This entire fic is SQUEE-worthy! See--I bring evidence...
First: You bring the funny:
“Ooh. Birthday? New Year’s? Christmas? Secret Santa? I do love a good Secret Santa.” “I do love A Million Adipose and Counting. They’re just adorable.” “He sang the classics! Sinatra! Martin! Presley! Your country is blind.” "Cybers and Ciphers. Brilliant, just brilliant. Robots alive, lots of running, mysteries, and even the occasional dance number. ...the special effects are truly horrid compared to real life
Next: You rip our hearts out
He’s a talker, especially when he feels the need to correct the exposition, but when things are funny his chest rattles with laughter and when they’re sad, he grows perfectly still, the beat of two hearts echoing." “Why is she being like that? He’s the same man,” the Doctor reasons. “But, it’s not the same! He’s not the same! I mean, he is, but he isn’t.” Rose tries to explain, but she can’t even wrap her own mind around it. After all, she wants Aeryn and John together, no matter which version. But there’s just a bit of wrongness to it that she can’t put her finger on. “One is hers and the other isn't.” Rose thinks about how she once loved a man in a leather jacket and, after a period of skepticism, found herself equally in love with a man in a pinstripe suit. She smiles. "I suppose you're right." "They went through so much together and now it's nothing. They lost so much and I thought--" She can't say the next part, but she knows she has to. "I thought they'd be together forever in the end. Just happy, not in little bits." "It’s not about the ending, Rose. It’s about the journey.” The Doctor looks at her and his eyes are suddenly so serious and slightly sad. “It’s about the time they had together.”
You rock: Trufax. I rest my case... *huggles fic* *huggles you*
See--I bring evidence...
First: You bring the funny:
“Ooh. Birthday? New Year’s? Christmas? Secret Santa? I do love a good Secret Santa.”
“I do love A Million Adipose and Counting. They’re just adorable.”
“He sang the classics! Sinatra! Martin! Presley! Your country is blind.”
"Cybers and Ciphers. Brilliant, just brilliant. Robots alive, lots of running, mysteries, and even the occasional dance number.
...the special effects are truly horrid compared to real life
Next: You rip our hearts out
He’s a talker, especially when he feels the need to correct the exposition, but when things are funny his chest rattles with laughter and when they’re sad, he grows perfectly still, the beat of two hearts echoing."
“Why is she being like that? He’s the same man,” the Doctor reasons. “But, it’s not the same! He’s not the same! I mean, he is, but he isn’t.” Rose tries to explain, but she can’t even wrap her own mind around it. After all, she wants Aeryn and John together, no matter which version. But there’s just a bit of wrongness to it that she can’t put her finger on. “One is hers and the other isn't.”
Rose thinks about how she once loved a man in a leather jacket and, after a period of skepticism, found herself equally in love with a man in a pinstripe suit. She smiles. "I suppose you're right."
"They went through so much together and now it's nothing. They lost so much and I thought--" She can't say the next part, but she knows she has to. "I thought they'd be together forever in the end. Just happy, not in little bits." "It’s not about the ending, Rose. It’s about the journey.” The Doctor looks at her and his eyes are suddenly so serious and slightly sad. “It’s about the time they had together.”
You rock: Trufax. I rest my case...
*huggles fic*
*huggles you*
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