Title: “Abandoned and Abandoning” Fandom/original: Doctor Who Characters: Rose Tyler, (Tenth, Donna-) Doctor; Rose x Doctor Rating: K Plus / PG / All Ages Word count: 371 Notes: 04x13 (“Journey’s End”). First part of a longer fic that’ll be posted in personal journal upon completion, as this was the part that was initially written for the word. Until the thing ran away from me (like they usually do) and went from 15 minutes to…oh, 70?
Oh my God, he’s left me.
Oh my God, he’s leaving me again.
Oh my God, he’s…
…not this time.
So she watches the box fade, she clings to the hand that’s his but not, and…lets him go.
Goodbye, Doctor. Goodbye, Donna. Goodbye, Rose.
Because the box is fading from a beach it was never supposed to see, and – despite what they all seem to think – she knows a piece of her (maybe all of her) is fading with it. Goodbye, TARDIS. It’s been a good run. Goodbye, Rose Tyler. You weren’t supposed to stay here.
She was left here once before, by an image she couldn’t touch yet seemed to slice her to shreds. She’s being left again, by the man who always seems to think he knows what’s best for her but…damn it all, does he really know anything?
So she lets go. She straightens her back and clings to the wrong hand. She watches the place the box once stood for only a moment, and then she releases the hand and turns to her mother. She sees the understood hurt, the empathy, the underlying joy (because it was the end of the world, and while she went back to him he kept his word and returned her to her) – and she can’t take it, but she does. Because she’s Rose Tyler, and she’s learned to live with disappointment.
That doesn’t keep her from turning on her heel and bringing her arm up, connecting it in an audible SMACK! against the side of the face that’s his but not.
“Ow! Blimey, Rose, what was that for?!”
He looks away, his eyes downcast and accepting. She knows he knows she’s directing the slap at him, not him, and she knows he knows he’s the closest she’ll ever get to the real thing again. She knows he knows he’s the only one who can take his slaps now – and it drives her mad that he doesn’t question it. He’s wrong, so wrong, but they don’t seem to see it. Don’t seem to care.
He doesn’t say anything because she doesn’t, and she remains silent when he does. Wordless, she stuffs her hands in the pockets of her coat and walks away.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninetydegrees
no subject
on 2009-02-26 11:30 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Doctor Who
Characters: Rose Tyler, (Tenth, Donna-) Doctor; Rose x Doctor
Rating: K Plus / PG / All Ages
Word count: 371
Notes: 04x13 (“Journey’s End”). First part of a longer fic that’ll be posted in personal journal upon completion, as this was the part that was initially written for the word. Until the thing ran away from me (like they usually do) and went from 15 minutes to…oh, 70?
Oh my God, he’s left me.
Oh my God, he’s leaving me again.
Oh my God, he’s…
…not this time.
So she watches the box fade, she clings to the hand that’s his but not, and…lets him go.
Goodbye, Doctor. Goodbye, Donna. Goodbye, Rose.
Because the box is fading from a beach it was never supposed to see, and – despite what they all seem to think – she knows a piece of her (maybe all of her) is fading with it. Goodbye, TARDIS. It’s been a good run. Goodbye, Rose Tyler. You weren’t supposed to stay here.
She was left here once before, by an image she couldn’t touch yet seemed to slice her to shreds. She’s being left again, by the man who always seems to think he knows what’s best for her but…damn it all, does he really know anything?
So she lets go. She straightens her back and clings to the wrong hand. She watches the place the box once stood for only a moment, and then she releases the hand and turns to her mother. She sees the understood hurt, the empathy, the underlying joy (because it was the end of the world, and while she went back to him he kept his word and returned her to her) – and she can’t take it, but she does. Because she’s Rose Tyler, and she’s learned to live with disappointment.
That doesn’t keep her from turning on her heel and bringing her arm up, connecting it in an audible SMACK! against the side of the face that’s his but not.
“Ow! Blimey, Rose, what was that for?!”
He looks away, his eyes downcast and accepting. She knows he knows she’s directing the slap at him, not him, and she knows he knows he’s the closest she’ll ever get to the real thing again. She knows he knows he’s the only one who can take his slaps now – and it drives her mad that he doesn’t question it. He’s wrong, so wrong, but they don’t seem to see it. Don’t seem to care.
He doesn’t say anything because she doesn’t, and she remains silent when he does. Wordless, she stuffs her hands in the pockets of her coat and walks away.