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banished_dame

[Torchwood] Waiting for emails.

Nov 07, 2007 11:55

Rose moved from the back galley of Torchwood with her cell in one hand and half of a chocolate chip cookie in her mouth waiting until she could take a seat at her desk before actually taking it out of her mouth. Mastering walking and talking was one thing, but mastering holding food in her mouth, playing a game on her cell and walking back toward ( Read more... )

[couples therapy]: arc: homecoming, [couples therapy]: scene - tags, [couples therapy]: rude-not-ginger

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rude_not_ginger November 7 2007, 05:56:34 UTC

"Rose?"

The entire process of getting to where he was---that is, to where he wasn't, which was in space and time---actually took the better part of six days. Six days worth of negotiation, arguments, and general investigation into the Eternals he'd been dealing with.

One of whom had been known at one point as Mariner. Through him, the Doctor was now standing, his cell phone in hand, with Rose on the other end. His mouth went dry.

"That you?"

banished_dame November 7 2007, 06:00:58 UTC

There were things that Rose had figured on hearing in her lifetime. Little sister's first words, Mum getting remarried to Dad and hearing them take their vows again. Mickey actually saying he was wrong for something that he was really wrong for... but she never actually figured on hearing that voice again.

Sure in her dreams maybe, calling out to her through it all trying to make her understand that everything happened for a reason, but that wasn't exactly something she wanted to believe in after she got trapped behind that wall... with him on the other side.

Now though it was her time to doubt.

"That me what? Mickey this ain't funny. I'm still at work. Yea it's late and no I'm not plannin' on leavin' anytime soon so ye' best just pack it in and believe that I'm not comin' out to the tavern tonight with you all."

Of course that was what she said, but her heart was trying so hard to break through all of her fears that it's just a passing thought, another final farewell.

"It's not Mickey is it..."

rude_not_ginger November 7 2007, 06:08:09 UTC

Especially after she first left, he'd found himself replaying old recordings of their chats in the console room. He'd gotten one of the cameras working and made a few off-the-wall discs, then completely forgotten about the camera until she was gone. Suddenly, the discs were replayed several times in a row, as he tried to imagine it was the same as hearing her.

Grief, the TARDIS in his mind had told him at the time.

It was completely different hearing her. Here and now and all that.

"No, Rose. It's me."

banished_dame November 7 2007, 06:13:27 UTC

Feet once balanced perfectly on the rail of the stool now needed to be flat on the ground, and the edge of her desk chair suddenly felt far too short to even be sitting on the edge of, "It's me... like ( ... )

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