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The Unsinkable Ship, Nine(/Rose), G
He could stop them from getting on the ship-who’s to say he can’t? They’re gone. All of them. He’s the only one left., 350
A/N: Yes, I am, in fact, entirely aware that this is so cheesy it may as well have come from a dairy. That photo of Nine about to see the Titanic off always gets me thinking...
He doesn’t care where he lands. Or rather, he does-no place cheery. He has no capacity for cheery anymore.
Perhaps the TARDIS knows this. Perhaps this is how he ends up in 1912, standing with the Daniels family of Southampton.
They are about to board the RMS Titanic, a ship the public will later call unsinkable, with a dismayed frown and a shake of the head and a “if only” that can never come true.
He could stop them from getting on the ship, he tells himself as the photographer calls for “Just one more!” (He had tried to step discreetly to the side; the photographer hadn’t let him, complimented him on his outfit. Somehow he thinks the man would be bewildered if he were to say he’d scrounged it up from a locker before a costume party.) He could stop them from getting on the ship-who’s to say he can’t? They’re gone. All of them. He’s the only one left.
He watches the Titanic set sail on its maiden voyage, and returns to his own ship.
The TARDIS, he realizes later, must be trying to cheer him, despite his steadfast resistance. That, or she has rather a sick sense of humor-because he next finds himself in 1997, at the US premiere of Titanic. At the reception he spills wine on Kate Winslet and instead of muttering a “sorry,” feels glad only that he does not have to drink it. He hates wine.
When he thinks back on it later-when the halls of the TARDIS ring with the laughter of a girl so young and so vital, and even later, with the innuendos of a certain dashing captain-he realizes. Rose and Jack. The names of the lovers (although, he finds himself thinking entirely too much, this Jack will not be this Rose’s lover if he can help it).
Perhaps she wasn’t being funny, he thinks, as he looks down at his old girl’s console and strokes it absently. Perhaps she was trying to give him hope.
He can feel the TARDIS inside his head-smug.
He could stop them from getting on the ship-who’s to say he can’t? They’re gone. All of them. He’s the only one left., 350
A/N: Yes, I am, in fact, entirely aware that this is so cheesy it may as well have come from a dairy. That photo of Nine about to see the Titanic off always gets me thinking...
He doesn’t care where he lands. Or rather, he does-no place cheery. He has no capacity for cheery anymore.
Perhaps the TARDIS knows this. Perhaps this is how he ends up in 1912, standing with the Daniels family of Southampton.
They are about to board the RMS Titanic, a ship the public will later call unsinkable, with a dismayed frown and a shake of the head and a “if only” that can never come true.
He could stop them from getting on the ship, he tells himself as the photographer calls for “Just one more!” (He had tried to step discreetly to the side; the photographer hadn’t let him, complimented him on his outfit. Somehow he thinks the man would be bewildered if he were to say he’d scrounged it up from a locker before a costume party.) He could stop them from getting on the ship-who’s to say he can’t? They’re gone. All of them. He’s the only one left.
He watches the Titanic set sail on its maiden voyage, and returns to his own ship.
The TARDIS, he realizes later, must be trying to cheer him, despite his steadfast resistance. That, or she has rather a sick sense of humor-because he next finds himself in 1997, at the US premiere of Titanic. At the reception he spills wine on Kate Winslet and instead of muttering a “sorry,” feels glad only that he does not have to drink it. He hates wine.
When he thinks back on it later-when the halls of the TARDIS ring with the laughter of a girl so young and so vital, and even later, with the innuendos of a certain dashing captain-he realizes. Rose and Jack. The names of the lovers (although, he finds himself thinking entirely too much, this Jack will not be this Rose’s lover if he can help it).
Perhaps she wasn’t being funny, he thinks, as he looks down at his old girl’s console and strokes it absently. Perhaps she was trying to give him hope.
He can feel the TARDIS inside his head-smug.