rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, @ 2009-03-31 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | rose tyler, the tenth doctor |
Who: The Doctor (Ten) and Rose Tyler
What: Talk n' chips.
Where: Someplace 'round that serves chips!
When: After Ten and Rose run into the Ninth Doctor.
Ratings: A for ANGST.
Status: Complete/closed.
There was a bit of comfort to be found in things which were still normal. Electricity, for one thing, and running water, those were necessary, vital things that Rose would miss if they were gone. And there were worse places to be stranded than a village with buildings and structure and just about everything they could need to survive. She hadn't exactly considered ending up in the prehistoric era when she blindly came through the rift, but the possibility did exist.
Her mind was too busy reeling off of any kind of focus to hang on and think clearly for more than five seconds' time, and Rose had to fight the urge to lift her hands to her hair in an attempt to hold herself together. Never mind that walking at a regular, familiar pace was proving too much of a task, and every moment she was still on her own two feet felt like a great accomplishment.
Two of them. Two. Both. It's completely impossible, got to be some kind of paradox -
The thoughts chased at her heels through the glass door and wrapped themselves up in the familiar smell of grease and other things to eat. Aternaville wasn't exactly looking to become the health food capital of the universe, but at least there was comfort food to be found. And if anything had continued to make Rose feel better in disquieting situations, time and again, it had been the pressure of a familiar hand and chips. The second was slightly humiliating to admit to, but the first wasn't coming and so she had her arms folded across her chest as if that would somehow prevent another shiver from breaking across her shoulders.
It wasn't working.