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Tweak says, "Blake should be in a cage."

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
2009-09-17 01:02 am UTC (link)

"And what sort of things would those be, Rose Tyler? What color panties your mum wears?" This question came with a smile and lifted eyebrows, yes he was teasing you, but your mother had tried to seduce him that first time she'd laid eyes on him. You know.. right before she smacked ten years off his face. But hey, he'd sort of deserved it, hadn't he? He might not think so.. but he never did.

"I could find a basic direction.. but I'm sure that where ever he is, that he's just fine. I'd be able to tell if he were in any sort of immediate danger." Physically, of course, it certainly didn't count emotional or mental danger.. both of which were plaguing the older (younger looking) Doctor at the moment. "He'll be alright. We always are." The Doctor reminded Rose, with one of those trademark smiles, so sure of himself, this Time Lord was.

With a bit more casual talking and reassurances, the pair managed to pass by a good hour, before the blonde finally checked her journal, just to see... and sure enough, too-familiar handwriting. 'I'm alright'. The Doctor, of course. And this version had sat quietly as the much younger woman at his side had written back to his counterpart. Jealousy bit at him, watching the concern washing over her face as her neat scrawl made its way across the blank page of her journal.

She wouldn't even be finished with that final sentence when the Doctor noticed a person approaching out of the corner of his eye, and lifted his head to look over. Then he lifted his chin some, defensive. Nine had never been fond of the odd-eyed young man.. Ten had told him that he was important, that he meant something to him, and Nine hated the thought that someone else might eventually take Rose's place.. especially when she was still breathing. However.. with the way Ten talked about him, he had to grudgingly admit that the boy seemed to be good for the older, but nicer Time Lord.

But not nearly as good as Rose. Jealous, angry Time Lord that he was, he still couldn't get over that. However, he was rising up to his feet in order to make a proper greeting (or was it a threat?) to the red-head that was definitely not welcomed anywhere near himself, or the pretty blonde behind him. "What do you want?" The Northern accent was harsh, not bothering to take in the much younger man's appearance before he spoke. He couldn't have cared less.

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