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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-12 21:46:00

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!complete, day 23, location: gym, rose tyler, the doctor (nine)

Who: Rose Tyler and anyone in the gym
What: A very rude awakening
When: Day 23, bright and early
Where: I SAID the gym!
Status: Active
Rating: PG...13!

She may have only known him a couple of days, but Rose was beginning to consider herself close to Chris. To see him so weakened and miserable and ill physically pained her. The man had listened to her babble about complete nonsense, had confided in her about some of his own sufferings, and, well, she could possibly move him up into the makeout buddy category, too. In this place? It didn't hurt to find some comfort, and after the week she'd had, it felt good to know she was wanted, even if by someone who by all rights was a complete stranger. Even if he was a good-looking, green-eyed, good as gold, guardian angel style complete stranger.

Though she'd tried desperately to stay awake by his side, helping however she could, she'd dozed off for what she assumed were just a few moments. But that clearly hadn't been enough for their beloved management, said with sarcasm dripping. They'd moved her from her night watch at some point, plopped her into the area she'd been calling 'home' since she'd retreated to the gym, and given her a giant body pillow. In her sleep, all she knew was there was an additional figure, a tall lanky one that seemed terribly comfortable.

Until the smell reached her.

Rose stirred, knowing immediately something was off. First of all, she hadn't had anyone sharing her bed since Mickey, and this figure was definitely not shaped like his. Secondly, she definitely hadn't in this place, and she knew as soon as she figured out she wasn't in her comfortable TARDIS bed that she was still in that awful glass box. And thirdly...no man she'd ever invited home, even at her drunkest, would smell like that.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Rose's eyes flickered open. She turned over and blinked. The dread she'd felt turned to horror and she sat up lightning fast. No. No. They hadn't. They couldn't have! But it was him. And he? Had been presented to her like a gift, all wrapped up in his tattered trench, his ruined suit, and his bruised, beaten, and mangled body.

At that point, she didn't care who she woke up. All sense left her as Rose let out a panicked, desperate scream. Not quite loud enough to wake the dead--the proof lay lifeless beside her.

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so_impressive
2009-09-13 02:05 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor had woken bright and early that morning.. except that it wasn't bright, and he didn't know how early it really was, thanks to it being a little too dark to read his watch in the museum room he was occupying. The boy werewolf had remained there with him and was still sleeping when he silently left. He'd gone out immediately to begin searching the museum for any sign of Rose, or his older self-- Jack Harkness was also kept an eye out for, because that would certainly be someone that he would be pleased to run into. However, he wasn't able to find any of them within the confines of the museum, and his search took him carefully outside and onto the streets.

He was slow and silent at first, keeping out wary blue eyes for any undead invaders, if the sun hadn't come up, this could easily mean that the creatures were still out and about, waiting in the shadows. What did the Doctor do when he encountered zombies?

He ran. That was all he could do. He wasn't going to use a gun or hack them to bits.. he was just going to run. So this morning, he was ready and rearing to go, if he needed to. Thankfully, he wouldn't. And thankfully, the gym was his next stop. If people weren't in the museum, they tended to cluster into the gym, it seemed like a safe enough idea. Safety in numbers and all that..

It took him a few minutes to get inside the gym, having to work his way past the defenses that had been set up inside, barricading the door. But once inside, he was patting down his leather jacket with both hands, feeling for his screwdriver that he knew wouldn't be there. Force of habit. When he didn't find it, he continued on those few steps, shaking his head.

Until he heard the scream. The Doctor knew that scream, he'd heard it more than once, unfortunately, so he had no doubt it was Rose. It only took him a few rushing strides to get across the gym and to the source of the screaming, where he suddenly came to a stop in front of Rose, now sitting up beside the mangled, smelling corpse of his successor. However, he did his best not to be phased and only stared a scant second at it before reaching down to catch the blonde's arm and haul her up and away, tugging her into his own arms and wrapping her up in them, crushing her into his chest as he looked down over her shoulder at the corpse there.

It was so hard to tell if it was real.. living people were easy, Time Lords could tell. But dead bodies? It just wasn't the same.

"It's okay." He assured Rose softly, comforting the best he knew how. Sorry it wasn't as well as the suited man comforted, Rose. Did you wish it was him holding you like this, and the leather-clad man mangled in your bed? Or maybe you wished it was Chris holding onto you?

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jeopardysfriend
2009-09-13 03:58 pm UTC (link)

There'd been plenty of times Rose had been grateful to see her Doctor. When he'd shown up just in time to stop her from being killed by an alien-infested corpse in Cardiff, that was a big one. Or when they were being chased by gas mask corpse boy, that was big, too. But when she'd woken up next to a zombie of a much more personal sort? That was an entirely different story all together, wasn't it?

She buried her face in his chest, the days of hurt and anger she'd felt draining out of her as she found the familiar comfort in the curve of his muscle tone and the scent of warm, pliable leather. Her small fists gripped the fabric in between her fingers and she hid. For once, she wasn't afraid to say that this was one thing she couldn't handle. Happy, Management? You'd broken her. She'd taken all the blows you'd thrown at her like a champ, but the man, the other version of this one she held now, lying broken beside her caused her to crumble.

And if she knew a flicker of the thoughts that ran through the Doctor's head, she'd have slapped him for his words. Chris was a sweetheart, one who'd come to mean a lot to her in a short time. And she wouldn't deny an instant attachment to the pinstripe wearing man lying there where she'd only just been. But the one holding her at that moment was the one who was her closest friend, the one she'd told everything to. And she'd never, ever wish the fate of the tenth Doctor on him, or anyone else for that matter. They were talking the woman who'd fought for a Dalek, showing compassion where no one else had. To entertain the idea, even for a moment, that she'd rather the two Doctors switched places was beyond unthinkable. No matter how angry she'd been with them.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, unable even to cry she was so stunned. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... I just wanted... Please..." No, she wasn't making sense, and anyone who expected her to was entirely daft. All she knew was how very much she cared about him, and that meant that at some point in her time line, she'd grow to care for that other one just as much, possibly even more. He'd made an impact on her already, and she'd only just met him in this universe. How could he be dead?