I'll find you in the light of stars - Doctor/Rose - PG
Title: I'll find you in the light of stars
Author: naty_seixas
Beta: mrssnape13
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Rating: PG
Genre: Schmoop
Notes: Written for schmoop_bingo. Prompt: Caught in the rain.
Word Count: 888
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, we would have a lot more Doctor and Rose cuteness on screen.
Summary: At eighteen, Rose was full of hope; at twenty-one, Rose just had memories of a life she lost and pieces of broken heart; at twenty-eight, Rose could just look forward for the future.
I bet you’re going to have a really great year.
The stranger’s words resonated in her memory. Looking at the rain pouring outside and making the city look darker than usual, she hardly believed the year would be great. She just hoped it didn’t become an awful one. She had a good amount of them already, thank you very much. Right now, Rose preferred the boring years over the troubled ones. Too many hurtful feelings to handle weren’t worth her time.
Anyway, it wasn’t like her life was bad. It was just that every day looked the same to her. Go to work, meet Mickey, talk to Shareen and help Mom. Rose couldn’t help wishing something would happen to make things more interesting. Everything always remained the same. Sometimes, it was like she was trapped inside her own life and she was only eighteen years old. She didn’t want to think how she’d feel when she was twenty- eight and leading almost the same life.
She shrugged and pushed those thoughts away. What was meant to happen would happen and she’d have to accept it. That was life. Bad things happened, but so did good things. She just had to live on.
Rose took off her shoes, loosened her hair and lay down. She looked at the window and saw the big gray clouds covering London’s sky.
“No stars for you today, Rose,” she muttered, annoyed. “Great.”
She liked to look at the sky when she went to sleep. She liked to think that every time she was watching the stars, a special someone was doing the same; someone who could change her life for good. A special someone who could bring great things into her life. It was a silly thought, but she felt like something great was around the corner, just waiting to happen. It could be a stupid feeling, but she hoped she’d get there.
Rose closed her eyes; the sound of the rain falling turned into a lullaby and, before she knew it, she was asleep. That night she dreamed about stars and wolves.
-
Rose was twenty-one and the special person she had waited for to change her life had already came to her. And he was already gone.
Once again, she was trapped. Instead of Henrik's, she had Torchwood; instead of Shareen, she had a dad and a baby brother; instead of being trapped in her life, she was trapped in a parallel universe.
Eighteen, she was full of hope of a better life. Twenty-one, she already knew what a better life meant and the reality stung.
She was just standing in the rain, tears falling down her face, the sadness taking over once again. She could remember a dozen different rains the Doctor had showed her. All of them were amazing and all those memories had the power to break her heart. She wondered if someday she’d think about the Doctor and the life they led together without crying. She knew it was impossible.
Her heart was among the things she left behind. But it was okay, that meant it was with him. Only fair he remained with the biggest part of who she was. The Doctor was the man who showed her the universe and a wonderful life, which changed her life for good. He was the man who helped her become the girl he called the defender of the Earth. She wished she could see herself through his eyes; because every time she looked at the mirror, she could only see a lost girl trapped in the wrong world with a bunch of memories and a broken heart, which kept her fighting.
-
Rose woke up with the sound of the rain pouring. For three straight days, the rain hadn’t stopped for more than an hour. The city was truly in chaos; half of the people were at home because it was impossible to go outside. Even Torchwood was closed, which meant she was at home for three days, just resting.
Sometimes life could be really good, she thought with a smile.
Rose spread her arms across the bed and the place the Doctor had been sleeping last night beside her was empty. She was used to it by now; he usually would be gone when she woke up when she had a free day. The Doctor liked to spend his time tinkering in his workshop if he wasn’t with her. God knew what he did in there and she didn’t really want to know. Rose just made him swear he wouldn’t blow up the whole building. He looked very insulted by her statement, but it wasn’t her fault if he liked to blow things up. She remembered what he did with her job when they first met; she didn’t want to come back and didn’t have a home anymore.
She sat on the bed, her eyes wandering around the bedroom. A pile of books next to the bed, a pile of clothes in a chair they never used, a lot of papers scattered on the floor and one or two pieces of clothing lying around the corner. She grinned at their disarray.
Her mother was right when she said they were a mess together.
Rose couldn’t be happier.
