|Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-04-23 16:30:00
|Entry tags:||guy of gisborne, rose tyler|
Who: Rose Tyler and Guy of Gisborne
What: God, why are you people worrying so much???
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Out frolicking, geez, Medbay of course
Warnings: Foul language and graphic images
The last thing she remembered clearly was trying to give orders to Lois and Dick. Her voice was going fast, blackness tinged the edges of her vision, but this was still her team. She might not make it but if she didn't, she wouldn't let them go down, too. Where the hell had that little beast come from? So much research and she'd missed one. There were two of the bastards running around and she'd missed one and how could she have been so fucking stupid?
The knife fell out of her weak fingers before she could reach the little monster. And the next thing she felt was the ground, coming up to meet her. Her hands covered in blood. Her blood. God, there was a lot of it. Lois' screams, Dick's strangled cry, what was happening? Why couldn't she see? She murmured something, mumbled words to help them, try and get them through this. And then she couldn't hear their voices anymore and the world went dark.
After that, everything seemed to go by in a blur. Those moments where she could swear she heard people. But she couldn't touch them, couldn't reach them. Martha's worried voice giving orders. Simon or Anatoly or sometimes both, and Rory, being his usual helpful self. She wanted to tell them to stop worrying. To take care of Dick, he needed them, but her voice wouldn't work.
Then darkness again, and a drug induced haze to go with the fighting of her body. Part of her wanted to give up. To let go. It wouldn't hurt, she knew that. All she had to do was quit trying and she'd slip away. She wondered what happened if you died in this world. Would she get sent home? Find this world's afterlife? Be sent back to the afterlife in her own world?
But the voices. She couldn't turn away from the voices. Not when they sounded so desperate, so pleading. John's soft words, Elena's whisper. And Guy. She felt more than heard him. She was so sorry about making them worry. She couldn't leave them like this. Oh, she knew they could survive without her. They were strong, all of them. Stronger than they believed sometimes. But she could help them. And she loved them all so damn much. More than even they knew.
So she kept fighting. Kept working her way through. Kept dreaming the weirdest dreams of her life. The angels fighting Davros. These angels, the Lawrence ones, not the weeping ones from home. Cas and Anna and Gabriel. Her and Elena and Juliet as Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She couldn't figure out which was which, though. Hanging out in Middle Earth with her adorable hobbit and her ridiculously sexy dwarf.
Which was the one she woke up from. Ironically enough. She felt a hand in hers long before she found the strength to open her eyes. It didn't matter who's, really. But she knew that hand. Long fingers, rough and strong, worn from years of fighting. And she gave it the weakest of squeezes imaginable. But it would've been felt. At that moment, it was the only way she knew how to communicate.