my post-doomsday fic: defending the earth

[tlr3]

Next to Rose’s bed, the red bars of the digital clock cycle through positions. Her mother found the clock in a specialty catalogue. On the alternative earth, the earth her mother is trying to make into her own, LED bars had never come into style. Black and silver flip clocks were common; so were LCD clock faces on round alarm clocks with

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[nostalgia_lj]

If I wait long enough, if I am in enough danger, he will come.

“And the thing you need to understand about Torchwood, Ms. Tyler, is that Torchwood is fine with that, too.”

*hands you the internets*

[tlr3]

thanks! :)

i always wanted an internets. . .

[stoplookingup]

EXCELLENT. And stangely relevant to the discussion we were having on my LJ...must be the Twilight Zone...

This is the extension of Rusty's Rose. Poor thing.

[tlr3]

thanks!

it really seemed to be the logical (dark) conclusion of what we actually saw in doomsday (as opposed to what rusty said in the confidential afterwards).