Loneliness kills -1 (Rose)
“I’ve done alot of things in my 29 years on this planet,” He says softly, “Some things I regret, others I’m glad I did.” He pauses to look around before continuing on. “I’m sure if you put my name into the machine you time travel with, it would tell you everything you could possibly want to know. Though you may not believe some of it,” he says as he glances to her to make sure she’s keeping up.
“So it’s only expected that I’d want to live a normal life…but that didnt exactly go according to plan.”
She doesn’t understand. And that doesn’t surprise her. The life she leads may be different to his. But it’s still dangerous, protecting people, and far away from a normal life as you can possibly get.. and she wouldn’t give it up. Not for the world. What was worse is she didn’t see how she could. Was it even possible? Gazing at him softly for a few moments, Rose finds herself shaking her head.
“But how could you do it?” She asks, her voice hushed now, curiosity burning in her voice. “You know.. people out there need to be protected, and.. there’s so much to see, and do. And your brother— you said you had him? How could you leave him? Alone. Doesn’t he need someone?” That wasn’t fair. Rose knew that already. She was comparing herself to him. She hadn’t the faintest clue how she could go back to eating beans on toast while different planets suffered, and The Doctor led on alone.
“Has anyone seen Rory…?”
She beamed, glad that she thought the idea of teaming up could work, “Oh brilliant! Of course I’d have to talk to the Do- I mean the other people in my alliance first,” she said hastily, “I mean I don’t want to call the shots or anything, in case people don’t play well with others you know?” she said, thinking of how funny the Doctor could get sometimes about relinquishing control. But if it was for the good of everyone else, he might consider it.
“The tavern?” She said, a slight smile playing on her lips, “I think I’ve been underestimating them… I didn’t realise how smart they were. I guess I forgot they were humans once, who know how to plan and think.”
“Right. Ya know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen.” Or too many heros in one alliance. She thinks to herself as an afterthought. She never thought having too many people wanting to help would be a bad thing.
Rose clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pressing her lips together for a moment. “S’like they’re learning faster than we do. Their strategies aren’t ones a normal human would use, and more a psychotic master-mind would.”
“Has anyone seen Rory…?”
Amy nodded, she knew how difficult living arrangements could be, after spending so much time in the TARDIS with the Doctor and Rory. “Sucks that your friends are arguing.” she said awkwardly, she was never very good with showing sympathy for people. “I reckon, since there seems to be so many people around looking to fix the situation, that more of us should group up. Make more progress that way.” If this really was Rose, the woman Amy had seen in the files, then she was probably here with her Doctor. And maybe two Doctors would be better than one. If she could get them working together… Maybe it would be easier to find a solution. “So a blood sample, have you got any plans of how to get one? It’d be too hard to get blood from a full strength croat wouldn’t it?”
The blondes lips twitch upwards at the womans attempt at sympathy, however she nods gratefully anyhow, a genuine smile pursuing her lips. “S’okay. Hopefully things die down soon enough…” The golden-haired girl, however tilts her head to the side at the red-heads proposal. Truthfully speaking, it wasn’t a bad idea. Brilliant in fact. But it wasn’t her shot to call. There were no such thing as group leaders or anything— of course not! But if there was.. it wouldn’t be her. So her features simply state that she agrees. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”
“Well we sorta tried.. ended up being chased back to the TA-.. tar-.. tavern.. The tavern. Trapped in their for a while actually. They’re gettin’ smarter.”
Wolf and Halo || Rose & Castiel
Gaze set, Castiel watches the swarm slowly gather and make it’s way up the street. His brow narrows, leaning back to scan his surroundings.
At the other’s panic, Castiel snaps his head back and considers. He’s not exactly used to this. He supposes, somewhere, that she’s much more remarkably calm than a normal, ignorant human would be in this sort of situation, but being a soldier, and considering that Heaven were simply afraid of nothing, and that Dean and Sam Winchester had simply become hardened to anything that could come their way, it was a little bit of a surprise to come across someone who was scared.
Judging his next motions, Castiel’s grip on her wrist moves up and he gently takes her hand, squeezing it. He looks at her.
“You are not going to die here. I won’t allow it.” He assures, in hushed tones. He takes one last glance. “I will get you out of here.”
The grip loosens. “Don’t move an inch, don’t speak or do anything.” He murmurs. A moment later he disappears, just like that.
A few seconds later he reappears, giving one quick look to Rose. He grabs her hand again, and a second later they’ve both disappeared from the spot, landing in an empty car lot.
He lets go of her hand, taking a step back.
“There. You’re safe now.”
Swallowing thickly, Rose could barely bring herself to look past the green branches and towards the group of hunched creatures in front of it. It was far too nerve-wrecking for herself. And she nearly jumps— but holds back the movement when she feels long, slender fingers lacing with her own. A gesture she saw as comfort thanks to The Doctor.
Gazing at the strange man once more, her eyebrows furrow when he begins to let sentences, and promises slip past his mouth carefully, as if he was sure of every single word he said. But who could he be? Not even The Doctor would be..
Nodding firmly at his commanding words however, she doesn’t argue. Which was something of a change. If The Doctor had told her to do that, she would’ve protested.. or agreed, but followed him anyway. But she didn’t have a hope of following this man, because he was simply… gone.
Seconds later when he returned, she opens her mouth in astonishment to whisper something, but she doesn’t get a chance, because he’s grabbed her hand again, and another few seconds later she finds herself standing in an empty lot. As if nothing had ever happened.
Backing away from him instantly now, she unknots their hands. “What. The. Hell.” She murmurs to herself in shock. But instead of fear being drawn over her features, she gathers her thoughts and whispers. “That’s brilliant!”
