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Strange way of the Universe
PG
Rose/Eleven
A/N: Stayed up till three to write this, I hope you guys like it. If I get a comment and don't reply I'm so sorry I don't have internet acess :( Please enjoy, I really tried hard on this one.
The town was in a tizzy. A gaggle of girls giggled, popcorn popped and stage lights glowed in the coming excitement of the night.
Today there was a magic show in town and in a town with a population of two thousand about anything get’s your blood going.
Except one Rose Tyler. She tore tickets as the eager theater goers were herded into the old theater.
She had to admit she was in a bit of a tizzy herself. Her boyfriend had just dumped her, she was sick of this small town politics, and she was crammed into a ticket boot in the middle of July like a sardine; a sweaty angry sardine with too much mascara.
She ripped her last ticket and was about to head home when Martha pulled her aside.
“You’ve got to look at this!” she grinned.
“What?”
Martha poked her head into the theater “He’s horrible.”
“What?”
“The magician, he’s total garbage. You’ve got to see this.”
Rose sighed and pushed in next to Martha.
What she saw was a lanky man fumbling with dove tricks and plastic flowers like a tipsy stick bug. He attempted to pull a coin from a woman’s ear but instead almost yanked her earring off. He tried to guess what was in a man’s wallet and in doing so elicited a fight from the burly fellow; which had to be escorted from the premises.
“Oh my god.”
“I know!” squealed Martha “Isn’t it awful!”
“I can’t watch this anymore.” Rose turned around “Who booked him?”
“You know Jack.” Martha waggled her eyebrows.
“Ah.” She needn’t say anymore.
“ Hey, I know this is a bit last minute but I was going to ask if you can fill in for me tonight?”
“Well…” a hot bath and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips were calling to her.
“I wouldn’t usually do this but Trish has gone and done something completely insane AGAIN and I need to go bale her out. Pretty please?”
Rose felt the annoying twinge of guilt in her chest “Fine.” She sighed “Good thing for you I need the money. How long if the shift for?”
“Just till close.”
Crap.
Rose watched sleepily as the patrons filled out one by one. She knew she should stay awake but all those late nights spent reading had started to take their toll. She laid her hand on her chin and with the smell of stale popcorn she closed her eyes.
“Hello. Hello Hello Hello.” A voice buzzed in her ears “Young Miss, no maybe not, Young lady.” The voice had an accent “Are you going to drool all over the counter or am I going to have to, well, stop you from drooling.”
She bolted upright “Oh my god.” She looked fell off the red leather stool and onto her back expelling all air from her lungs.
Suddenly an unfamiliar face came into view.
“Are you alright?” asked a man with shaggy hair “You took quite a tumble.” He held his hands out to her and she took them “Easy daisy.” He pulled her up and she stumbled to the side.
“M’sorry.” She mumbled “Um, what time is it?”
“Um…” he tapped the watch on his wrist then stuck his ear to it “Not sure.” He turned to her with his ear still stuck to the device “Seems my watch stopped.”
She looked at her phone, it read twelve thirty.
“Crumbs.” She rested her hand on her forehead.
“Late for curfew?”
“Late for life.” She grumbled “Can’t believe I fell asleep, Martha…She will pay.”
“Well, I’m so sorry about your-“he gestured in the air around “Martha problem, but I was just wondering if I could get some popcorn.”
“Um, sure.” She blinked at him “It’s probably stale though.”
He smiled and his green eyes twinkled “My favorite.”
She smirked and handed him a giant bag of popcorn. He laughed and started to eat happily.
“Well.” Rose clapped her hands “If that’s all I’ll be going.”
“Oh um!” he swallowed a handful of popcorn “There is one other thing.”
Feeling very generous tonight and a bit amused she asked “What?”
“How was the show?”
“You want the truth?”
“Preferably.”
“Horrible.”
His face fell and they starred at each other in silence. Rose suddenly felt remorse for her comment, but then he smiled.
“Oh!” he grinned “I knew I liked you, you have one of those faces; those honest faces. That’s a face you can trust.”
