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[the_idiotgirl]

and the stars will guide you home Doctor/Rose, R
It surprises her, sometimes, how young she is. She stares at her hands and thinks: Twenty-three. I am twenty-three. (924 words)

Comments

[professor_spork]

This is awesome. I love the frank realism of it; the violence of the jumps. Gorgeous.

[the_idiotgirl]

:)

Thank you.

[takethewords]

This is gorgeous and real and it hurts and oh, Rose. I love every interaction here with everyone, especially the one with Tony. And God, every time she finds the Doctor.

This is just how it would be. Beautiful.

[the_idiotgirl]

Aw, thanks for the kind words.

[kremlindusk]

This is fantastic. I love these bleak, "Rose is going through hell to get back to the Doctor" stories. Amazing job. Bravo!

[the_idiotgirl]

:D

Thank you very much.

[the_idiotgirl]

Oh, you made me blush. Thanks for reading.

[thenakedcupcake]

I love the detachment. Looking at her hands, a mantra of her age. I love the abrupt breaks in each moment, harsh just like her landings. I love that she lies to Tony, even when its the truth. I love that she likes Eleven's bowtie. I love that you show Jackie break, just as a mother would, even while Rose refuses to. It twists my heart that she said she knew the Doctor loved her in past tense when she meets Ten. I love that when she meets him, he already loves her, and knows he's a silly git who didn't say it.

This is starting to feel like I'm writing wedding vows. That's cool, I think I'd marry this fic. Its simply made of friggin awesome.

[the_idiotgirl]

Glad you enjoyed this.

Also, my fic dreams of a Spring wedding. Just, FYI.

[thenakedcupcake]

Done. As long as your fic and I get a ridiculous cake.