[ role play for rude_not_ginger; breaking her heart into two. ]
Rose had been certain she was losing her mind. There was no other logical explanation that her mind was willing to come up with, no rationality that would break itself through the unrelenting, dense clouds of disbelief and prove a reasonable enough result as to how he had come. Had she not known him implicitly, without needing so much as a second ( Read more... )
Donna had been no good at cooking and neither had the Doctor, so John should've been really unsurprised at the half-burned, half-undone mess lying on the plate. It was his real last-ditch effort before he gave up to call Indian food. He lit a candle on the middle of the table and tried to cut away the burned and gooey bits on the pizza before tossing it onto the table as well just as he heard Rose enter.
He grinned.
"Hello!" he called. "Made dinner."
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John watched the door shut, then closed his eyes, trying to shut out how angry and hurt he felt. When he opened them again, he'd destroyed the flat. Papers and bowls and vases and furniture were overturned and thrown about. It looked like a war zone.
Well, he was born in battle. He shouldn't have been too surprised with himself.
He grabbed his jacket and his wallet and left out the back. There was no point in staying in this place.
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In the end, the change had been inevitable. The Doctor had brought her back to be with him for his own reasons, and Rose had left again for her own. This time it had been her choice and only hers that had sent her back to the parallel world.
"You love him?" He'd looked at her with impassive, sad - and different, so completely different - eyes and she'd known the change had happened already, that she never should have gone back, but the heart was a strange thing.
"You knew that already," she had said, and then she'd left. He hadn't tried to stop her, and she hadn't really expected he would.
Now it was a matter of finding John. But where?
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Japan. That was somewhere. And it had been a long time since---but he remembered he'd never actually been to Japan. That was the Doctor.
He stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes.
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Because he was the reason he came back.
Finding him in Japan had been the hard part at first, but Rose was admittedly surprised at how few Smith-comma-Johns were staying in Japanese hotels. The first one was a businessman who asked her if she was who he had requested for entertainment. The second was a father with a family of three.
The third, she had yet to find out.
With her heart in her throat, Rose tapped her knuckles against the closed door.
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John decided to head out for ice. He'd ordered a little room service and he was thinking about adding a bottle of wine to that. Since alcohol affected him much more easily now, it wasn't difficult to think of it as a fun recreation. A once-in-a-while getaway. And he was on holiday, he deserved it.
He opened the door to his hotel room, sparing a quick glance to the hallway beside him. There was a woman standing at the door to the room next to him. He did a double-take. Was that---?
"Rose?"
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Her hair whipped against the side of her face when she turned to his direction, her lips parted in a half astonished, half embarrassed expression.
"Yeah," she said quietly, "yeah. It's me."
Just me.
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