She laughed “Alright then. I’ll see you around.”
He grinned “I should hope so.”
Rose came home that night as she always came home; to an empty house. But on this particular night she didn’t seem to mind. In fact aside from being dead tired she went to bed with a smile on her face, and she wasn’t sure why.
Aside from working in the theater she did a shift at the diner from time to time; today was one of those times. Thankfully the lunch rush had passed and she had a moment to rest her feet until…
“Got a live one in no. five, bit of space man watch out.”
“Thanks Donna.”
Rose strode up to the table and ripped off a piece of paper on her tablet and stuck it in her apron “What can I get you?”
“Oh! Hello.” Waved the green eyed man “Long time no see.”
“Oh, hi.” Her heart stuttered “What are you doing here?”
“Eating hopefully.”
“Oh right.” She laughed nervously “Sorry, what can I get you?”
“Oh ah, pancakes with pickles and---“he surveyed the menu “Can I get an order of the chicken fried something rather.”
“Steak?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
She laughed the noticed his face was serious “Your serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well I mean um, you know it’s---“
“Weird?”
“Yeah.”
“Different?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes locked with hers “Strange?”
“Yeah.” She breathed.
He adjusted his bowtie “A lot of things are strange, it’s the strange things that make life worth living for don’t you think---“ he squinted at her name badge “Rose, don’t you think so Miss---“
“Tyler.”
“Rose Tyler.” He grinned “That’s a good name. But don’t you think Rose Tyler that the strange things are the best things?”
“I suppose so.” She smiled “Strange can be good.”
“Strange can be great.”
“Or fantastic.”
He smiled at her “Absolutely fantastic---” Then without stopping for breath “Would you like to go out dancing? I quiet like dancing, I think you might too.”
It’s maybe surprising to say that she said yes, but then again maybe not.
He took her to a forties club were they danced to Glen Miller and Bing Crosby. Or in the case of one John Smith “Attempted” would be a better word.
“What are you doing!?” she shouted over the blaring speakers.
“Dancing what does it look like!?” he raised his arms in the air and waved them back in forth like a drunken giraffe.
Rose decided right then and there that strange was a very good thing.
“Now Miss Tyler hold on to your bonnet, batten down the hatches prepare to be astounded beyond belief. Your not peeking are you?”
“No.” she wasn’t.
But she could feel grass soothing her newly blistered feet and hear the sound of crickets in the evening.
“Alright.” He held her by the shoulders “Open them.”
She opened her eyes and at first wasn’t astounded.
“It’s the sky.” She said a little deflated.
“It is.” He bounced on his toes.
“It’s…”
“Astounding!”
“…Nice.”
“Nice? Nice?” he put his hand over he forehead “My goodness I think this girl has lost…oh my, she has.”
“What?” she swatted at his hand.
“She’s lost all her imagination.”
Rose snorted “Oh really?”
He shook his head gravely and sat beneath a tree, he patted the seat next to him and she sat.
“Now, Miss. Tyler I want you to imagine something for me. I know it’s going to be hard but you need to think about it real hard.”
She smirked; amused “Alright.”
“Close your eyes.”
“John.” She grumbled.
“Close your eyes.”
She obliged with a huff.
It was quiet for a while and all she could hear was the gentle rhythm of his breathing in her ears. She let her head rest against the tree waiting for him to speak. After a while he spoke very quietly in a voice she had never heard from him.
“I want you to imagine a waterfall, a cascade if you will.”
“Alright.”
“You got it?”
“I got it.”
“Now.” She felt him shift closer to her “Imagine it spread out over the sky like gauze with every color you can imagine. Stars are imbedded in it like diamonds and each one twinkles like sapphires. It’s an awesome fear inspiring sight; no other sight can match it in the whole universe.”
“Not ever?” she breathed.
“Never ever.”
She could see the picture behind her eyes. The swirling currents of color, the sapphire stars. She could see everything.
“Now, open your eyes.”
