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Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Donna? There'd been another one? Hell, how many bleeding people had he picked up? Rose had always had the feeling that time passed differently in her new universe than his, but it'd still only been a few years. Had they all been there at once? Did they just come and go? Who would ever leave this life unless they absolutely had to?

And as she looked up at him as he cupped her face, she also had to wonder. Who would ever let him go? She'd have given her very soul to stay in this place by his side, with the TARDIS watching over them. In a way she had when she'd literally let the Vortex consume her soul in order to return to him on Satellite 5. And now, in a lesser sense, she'd let the cannon consume her, refusing to believe in any sense of the words that it wouldn't work.

She smiled easily when he admitted he'd held on to it because it smelled like her. She'd quite honestly slept with the shirt she'd worn on the day she'd died in her old dimension. It was the last thing she had that had any traces of him to it and she'd only moved it into her closet when Jackie began complaining. But it had still stayed there, the heartbreaking memories that accompanied it mingling with the memories of his smiles and encouragement. "I should wear it for a bit while I'm here, then," she told him, her voice cracking slightly. "Get it all good and Rose-smelling again." Just in case. God, she wished there was more certainty to all of this.

But then he hugged her close, and Rose realized she couldn't care less. Certain of tomorrow or not, she was going to take advantage of every second she had. Against all the odds, she was there, in his arms. She finally gave into the tears that had been threatening to break all night, and found herself sobbing into the fancy dress shirt he wore. "I missed you so much," she confessed, her arms wrapping around him and clinging as if she feared ever letting him go. And maybe she did. "I was so scared... I hated not knowing what had happened to you. Where you'd gone, if you were alright." Even her last moments with him, with merely his image as a comfort, had been ruined by not truly getting to say goodbye before he was snatched away.