, for the first time on her walk, that looters were having a field day in an electronics shop.
Let’s see how this works. She tapped the fingers of her right hand on her gun, smiled faintly, and recalled a time when she was appalled at seeing such a weapon under The Doctor’s arm. Boy, she’d gladly shoot a Dalek now. One, for killing Captain Jack, two, for being the reason she had been ripped from the Time Lord she loved and the life he led-three? She didn’t have a third reason, and hoped she wouldn’t have one. Besides, this apocalyptic event had brought her so close to The Doctor once again.
And, this time, I won’t leave his side until I die.
Rose stepped into the shop. The two looters looked up. “Hey!” She raised her weapon up for show-and-tell. “Like my gun?”
As they scrambled out to the street, Rose wanted to shout after them, but she checked herself. Not the moment for that. She wasn’t here on holiday.
She frowned and looked down. The added weight of a ginormous gun hanging across her chest didn’t improve her outlook. Stupid thing! Why did her world’s special weapon have to be so big? It banged against her hips as she walked, so she had to clutch it with both hands. She shrugged her shoulders. At least she hadn’t needed to carry it the last hundred times she jumped from one universe to the next.
The chaos she found herself in now was nothing to what she’d experienced before. She did notice the running people, the screams of terror, the spaceships that were destroying London-her London-the immensity of what was to come after this devastation made her walk steadily up the street.
Horror and mayhem came with the territory when a person worked with outfits like Torchwood and UNIT, whether in this universe or an alternate. It leapt to a grander scale where she came from, but it was still about gaining power and trying to decide what to do with it before the world blew up.
Only, Rose wasn’t wielding the most power. Knowledge was the most power. And she knew someone who knew more about the universe than anyone at Torchwood or UNIT. Combine that with her knowledge, and perhaps they could save Earth yet again, along with the universes. She just hoped her words of warning had reached him.
She wasn’t sure exactly how to reach him this time around. Donna was a lucky discovery, and a dangerous one at that. Finding her in a parallel universe created by her was looking for a needle in a haystack-and the haystack was every universe in existence. Rose had taken a liking to her immediately, had seen the fragile girl inside the woman, loud though she was.
Rose saw herself in Donna. What life could have been if the Doctor had never grabbed her hand. Rose had seen what Donna was without the Doctor. But the Doctor wasn’t finished with Donna just then; his greatest gift was taking a person and showing the worth one being can have. From the limited time with her, Rose was convinced that Donna still had to realize how valuable one woman was. She sensed a greater purpose for the ginger-haired woman.
That’s why I need to find BOTH of them.
Musing on this for a moment, Rose frowned again. Finding The Doctor would be impossible if she couldn’t find someone connected to him. Too bad she lost her super phone the day she died. Where could she find some information? She looked about, and noticed, for the first time on her walk, that looters were having a field day in an electronics shop.
Let’s see how this works. She tapped the fingers of her right hand on her gun, smiled faintly, and recalled a time when she was appalled at seeing such a weapon under The Doctor’s arm. Boy, she’d gladly shoot a Dalek now. One, for killing Captain Jack, two, for being the reason she had been ripped from the Time Lord she loved and the life he led-three? She didn’t have a third reason, and hoped she wouldn’t have one. Besides, this apocalyptic event had brought her so close to The Doctor once again.
And, this time, I won’t leave his side until I die.
Rose stepped into the shop. The two looters looked up. “Hey!” She raised her weapon up for show-and-tell. “Like my gun?”
As they scrambled out to the street, Rose wanted to shout after them, but she checked herself. Not the moment for that. She wasn’t here on holiday.