That’s when Rose Tyler started believing in magic.
When Rose went to sleep that night all she thought about was swirling stars and very green eyes.
She didn’t know how long John would be in town for. She knew whatever it was she knew his time her had to end sometime. She dreaded that day down to her very core. Right now though he was treating her to ice cream on her break and any foreboding future seemed much too far away.
“You know what I want to know Rose Tyler?”
“Why you always call me by my first and last name?” she licked the end of her spoon.
“A great name like Rose Tyler deserves to be used together as much as possible.”
“Yeah yeah.” She rolled her eyes “What were you going to ask?”
“Well, what I want to know is why do you work so many jobs?”
“I’m on my own you know that.”
“Yes but you could always get a roomy, split the rent work at the theater. I’m sure Martha would be up for the challenge.”
“I’m sure I would ring her neck.”
“Really though, why work yourself to death?” he peered inquisitively into her eyes.
A blush rose from her toes to her cheek in three point five seconds.
“I’m…I’m saving.” She said quietly.
“For what?”
She fiddled with her apron string “I want…its silly.”
“I like silly.” He rested his chin in the palm of his hand “Tell me.”
“I want…To see the world…I think I’d start in Africa, go to Europe maybe Asia…It’s a pipe dream really, just…Silly.” A silly dream she had never told anyone before.
“Ohhh…” he breathed “That’s not silly at all.” He took her hand and looked into her eyes “That’s brilliant.”
She loved him, she knew that. If she was certain of one thing it was the fact that she loved him with everything she had and then some and no power of this earth was going to take her away from…no power except for tour dates.
“You leave Friday?” she asked from her seat on his desk chair.
“I’ve already been here far to long.” He sat on his suitcase trying to make it close “I’ve got to move on.”
She would not cry “Where are you going?”
“I was thinking New York? I don’t know, that’s the fine part.” He grinned.
She grinned with him. Her chest ached.
“So we’ve got a day left.”
He nodded “A day.”
Before she burst into a thousand pieces she stood and said in the loudest voice possible “Let’s make it a day to remember!” and grabbed his hand and they ran.
They eat pickles and pancakes and shaved ice; they got stomach aches and shot firecrackers off of her roof. They hooted and hollered and fought against the creeping tendrils of time.
Sadly thought, time always wins out and they were left standing on her porch.
“That was brilliant!”
She laughed “Absolutely.”
He took her hand “Rose Tyler, thank you.” He moved his hand to the side of her face “This was the most weird, different, strange day of my whole life and I owe it all to you. Thank you.”
She felt and intense surge of emotion bubbling up in her throat. Maybe she said it the way she did because she had spent too much time around him and he had finally rubbed off on her, maybe her nerved were so raw she couldn’t hold back anymore, or maybe it was because if she never said it now she probably would never get the chance to say it ever, again to anyone.
Because if it wasn’t him then she would never say it, ever.
“I love you. I’ve loved you since we went dancing and you stepped on my toes. I loved you when you ordered pickles and pancakes and when you say my name together because you don’t think it’d sound good any other way. I loved you because you showed me the magic in ordinary things and you never forgot to smile.” She grinned and her chest tightened “I love you, John Smith.”
He dropped her hand. His mouth opened but not sound came from it. Every second he stood saying nothing Rose felt herself crumbling. So being the girl that she is, she smiled and said “Goodnight John.”
She wasn’t bitter or angry. Over the months that she had with him she knew him well enough to know that he didn’t “Do” relationships very well. She respected that she understood because she herself was like that until she met him that is.
She cried she fell asleep.
She dreamed of the universe and she dreamed of him and she knew deep down that she would always dream of him.
Rose checked the mail, drank a cup of coffee and padded around in her bunny slippers. She wasn’t going to work today; she probably wasn’t going in tomorrow either. She was resigned to being wretched for the rest of the day when a man with a tweed jacket and high water pants burst through her front door.
“Rose Tyler! Rose Tyler!” he yelled angrily until he found her.
It was John. She chocked on her coffee.
