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Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-12-05 04:54:00

Entry tags:

guy of gisborne, rose tyler

Who: Guy and Rose
What: Rose is looking for comfort as the dust settles from battle
When: Late Tuesday/Early Wednesday...after the fighting dies down but before Martha returns, basically
Where: Greaves House, Guy's flat
Warnings: We'll say PG-13 for adult situations!

By the time the fighting around her started to die down, Rose was too exhausted to tell what time it was. Or even what day it was. All she knew was the losses they'd faced. So many people lost, so many dead. The injured adding up by the minute, some unable to stay standing and fighting. And the possessions, people they trusted turning on them because they'd been taken over by demons. She didn't know how to deal with this. Yes, she'd faced battles before. Between traveling with the Doctor, working for Torchwood, and jumping through dimensions, she'd seen more than her share of fighting. It's why she rushed into the fray without batting an eye.

But now? Now it was personal. These people she'd grown to love. Martha... So many people wanted them to hate each other. She'd read more of her 'fandom' than she really should have. And their mutual love of the Doctor had people thinking it'd be all cat fights, all the time. But how could she hate someone the man she loved trusted so completely? Lois, who shouldn't even have been fighting, she should have still been recovering. Andrew, who had gotten so excited about meeting her and now simply looked at her as a friend. Peter, who'd suffered so badly and lost a friend in the process. And John... Her sweet, kind-hearted John who was still too much of a soldier inside to turn away from the fight, though she could see in his eyes how badly it pained him to do so. He'd been hurt and yet he still kept going, still kept shooting with his other arm until the very end.

So many people fallen and there was nothing she could do to help. Except keep fighting. Keep working in overdrive to end the battle, to try and win this war. If this was a sign of the battle to come, then she was scared as hell. When the time came to fight Lucifer for the last time, they were screwed.

Through it all, she'd suffered mostly minor injuries. She'd taken a bad fall after being pushed and was pretty bruised by that. And she was pretty sure she'd banged up her ribs after being thrown by a rather enraged demon (dressed, ironically enough, in a doctor's lab coat...that was terrifying). Her face was bruised as well, and the gash from the kitsune who'd snuck up behind her was drying up rather impressively. But considering she was alive and conscious and walking around where so many weren't... It wasn't worth a trip to the medbay.

Instead, she found herself on the streets of Lawrence. Walking the city, watching the people try to fathom what had just happened. It was like there was a screen over them, blocking out the true evils that they couldn't see. She eyed the destruction, wondering if that was going to right itself the way some of the wishes seemed to be. It didn't even occur to her to check for her own wish. What good was money at a time like this? She'd watched one of her closest friends die. She'd held Martha's limp body in her arms and cried and then had to get back up and fight again.

All in all she was exhausted, and could have done with some sleep. But instead, she somehow found her way to Epiphany's apartment complex. Piffy was feeling pretty broken, too. Harry was dead. It wasn't right. But she knew that wasn't why she was there. Not for her. She knocked on the door, not knowing what time it was and not really caring. She was almost dazed at that point. She just needed...something. Anything. She needed to feel, and that was something Sir Guy of Gisborne did for her. He made her feel again.

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turnedtoashes
2012-12-05 08:19 pm UTC (link)

In probably a rather twisted way, Guy had enjoyed the battle. It was like old times in a lot of ways. Fighting something he was able to kill, leading from the front lines as he knew how and generally doing something that for once was actually for an honourable cause. He'd fought and he'd done it for the right reasons and now there was something of a post battle rush of adrenline. But he wasn't heartless, despite appearances and apparently what history had recorded of his life. There had been injuries, severe ones and there had been more death than he believed this town had seen in a long time. Including Rose's friend Martha. The girl had been a doctor, a healer of sorts but a fighter just the same, and she'd fallen in defense of those she tended to, which he supposed was rather a fitting end but an end all the same.

And he knew what it was like to die. Even with someone by your side, even with family of a sort with you. You were in the end alone, and scared, and waiting for salvation that at least Guy knew would never find him. Martha Jones though, she would have found it. He hoped.

And so it was that rather ironically he was thinking of Rose Tyler when the knock came on his door. It could really only be one of a few people and most were licking their wounds. Even Hood with his ridiculous heroics wouldn't be awake and active this soon after the fight given what injuries he'd suffered. He knew who it was that he would open the door to and he had some idea of why she'd come.

Which was why he didn't speak right away upon opening the door, just enveloped the woman in a hug and held her tightly to him. A flash of memory told him the last two women he'd held this close had died as a result of his actions but Rose was different. There was a jealousy in his heart yes, for the Doctor she'd lost and the man she spent her time with, lived with even. In sin they would have said in his time but who was he to talk of that.

But he'd curbed his jealousy for once, knowing well where it lead and the horrors it could bring.

Instead he just stroked her hair not letting go. "I'm so sorry Rose." he finally said. "She was uncommonly brave."

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plusone
2012-12-05 08:35 pm UTC (link)

She didn't even have to speak, and she was grateful for that. All she knew was, she needed someone with her. She didn't want to be alone. Not then. As much as she loved the people in her life, they each had their own people to grieve for. Even John, as much as she cared for him, couldn't be what she needed just then. It wasn't his fault and she knew it and she loved him anyway. But right then, she needed someone stronger than she was. Guy could be that. For all of his faults, and she wasn't blind, she knew he had them, he was a strong man.

Which is why she easily stepped into his embrace, and finally allowed herself to cry. Not hard. Not the gut-wrenching sobs she'd shed when she'd been torn from the Doctor. This woman grew harder with every loss she faced. Jackie had once said she was changing and she knew now, more than ever, that her mother was right. What would happen if one day, the compassionate woman who'd loved so deeply and cared so much for strangers, just disappeared? Then what?

Her arms circled his waist and she rested her face against his chest, breathing him in. She'd needed this more than even she'd known. Her mind had known it, even if she hadn't fully grasped it. "She always was. Probably even more than me." The words were soft, and she didn't look at him, not yet. "She'd been here before. We were friends, then, too. I was afraid she'd come back not liking me but she did..." She took a deep breath, then, and simply closed her eyes.