rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, @ 2009-03-25 21:49:00 |
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Who: Rose Tyler and [OPEN]
What: Arrival!
Where: Anyplace in Aternaville.
When: 25 March; nighttime
Warnings: None as of now!
Status: Incomplete.
"Warning! Warning! Breach activity! All personnel to their stations for control and containment. Location and coordinates -"
Had the computer screens not been scrolling said coordinates across their glassy surfaces, not an individual in Torchwood's main office would have known where to go. The room erupted unceremoniously into a pattering of heels, squeaking of wheeled chairs, and the shouting of voices, all of which were overpowered by the booming commands of Pete Tyler.
"All right, everyone, that's enough, calm down...containment crew...cars...analysis...location...bay.
Only parts of what he was saying were audible, but for Rose Tyler that was all she needed to hear. The rift activity was down near the bay, which would be faster to run to on foot as opposed to taking the first available set of keys to the first available personnel car - which would be snugly equipped with tracking and emergency control devices. And if Pete Tyler had any idea where his daughter was going, he'd stop her from the comfort of his own desk. It was one of the reasons Rose had never been permitted to be on an on-sight containment team, because both Pete and Jackie had always worried she might try -
- to do exactly what she was about to do.
There wasn't time for a long, heartfelt note of farewell and apology, so Rose had to settle for a quickly scrawled Mum, Dad, Mickey, I'm sorry. I love you. on the nearest scrap of printout, which she tossed unceremoniously onto her own desk. And then she was running, her heels clattering across the tiled floor, just another sound and presence to be drowned out by more pressing activities and the still hectic moving about of other personnel.
It had been years. Rose had never lost count of exactly how many days, hours and minutes had passed since she last saw the Doctor, but that wasn't something she took a great deal of pride in voicing. The only thing that mattered was her life hadn't been the same since. There had been a great, yawning chasm of emptiness that refused to relent, something that no career - or man, at that - had been able to fill. Torchwood had been a fine place to bury herself, to believe there was a chance, a possibility, anything at all, that someday the impossible would happen and the rift would open up again. Some small gap in time and space that might - might - take her back to the world she had no choice but to leave behind.
Not just the world, but the -
The unspoken, yet wholly encompassing reason was what made her run. Down flights of stairs because elevators were too slow, through security checkpoints she never had to bother with, either, and out a whistling pair of revolving doors. Already she could smell the salted air, feel the wind against her flushed cheeks, and feel the rapid-fire pounding of her own heart.
Gaps in time and space were never pretty. There was no telling where she would end up if she went through, or if she would even land in another place. It was much more likely Rose would pitch herself straight into the void and spend eternity floating about in nothingness. But that was a risk she had come to terms with a long time ago, one that she had decided to take.
With one last look back at Torchwood, at the sharp tower and the memories of her family, she made another silent apology and began to run again. Containment would already be on their way, she could hear the sirens, but she was too close and they'd never be able to stop her.
And with that, she ran and jumped. A roaring, rushing sound screamed in her ears, robbing her senses all momentarily blind, and when the world rushed up to meet her all Rose could think was ..grass..? before her head contacted something hard and all went dark.