InsaneJournal

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.