|The Doctor (doctorjohnsmith) wrote in hellascenes,|
@ 2013-10-01 03:12:00
|Entry tags:||!20 pts, rose tyler, tenth doctor|
Who: The Doctor & Rose Tyler
Where: Rose's Room
What: The traveller's meet... again.
He'd heard she was here, but The Doctor hadn't really believed it - not really. Of course, they'd seen each other mere months ago, though it seemed so very much longer given all that had happened since the defeat and death of The Master. That didn't mean he hadn't missed her, with every fibre of his being. He'd dreamed of the day when he'd see Rose Tyler again and here it was, at the end of his journey - or at least this journey - and he had absolutely no clue what to say to her!
Even as he watched her enter her flat The Doctor mused on the best way to approach her. "Hey, you're here in hell too, fantastic!" just didn't seem appropriate, let alone the vastly inappropriate "I thought I sent you back home!" which just rubbed salt into an all-too-familiar wound. Rose stepped through the door and was gone. It was as if the paralyses, both of mind and body, broke as he lost sight of her. He couldn't loose her again, he couldn't bare it, and so with absolutely no idea what he would say he made his way across the manically busy road and knocked at the door.
Given that she'd only just gone in waiting, tapping his feet, rolling back on his heels with his hands in his pockets, The Doctor felt like an eternity was passing. Then, suddenly, she was there. "Rose Tyler!" he felt the grin his his lips as soon as he said her name. "So, what's a degenerate like you doing in a hell like this?" The Doctor asked, the grin morphing into a sheepish smirk as he reconsidered his corny greeting. "More to the point," he said, taking a deep breath, "how are you? How have you been? Happy, I hope?" And as much as it was the truth, there was part of him that desperately missed her, and secretly hoped she felt the same.