Who: Rose Tyler and the Tenth Doctor What: Confessions? Confrontations? Whatever, it could get messy or be adorable, we don't make the call When: Day 26, 11am Where: Gas Station Rating: PG-13 for Rose's mouth Status: Incomplete
It was chilly again. Sure, they didn't have decomposing bodies lying around, why not have it be nice and cool again? Idiots. The smell probably would have bothered her more if she hadn't been dealing with reeling emotions. Chris had just been bitten by the zombie woman lying beside him, and then there was her own wake-up gift. And she was on her way to see him. Alive and well. And she wouldn't be able to deny any longer that it wasn't simply because she worried for her still-living friend that she'd panicked on seeing him dead.
The truth was, Rose wanted to still be angry with the older, younger-looking Time Lord. She'd been hurt. Devastated, even. Once again treated like a small child who couldn't take care of herself. But she'd thought about it. She'd listened to what Chris had said, what Jack had said, and eventually even what her Doctor had said. As angry and hurt as she'd been, Rose knew why he'd done what he had. That didn't make it any easier to deal with the fact that she'd been lied to. Or that he'd listened to her and she'd trusted him even with him knowing who he would eventually be to her.
And yet, she was walking to the gas station as it neared eleven, her hooded jacket pulled tightly around her, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She didn't think he could ever hurt her. Not physically, at least. But it was the emotional scars he'd left that she feared reopening. It didn't matter. She wanted this. She wanted to talk to him, to have her questions answered and to hear what he had to say. For better or for worse, right? What was the worst that could happen?
Well. Other than the row to end all rows leading to her not traveling with his regenerated self.