quicklog: doctor/rose
[Rose had closed her journal, and she'd tried very, very hard not to get her hopes up. Oh, it wasn't that she doubted the Doctor would try to get to her, but what if he couldn't? What if they were in separate universes, again? So many what ifs, and she knew if she let herself hope too much she might just be disappointed in the end. Problem was, she couldn't help it. For the past few months all she'd been trying to do was find him, bouncing between dimensions, racing against the clock.
This wasn't the parallel Earth, which added to her hope. She'd know if it was, or she was pretty sure she was, and this wasn't it. Not the other London. It was familiar, though, and she ended up walking to their meeting spot. It was close to her old flat, and she half expected to see her mum appear; of course, she didn't. No mum, no Pete, no Mickey. No place to stay, either, and her job with Torchwood was in another universe, but after all she'd faced this was nothing. If the Doctor came, well, it wouldn't matter, would it? And if he didn't... she'd manage, somehow.
Waiting was the hardest, really. She had no idea if he would be minutes, days, hours, since time was tricky and the TARDIS wasn't always reliable. It felt like an eternity, but maybe it wasn't; she couldn't be sure. All he could be sure of was the sound, so very familiar, and she knew. She knew what it was. Her heart was in her throat, and as it faded to silence she made herself turn around, made herself move to investigate.
And there it was. There he was, looking just as she remembered, and her face broke into a grin.] Doctor?