Twenty-eight and the future never looked more promising.
Author: naty_seixas
Beta: mrssnape13
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Rating: PG
Genre: Schmoop
Notes: Written for schmoop_bingo. Prompt: Caught in the rain.
Word Count: 888
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, we would have a lot more Doctor and Rose cuteness on screen.
Summary: At eighteen, Rose was full of hope; at twenty-one, Rose just had memories of a life she lost and pieces of broken heart; at twenty-eight, Rose could just look forward for the future.
I bet you’re going to have a really great year.
The stranger’s words resonated in her memory. Looking at the rain pouring outside and making the city look darker than usual, she hardly believed the year would be great. She just hoped it didn’t become an awful one. She had a good amount of them already, thank you very much. Right now, Rose preferred the boring years over the troubled ones. Too many hurtful feelings to handle weren’t worth her time.
Anyway, it wasn’t like her life was bad. It was just that every day looked the same to her. Go to work, meet Mickey, talk to Shareen and help Mom. Rose couldn’t help wishing something would happen to make things more interesting. Everything always remained the same. Sometimes, it was like she was trapped inside her own life and she was only eighteen years old. She didn’t want to think how she’d feel when she was twenty- eight and leading almost the same life.
She shrugged and pushed those thoughts away. What was meant to happen would happen and she’d have to accept it. That was life. Bad things happened, but so did good things. She just had to live on.
Rose took off her shoes, loosened her hair and lay down. She looked at the window and saw the big gray clouds covering London’s sky.
“No stars for you today, Rose,” she muttered, annoyed. “Great.”
She liked to look at the sky when she went to sleep. She liked to think that every time she was watching the stars, a special someone was doing the same; someone who could change her life for good. A special someone who could bring great things into her life. It was a silly thought, but she felt like something great was around the corner, just waiting to happen. It could be a stupid feeling, but she hoped she’d get there.
Rose closed her eyes; the sound of the rain falling turned into a lullaby and, before she knew it, she was asleep. That night she dreamed about stars and wolves.
-
Rose was twenty-one and the special person she had waited for to change her life had already came to her. And he was already gone.
Once again, she was trapped. Instead of Henrik's, she had Torchwood; instead of Shareen, she had a dad and a baby brother; instead of being trapped in her life, she was trapped in a parallel universe.
Eighteen, she was full of hope of a better life. Twenty-one, she already knew what a better life meant and the reality stung.
She was just standing in the rain, tears falling down her face, the sadness taking over once again. She could remember a dozen different rains the Doctor had showed her. All of them were amazing and all those memories had the power to break her heart. She wondered if someday she’d think about the Doctor and the life they led together without crying. She knew it was impossible.
Her heart was among the things she left behind. But it was okay, that meant it was with him. Only fair he remained with the biggest part of who she was. The Doctor was the man who showed her the universe and a wonderful life, which changed her life for good. He was the man who helped her become the girl he called the defender of the Earth. She wished she could see herself through his eyes; because every time she looked at the mirror, she could only see a lost girl trapped in the wrong world with a bunch of memories and a broken heart, which kept her fighting.
-
Rose woke up with the sound of the rain pouring. For three straight days, the rain hadn’t stopped for more than an hour. The city was truly in chaos; half of the people were at home because it was impossible to go outside. Even Torchwood was closed, which meant she was at home for three days, just resting.
Sometimes life could be really good, she thought with a smile.
Rose spread her arms across the bed and the place the Doctor had been sleeping last night beside her was empty. She was used to it by now; he usually would be gone when she woke up when she had a free day. The Doctor liked to spend his time tinkering in his workshop if he wasn’t with her. God knew what he did in there and she didn’t really want to know. Rose just made him swear he wouldn’t blow up the whole building. He looked very insulted by her statement, but it wasn’t her fault if he liked to blow things up. She remembered what he did with her job when they first met; she didn’t want to come back and didn’t have a home anymore.
She sat on the bed, her eyes wandering around the bedroom. A pile of books next to the bed, a pile of clothes in a chair they never used, a lot of papers scattered on the floor and one or two pieces of clothing lying around the corner. She grinned at their disarray.
Her mother was right when she said they were a mess together.
Rose couldn’t be happier.
Twenty-eight and the future never looked more promising.