Rose Tyler (by_any_other) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-08-31 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, ninth doctor, rose tyler |
Again (The Doctor)
The sun was setting by the time Rose made it back to shore. Carnivorous, territorial fish! Rose had heard of them, but she'd never thought that they'd be in the span of ocean between this island and its twin. Fortunately, they hadn't cared enough to follow her when she got closer to the island where she'd woken. Now the day was nearly done. The sun was slipping toward the horizon, and her skin stung from the saltwater and the wounds. And she still was no closer to finding the Doctor.
There were supplies deeper in the heart of the island; she'd seen them when she went exploring earlier in the day. She was going to get up soon and go back to the cave where she'd seen the first aid kit -- soon. But first, she was going to catch her breath. She was tired, she was frustrated, she was bleeding, and she was absolutely furious. At last, she pulled herself up from where she'd sprawled, wet and hurting, on the beach, and sat up enough to look at the bitemarks on her arms, her ankles and her belly. None of them were going to cause her any problems.
Carnivorous, territorial fish! Daleks, Cybermen, Slitheen, Davros -- those, she could understand. But fish?! Worse, Rose had crossed the barriers between alternate universes before, and she had utterly failed to manage what looked like less than a mile's swim. She didn't used to get so angry, so quickly. It was easier, these days.