Re: HELLBOUND-Rose Tyler/Bad Wolf
The threat of war had been lingering for so long that Rose no longer felt fear when it happened. Simply resigned. If this had to be done, she'd do it and she'd simply say a quick prayer to whatever might still be listening that they'd all get through to the other side of this alive and still there. She was tired, physically and emotionally, and at that point, all she wanted was for it to be over. Whatever it took.
Years of training had led to this. Nearly three years in Lawrence, learning from Bobby, from Sam and Ruby, from anyone and everyone who would train her. The years before that back in her alternate London, fighting alongside Torchwood and learning to shoot properly, to fight hand to hand, and to generally be a leader. And before that...all that time at the Doctor's side. Being what he needed, where he needed, when he needed her. That was where she'd learned compassion, trust, and above all, hope.
But hope was fading as she watched scenes play out in front of her. The people she'd grown to care for falling around her. They'd been swarmed. Becker couldn't give out orders fast enough, and she hadn't heard his voice in a while and it scared her. Peter was injured, her sweet Peter, so much more to her now than just the Doctor's face and voice. John was patching him up, being forced to shoot in between bandages. For everything her friend had been through, he was still standing tall, shooting straight, and saving lives. He was being everything she knew he could, and she couldn't be more proud, even if she was terrified for him right then.
Rose herself was shooting and stabbing and exorcising as fast as she could, but there were just too many of them. They were overwhelmed and nothing short of a miracle would save them now. And no one knew like Rose Tyler how rare and random miracles could be.
The shout came and at first, she tried to tune it out. Between humans and demons alike, there was plenty of shouting around her. But she knew that voice. That voice was a part of her, as much as its much more posh one that followed. And her heart, her single, solitary heart, sank. She ran her knife through one more demon before turning to look. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene. The Doctor, who'd been doing his own share of fighting despite being a man who despised violence, had been overtaken. There were too many of them. Even if she went up to them now, she'd likely be taken as well. And they weren't just killing him, no. They were torturing him, pushing him to his breaking point, because that's what these bastards did. They found themselves amusing and they knew their numbers were great enough to get away with it. They had no regard for each other, for the ones falling around them.
It had to stop. And she only knew one way out. She knew the consequences, she knew what it would cost. But it didn't matter. Her Doctor had gotten a second chance at life. She wasn't going to fail him now.
It only took a second's hesitation for her to turn and run. Anyone watching would think she was fleeing the battle, running away before the entire squadron could be taken over. That was hardly on Rose's mind, however. She didn't have far to go. She'd insisted the TARDIS be close in case something happened and they had to hide people. If it could withstand the armies of Genghis Khan, it could handle Lucifer's army. Right? She was about to test that more than ever.
Sliding her key into the lock, the key that had never left her, not once, she slipped inside to Eleven's console room. She stood still for a few seconds, breathing heavily. She couldn't even guarantee this would work. New TARDIS, new location...new Rose. She and the TARDIS had been separated, and for so long, she'd fought it. She didn't want to grow attached again, only to lose her. When she'd been engaged to the Tenth, she'd lived there more often than not, but she'd still kept her own flat. Just in case. She was tired of being hurt, tired of being let down.