He strode up to her and held a gold key in front of her face “What’s this! This!”
“A-A key.”
“Of course it’s a key! Your key! You can’t just leave your key under the mat! What if someone tries to break in the middle of the night and you decided to put your key in a place as daft as under the mat!”
“Um.”
“I could have been an axe murder!” he threw his arms in the air.
She crossed her arms over her chest and squinted at him with red puffy eyes “Is this what you came to say to me before you left?”
“No. Yes. NO!” he tore at his hair. He walked up to her then walked back, he put his hands on his hips, then in his pockets finally settling with crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest “I can’t simply leave you here while your leaving your key under your mat, it’s unsafe and along with the other unsafe things you do---“
“Like what!?
“Like working two jobs and wearing yourself to the bone, and the key under the mat, and the fire crackers off the roof.”
“That was your idea!’
“Ah, ha!” he held his finger in the air “But I’m an old-Oldish, well older person than you and I was supervising.” He said triumphantly.
Rose pinched the bridge of her nose “John.”
“I’ve decided!”
“What?” she sighed.
“I’m taking you with me, no questions asked.”
Her heart stuttered “What?”
He walked up to her “I’ve decided I want you to come with me.”
“John.”
He took her hand “Funny thing about you Rose Tyler is you have one of those faces that can spring life changing information on a person like-“he snaps his fingers “That! And give said person a mild heart attack.”
“Oh.”
“Oh indeed. And! I need an assistant do you know that?”
“No I didn’t.” she felt the tears well in her eyes.
“Preferably one with nice legs.” He looked down at her legs “And you meet the requirements.”
She laughed. He pulled her closer.
“I do have one little thing to confess.”
“What would that be?”
He moved closer to her face his voice becoming a low murmur “You know when I took you to see the sky and told you about the place where the diamonds---“
“Shine like sapphire.” She finished.
“Yes, that’s the one.” He smiled softly “Well, you know how I said nothing could compare to that in the whole universe.”
“Yeah.”
“I lied.” And he kissed her.
PG
Rose/Eleven
A/N: Stayed up till three to write this, I hope you guys like it. If I get a comment and don't reply I'm so sorry I don't have internet acess :( Please enjoy, I really tried hard on this one.
The town was in a tizzy. A gaggle of girls giggled, popcorn popped and stage lights glowed in the coming excitement of the night.
Today there was a magic show in town and in a town with a population of two thousand about anything get’s your blood going.
Except one Rose Tyler. She tore tickets as the eager theater goers were herded into the old theater.
She had to admit she was in a bit of a tizzy herself. Her boyfriend had just dumped her, she was sick of this small town politics, and she was crammed into a ticket boot in the middle of July like a sardine; a sweaty angry sardine with too much mascara.
She ripped her last ticket and was about to head home when Martha pulled her aside.
“You’ve got to look at this!” she grinned.
“What?”
Martha poked her head into the theater “He’s horrible.”
“What?”
“The magician, he’s total garbage. You’ve got to see this.”
Rose sighed and pushed in next to Martha.
What she saw was a lanky man fumbling with dove tricks and plastic flowers like a tipsy stick bug. He attempted to pull a coin from a woman’s ear but instead almost yanked her earring off. He tried to guess what was in a man’s wallet and in doing so elicited a fight from the burly fellow; which had to be escorted from the premises.
“Oh my god.”
“I know!” squealed Martha “Isn’t it awful!”
“I can’t watch this anymore.” Rose turned around “Who booked him?”
“You know Jack.” Martha waggled her eyebrows.
“Ah.” She needn’t say anymore.
“ Hey, I know this is a bit last minute but I was going to ask if you can fill in for me tonight?”
“Well…” a hot bath and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips were calling to her.
“I wouldn’t usually do this but Trish has gone and done something completely insane AGAIN and I need to go bale her out. Pretty please?”
Rose felt the annoying twinge of guilt in her chest “Fine.” She sighed “Good thing for you I need the money. How long if the shift for?”
“Just till close.”