“I did, but since you know that you should also know…” Martha leaned in a little to whisper, “….you come back.” She leaned away then with a nod and a knowing smile. Now, she wasn’t sure what happened to Rose after the Doctor had dropped her, Mickey, and Jack off. In all honesty, she had assumed that Rose, Donna, and Handy kept traveling with him.
“But you shouldn’t tell Donna that, she doesn’t know it yet.” She shook her head as if to accentuate that it was a problem, “Me and Jack, we’re from both of your futures.” There was an uneasy smile tagged to the end of it. She was really hoping that Rose didn’t notice the ring on her fourth finger. She and Mickey had eachothers name’s engraved on the insides of the other’s rings.
Shock electrocutes through her system at the three little words that the brunette whisper to her, and the blonde finds herself momentarily stunned. Oh dear god. This only made it more confusing. But — no. She wouldn’t.. she wouldn’t ask anyone how she left him. She didn’t want to know.
“No.. No. I won’t, promise.” She murmurs, still struck in a temporary daze— But the word ‘Jack’ shakes her out of it, the golden-haired girls eyes practically lighting-a-glow. “Jack Harkness? Someone.. someone told me he was here. And tha’ he was here with you. S’it actually him?” Curiously enough she wondered how Captain Jack would know the woman that stood before her, and why he would bring her here…Eyes drifting down she catches a glance of a ring on Marthas finger, but she quickly flickers her orbs back up. No.. couldn’t be.
Quite a lot of people I don’t know. — If you are people that is.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”
“Well come on then. Don’t be as slow as I think you are. What. Are. They?”
I know he said for me to not wonder off…
Donna scoffed, being able to perfectly picture the Ninth Doctor go about insulting even the air when stressed. He seemed the angry type, and with that rambling habit of his, she didn’t doubt that sometimes the stupidest things came out when put under pressure. “I suppose he ain’t all that subtle about it either. Sometimes mine gets like that, ‘cept his insults are a bit harder to spot.”
For a moment, Donna’s a bit confused at whatever connection Rose is making, but catches on soon enough. With a gasp, she turns to the girl with her mouth agape, although a smile is twitching at her lips. “I’d never thought of it like that!” She gives a shocked laugh, her free hand waving around as she tried to come up with something to say. Yet, all that comes out of the redhead at first are stammers.
“Alright, Blondie, I’ll give you that one.” She scoffs good-naturally, looking up at the darkening sky. “Gives me the chills how everythin’ just seems to add up, but I can’t say I regret any of it.”
“Ah. Think my Doctor sorta goes for the hammer to the head technique. Not really fond ov’ humans.” She adds with a roll of her eyes. Rose could most definitely picture Donnas Doctor having a lot more wit when it came to insults, although he hadn’t been rude to her yet, or to anyone in front of her for that matter, so she wondered if she was ever going to witness it.
A grin of sheer and utter victory graces her lips when she notices the shock that passes over the red-heads features from her very own words. Smugness taking ahold of her expression as she listens to the other woman stutter, and stumble. Laughter floods past her lips when she’s finally able to put together a proper sentence. “Ah-ha!” She gloats playfully, before using her free hand to point at the other woman. “Oi. I ain’t ‘blondie’, ‘reddie’” She retorts.
With a smile sauntering onto her lips now, Rose gives a gentle shrug of her shoulders. “How could ya? If it’s anythin’ like how i feel about my Doctor.. why would you wanna regret any ov’ it?”
Anyone?
She nods as an answer to the blonde’s question. “One of the Originals, actually. Rebekah, I thank, was her name.” she says, remembering her last conversation with the said vampire. “Angel? As in winged angel?”
“Rebekah…Rebekah Mikaelson?” She asks quizzically, soft brown eyes wide with curiosity, she’d been wondering what that other blonde was for quite sometime now, and to get some final clarification would be great. Nodding hesitantly, Rose bites down on the plush of her lower lip. “Apparently we’re not actually supposed to see the wings. But I saw ‘em. Once.”
Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt || Rose & The Ninth Doctor
“I’ve never been tickled before. Most people are too intimidated by my manliness or impressive nose, or too busy screaming to try to tickle me.” He sighs. “Are you going to lord that ape comment over me forever?”
Rose was stronger than he had originally anticipated, but he manages to shift his grip just enough to keep a hold of her. “Are. So.” He fake-pouts. “But I don’t want to let you go. You are warm and squishy and very nice to hold on to.” He pokes her in the back as good as possible. “Yes, you are a very bad influence. You could have stayed home, had a nice life, married Mickey, and probably die of old because I saved your sorry planet too many times to count. But no, you just had to go and come with me. Those ones are always trouble.”
He continued to hold onto her stubbornly. “You say that now, but you would come back soon enough. I’m too fantastic for you to live without for long.”
Amusement douses her features much more strongly now at the sound of his explanation. “Sorry ta’burst your bubble but I ain’t intimated in the least.” Her lips twist into that of a cheeky smile once more. “Mhm. Yea. Pretty much. I was thinking longer than forever though.”
“Am. Not.” She counters once more, eyes glowering good and clean up at him, and she fights the urge to just kick him. A whine escapes her lips when he pokes her, and she’s shaking her head quickly. “Well go ‘squish’ somethin’ else, cos’ this blonde ain’t a teddy bear.” She retorts back with a bit of sass, but it’s nothing compared to her next expression. Scoffing, she simply gazing at him with a look that says- “Are you kiddin’ me.” — “M’not trouble either! You’re the one who picks all the fights, and gets us in the tight spots, I’m just an innocent victim!” She replies, quite playfully.
She simply narrows her eyes. Refusing to talk.
