characters: the doctor and rose. setting: thursday evening, rose's house. summary: eleven finds out about rose's transformation. ratings/warnings: Low, nothing crazy. status: in progess.
The Doctor was not expecting very much to come out of his visit with Rose. He was worried sick about the Rose he had just been with, and her children. As he walked down the street to this Rose's house, he was lost in his thoughts, recalling the tears in her eyes when he had found her. She had been sitting in her living room, still in her dress from the funeral. The children were long since tucked into their beds, and Eleven had hardly known how to approach her. What to say. He had hoped she would receive him with open arms. He hoped she would want to come away with him that very day, but it hadn't gone quite so easily.
"You promised I would be happy . . .and you left me. . .and he died. . .he left me too. . .just like you..."
He shook the thoughts as he appraoched her steps. It was hard to think about looking her in the eye. He knew, now, that they were two different Roses, but still the same person. Differnt versions, as it were. But in any case, it was still hard. He had never wanted to inflict pain on her. He had loved her, he had honestly hoped the human version of him would have been able to make her happy, had never anticipated an early death for him. And now this Rose had never been given the human Meta. She was all alone, and she kept saying that something was wrong with her. He sighed as he hurried up the steps and lifted his hand, knocking on her door.