Crap.
Rose watched sleepily as the patrons filled out one by one. She knew she should stay awake but all those late nights spent reading had started to take their toll. She laid her hand on her chin and with the smell of stale popcorn she closed her eyes.
“Hello. Hello Hello Hello.” A voice buzzed in her ears “Young Miss, no maybe not, Young lady.” The voice had an accent “Are you going to drool all over the counter or am I going to have to, well, stop you from drooling.”
She bolted upright “Oh my god.” She looked fell off the red leather stool and onto her back expelling all air from her lungs.
Suddenly an unfamiliar face came into view.
“Are you alright?” asked a man with shaggy hair “You took quite a tumble.” He held his hands out to her and she took them “Easy daisy.” He pulled her up and she stumbled to the side.
“M’sorry.” She mumbled “Um, what time is it?”
“Um…” he tapped the watch on his wrist then stuck his ear to it “Not sure.” He turned to her with his ear still stuck to the device “Seems my watch stopped.”
She looked at her phone, it read twelve thirty.
“Crumbs.” She rested her hand on her forehead.
“Late for curfew?”
“Late for life.” She grumbled “Can’t believe I fell asleep, Martha…She will pay.”
“Well, I’m so sorry about your-“he gestured in the air around “Martha problem, but I was just wondering if I could get some popcorn.”
“Um, sure.” She blinked at him “It’s probably stale though.”
He smiled and his green eyes twinkled “My favorite.”
She smirked and handed him a giant bag of popcorn. He laughed and started to eat happily.
“Well.” Rose clapped her hands “If that’s all I’ll be going.”
“Oh um!” he swallowed a handful of popcorn “There is one other thing.”
Feeling very generous tonight and a bit amused she asked “What?”
“How was the show?”
“You want the truth?”
“Preferably.”
“Horrible.”
His face fell and they starred at each other in silence. Rose suddenly felt remorse for her comment, but then he smiled.
“Oh!” he grinned “I knew I liked you, you have one of those faces; those honest faces. That’s a face you can trust.”
She laughed “Alright then. I’ll see you around.”
He grinned “I should hope so.”
Rose came home that night as she always came home; to an empty house. But on this particular night she didn’t seem to mind. In fact aside from being dead tired she went to bed with a smile on her face, and she wasn’t sure why.
Aside from working in the theater she did a shift at the diner from time to time; today was one of those times. Thankfully the lunch rush had passed and she had a moment to rest her feet until…
“Got a live one in no. five, bit of space man watch out.”
“Thanks Donna.”
Rose strode up to the table and ripped off a piece of paper on her tablet and stuck it in her apron “What can I get you?”
“Oh! Hello.” Waved the green eyed man “Long time no see.”
“Oh, hi.” Her heart stuttered “What are you doing here?”
“Eating hopefully.”
“Oh right.” She laughed nervously “Sorry, what can I get you?”
“Oh ah, pancakes with pickles and---“he surveyed the menu “Can I get an order of the chicken fried something rather.”
“Steak?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
She laughed the noticed his face was serious “Your serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well I mean um, you know it’s---“
“Weird?”
“Yeah.”
“Different?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes locked with hers “Strange?”
“Yeah.” She breathed.
He adjusted his bowtie “A lot of things are strange, it’s the strange things that make life worth living for don’t you think---“ he squinted at her name badge “Rose, don’t you think so Miss---“
“Tyler.”
“Rose Tyler.” He grinned “That’s a good name. But don’t you think Rose Tyler that the strange things are the best things?”
“I suppose so.” She smiled “Strange can be good.”
“Strange can be great.”
“Or fantastic.”
He smiled at her “Absolutely fantastic---” Then without stopping for breath “Would you like to go out dancing? I quiet like dancing, I think you might too.”
It’s maybe surprising to say that she said yes, but then again maybe not.
He took her to a forties club were they danced to Glen Miller and Bing Crosby. Or in the case of one John Smith “Attempted” would be a better word.
“What are you doing!?” she shouted over the blaring speakers.
