tampered | Log ongoing; closed

When; Oct 8
Rating; PG-13 at the most
Characters; Rose Tyler, The Doctor
Summary; Rose ends up with 'Last Man Standing' curse while the Doctor ends up with Nightmares the next day. It's all a wreck.
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When Rose woke up that morning, the City was a deserted ruin. When faced with an apocalypse, or if you're Rose Tyler, the first order of business is always to find the Doctor. She checks City Solutions, the ship where they get chips then Donna's flat followed by Amy and Rory's as well as the TARDIS'. When all of those come up empty, Rose begins to get worried. By afternoon she's panicked, having searched the City over. Come evening, she's a wreck and that's when her device decides to start broadcasting. She's in tears, tracks of mascara on her cheeks. It's like losing him at Canary Wharf all over again but somehow this is worse. She's losing everything she could have had with him that she never even imagined she'd get before.

“I need you back. Please. Doctor please, find me.”

She sits on a bench for a moment, giving into the absolute wreck of a girl she is inside then wipes at her cheeks with the heels of her hands, takes a deep breath and stands up. Rose Tyler doesn't wait for the Doctor to find her. She finds him.

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As long as that's special as in unique and not short bus.

She doesn't have any reason to suspect him of guilt so he gets away with it. He won't forever though. There will be some answering for it on his part.

She nudges him a bit with her shoulder. "Things like that, always better with two. 'Specially when the two's me and you."

Pft. Like that's even something she ought to be worried about.

That's still going to be a 'fun' conversation. Given how many times she seems to have mentally counted things as okay given that they weren't separated on purpose, he's going to be in quite a bit of trouble.

'Quite right. Most things are better with two. Makes it easier to count off, anyway. Keep track of companions, share things. You get a lot of things packaged in sets of two. Mind, sleep deprivation isn't something I ever thought would be counted amongst the "Good When Shared" list.'

So much trouble. He'll be digging himself out for a good bit. Although really, guilt will probably do him in. I suspect her nightmares will come back in full force once she finds out. Really though, part of her counting things as 'okay' because they weren't separated on purpose is more about reassuring herself that a)she's not going to be like other companions. He won't abandon her and b)once they're out of here, he'll take her with him again.

"Guess we've got to add to that list, yeah?"

It'll probably take some convincing after she learns but he really isn't ever going to leave her ever again at this point. Not voluntarily, anyway. Possibly not even involuntarily. It's a good thing she likes him so much because he's going to follow her everywhere. Digging out might be decent motivation for him to step up to this relationship a bit anyway, since right now it feels like it's mostly her doing a lot of the work.

In response to her sort-of-an-actual-question he nods a bit, then adds, 'It's a fairly extensive list anyway, I think. One more won't hurt it any.'

Definitely some convincing probably spread out over a period of time. She won't actually argue with that. Well...she might at first, a couple of snide remarks about his clone and wouldn't be nice if he could just send metacrisis Doctor in to fill in for him but that's not likely to happen more than once. She just doesn't have it in her to be mean to him even when she's hurt and angry.

"Ought to be safe and just put 'everything' on there."

'Yeah, just load it up with everything and then when we run across the handful where it's not, we can strike them from it. Far less hassle that way.'

At least he might not be stuck in the shit-hole for too long, both parties involved play their cards right, the whole process might actually approach smooth. He reaches back over to get his tea, since there's some lukewarm bits in the bottom still.

'You know, you show up in mine sometimes too. Every now and then.'

"S'xactly. Be more efficient that way. Bound to be a lot fewer things that aren't better with two." Not that she can think of any at the moment. Call it sleep deprivation combined with a good deal of neediness on her part at the moment.

Very true. Fingers crossed for the both of them then.

She perks up a bit at that, watching him carefully. "Yeah? S'pose that's inevitable, considerin' everything." She's intensely curious as to what she's doing in this nightmares but she knows better than to push him on this sorta thing. She doesn't want him to shut down completely.

Because they are clearly the paragons of efficiency, these two. Totally.

We'll just get to see how it plays out when it starts playing out. Until then, he busies himself with nursing the rest of his tea until it's basically gone, listening to what she's saying and then taking a somewhat elongated pause wherein he mostly looks down and gathers thoughts together.

'Inevitable. Not used to having that word applied to things in my life,' he says, somewhat bitterly. It's also just a pure fact. Things in the life of any time-traveller quickly become very evitable. Sometimes even re-evitable. 'Do a lot of just walking away. You do, I mean. Not specifically away from me, just that I'm seeing your back. Fire shows up a lot.' Pause. Then very quickly, 'Not, that- not that I mean you on fire. Just... fire. Stuff.'

Absolutely. They should be immolated always in that regard.

She takes a deep breath and nods. She doesn't understand why there's fire. Her brow furrows a bit and she reaches out to run her fingers through his hair and down to the back of his neck.

"Why fire?"

He had the tea about halfway to his lips for the last mouthful when she started all that with her fingers and hands, and he slowly lets it back down to rest on his leg for now instead.

'Things burn in war. Entire pla-, entire places. It's an ancient tactic but damn if it isn't still efficient. More than it has a right to be, really.'

She's just going to keep that up since he seems to like. It also gives her something to do. That's important right now with this conversation, at this level of exhaustion.

She nods, moving both hands to cup his face and make certain he's looking at her. "You won't let anythin' destroy me." That emotion he's getting from her, is faith in him. She doesn't have any doubts about this.

"And m'not goin' to let anything take me away from you. Not now. Not ever."

He shakes his head almost imperceptibly in her hands. 'No, I won't.' He can't as directly imbue the emotion but it's still said with certainty that doesn't totally match the level of exhaustion they both have. People believing he can do things is usually the quickest way to make sure they get done though, if personal history is anything to go by.

'Better not. I'm not sure I could handle that.'

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