“Dancing what does it look like!?” he raised his arms in the air and waved them back in forth like a drunken giraffe.
Rose decided right then and there that strange was a very good thing.
“Now Miss Tyler hold on to your bonnet, batten down the hatches prepare to be astounded beyond belief. Your not peeking are you?”
“No.” she wasn’t.
But she could feel grass soothing her newly blistered feet and hear the sound of crickets in the evening.
“Alright.” He held her by the shoulders “Open them.”
She opened her eyes and at first wasn’t astounded.
“It’s the sky.” She said a little deflated.
“It is.” He bounced on his toes.
“It’s…”
“Astounding!”
“…Nice.”
“Nice? Nice?” he put his hand over he forehead “My goodness I think this girl has lost…oh my, she has.”
“What?” she swatted at his hand.
“She’s lost all her imagination.”
Rose snorted “Oh really?”
He shook his head gravely and sat beneath a tree, he patted the seat next to him and she sat.
“Now, Miss. Tyler I want you to imagine something for me. I know it’s going to be hard but you need to think about it real hard.”
She smirked; amused “Alright.”
“Close your eyes.”
“John.” She grumbled.
“Close your eyes.”
She obliged with a huff.
It was quiet for a while and all she could hear was the gentle rhythm of his breathing in her ears. She let her head rest against the tree waiting for him to speak. After a while he spoke very quietly in a voice she had never heard from him.
“I want you to imagine a waterfall, a cascade if you will.”
“Alright.”
“You got it?”
“I got it.”
“Now.” She felt him shift closer to her “Imagine it spread out over the sky like gauze with every color you can imagine. Stars are imbedded in it like diamonds and each one twinkles like sapphires. It’s an awesome fear inspiring sight; no other sight can match it in the whole universe.”
“Not ever?” she breathed.
“Never ever.”
She could see the picture behind her eyes. The swirling currents of color, the sapphire stars. She could see everything.
“Now, open your eyes.”
That’s when Rose Tyler started believing in magic.
When Rose went to sleep that night all she thought about was swirling stars and very green eyes.
She didn’t know how long John would be in town for. She knew whatever it was she knew his time her had to end sometime. She dreaded that day down to her very core. Right now though he was treating her to ice cream on her break and any foreboding future seemed much too far away.
“You know what I want to know Rose Tyler?”
“Why you always call me by my first and last name?” she licked the end of her spoon.
“A great name like Rose Tyler deserves to be used together as much as possible.”
“Yeah yeah.” She rolled her eyes “What were you going to ask?”
“Well, what I want to know is why do you work so many jobs?”
“I’m on my own you know that.”
“Yes but you could always get a roomy, split the rent work at the theater. I’m sure Martha would be up for the challenge.”
“I’m sure I would ring her neck.”
“Really though, why work yourself to death?” he peered inquisitively into her eyes.
A blush rose from her toes to her cheek in three point five seconds.
“I’m…I’m saving.” She said quietly.
“For what?”
She fiddled with her apron string “I want…its silly.”
“I like silly.” He rested his chin in the palm of his hand “Tell me.”
“I want…To see the world…I think I’d start in Africa, go to Europe maybe Asia…It’s a pipe dream really, just…Silly.” A silly dream she had never told anyone before.
“Ohhh…” he breathed “That’s not silly at all.” He took her hand and looked into her eyes “That’s brilliant.”
She loved him, she knew that. If she was certain of one thing it was the fact that she loved him with everything she had and then some and no power of this earth was going to take her away from…no power except for tour dates.
“You leave Friday?” she asked from her seat on his desk chair.
“I’ve already been here far to long.” He sat on his suitcase trying to make it close “I’ve got to move on.”
She would not cry “Where are you going?”
“I was thinking New York? I don’t know, that’s the fine part.” He grinned.
She grinned with him. Her chest ached.
“So we’ve got a day left.”
He nodded “A day.”
Before she burst into a thousand pieces she stood and said in the loudest voice possible “Let’s make it a day to remember!” and grabbed his hand and they ran.
They eat pickles and pancakes and shaved ice; they got stomach aches and shot firecrackers off of her roof. They hooted and hollered and fought against the creeping tendrils of time.
Sadly thought, time always wins out and they were left standing on her porch.
“That was brilliant!”
She laughed “Absolutely.”
He took her hand “Rose Tyler, thank you.” He moved his hand to the side of her face “This was the most weird, different, strange day of my whole life and I owe it all to you. Thank you.”
She felt and intense surge of emotion bubbling up in her throat. Maybe she said it the way she did because she had spent too much time around him and he had finally rubbed off on her, maybe her nerved were so raw she couldn’t hold back anymore, or maybe it was because if she never said it now she probably would never get the chance to say it ever, again to anyone.
Because if it wasn’t him then she would never say it, ever.
“I love you. I’ve loved you since we went dancing and you stepped on my toes. I loved you when you ordered pickles and pancakes and when you say my name together because you don’t think it’d sound good any other way. I loved you because you showed me the magic in ordinary things and you never forgot to smile.” She grinned and her chest tightened “I love you, John Smith.”
He dropped her hand. His mouth opened but not sound came from it. Every second he stood saying nothing Rose felt herself crumbling. So being the girl that she is, she smiled and said “Goodnight John.”
She wasn’t bitter or angry. Over the months that she had with him she knew him well enough to know that he didn’t “Do” relationships very well. She respected that she understood because she herself was like that until she met him that is.
She cried she fell asleep.
She dreamed of the universe and she dreamed of him and she knew deep down that she would always dream of him.
Rose checked the mail, drank a cup of coffee and padded around in her bunny slippers. She wasn’t going to work today; she probably wasn’t going in tomorrow either. She was resigned to being wretched for the rest of the day when a man with a tweed jacket and high water pants burst through her front door.
“Rose Tyler! Rose Tyler!” he yelled angrily until he found her.
It was John. She chocked on her coffee.
He strode up to her and held a gold key in front of her face “What’s this! This!”
“A-A key.”
“Of course it’s a key! Your key! You can’t just leave your key under the mat! What if someone tries to break in the middle of the night and you decided to put your key in a place as daft as under the mat!”
“Um.”
“I could have been an axe murder!” he threw his arms in the air.
She crossed her arms over her chest and squinted at him with red puffy eyes “Is this what you came to say to me before you left?”
“No. Yes. NO!” he tore at his hair. He walked up to her then walked back, he put his hands on his hips, then in his pockets finally settling with crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest “I can’t simply leave you here while your leaving your key under your mat, it’s unsafe and along with the other unsafe things you do---“
“Like what!?
“Like working two jobs and wearing yourself to the bone, and the key under the mat, and the fire crackers off the roof.”
“That was your idea!’
“Ah, ha!” he held his finger in the air “But I’m an old-Oldish, well older person than you and I was supervising.” He said triumphantly.
Rose pinched the bridge of her nose “John.”
“I’ve decided!”
“What?” she sighed.
“I’m taking you with me, no questions asked.”
Her heart stuttered “What?”
He walked up to her “I’ve decided I want you to come with me.”
“John.”
He took her hand “Funny thing about you Rose Tyler is you have one of those faces that can spring life changing information on a person like-“he snaps his fingers “That! And give said person a mild heart attack.”
“Oh.”
“Oh indeed. And! I need an assistant do you know that?”
“No I didn’t.” she felt the tears well in her eyes.
“Preferably one with nice legs.” He looked down at her legs “And you meet the requirements.”
She laughed. He pulled her closer.
“I do have one little thing to confess.”
“What would that be?”
He moved closer to her face his voice becoming a low murmur “You know when I took you to see the sky and told you about the place where the diamonds---“
“Shine like sapphire.” She finished.
“Yes, that’s the one.” He smiled softly “Well, you know how I said nothing could compare to that in the whole universe.”
“Yeah.”
“I lied.” And he kissed her.