Author: ILoveThesePeople
Word Count: 412
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairings: Mickey/Rose Rose/The Doctor
Summary: No one here could remind him, crash down his world, by saying The Doctor. Where no one can make him relive every time she proved, again and again, that she was no longer his Rose but The Doctor's Rose.
A/N: I'm really proud of this, what with it being my first Doctor Who fanfiction. I absolutely adored Mickey's character in Doctor Who and I hope we see more of him later on. So this is my take on how Mickey handled being in the parallel universe all by himself when he first decided to stay behind. Not sure how I did, so please tell me!
Sometimes it felt like he was seeing two different worlds at once, trapped between his two realities. Despite how he tried, how much he loved the life he had built for himself, the wrongness of being here could not leave. Maybe that was his punishment for choosing and picking lives, for unbalancing the universes in ways he couldn't begin comprehend. To always know that any happiness he may cause, any colleagues that fall before his eyes, any pain that's a fault of his, none of it was meant to be. To live with that weight for the rest of his years, until he forgot what it was to be without out. It sounded about right, with the way his life turned out. A proper punishment for a crime he didn't have to make, simply wanted to. Wanted to live in a world where he could pick flowers for his grandmother without walking to a cemetery afterwards, a world where he was respected and more than simply tolerated, even if only for a name not truly his. Maybe he wanted to live in a world where he could claim to have loved and been loved by Rose, his Rose and have no one call him out. For she had not graced this world, can't anymore and as much as it hurts it's refreshing.
No one here could remind him, crash down his world, by saying The Doctor. Where no one can make him relive every time she proved, again and again, that she was no longer his Rose but The Doctor's Rose. Because in this world they were simply shadows, names and faces lost in vortexes and parallels that couldn't carry the weight of their memory. Illusions he could declare as his and no one could deny him; recall a memory of a wooden blue box, a man in a pinstripe suit or a woman with a smile so wide and hearts in her eyes. No, they were his and she was his, fading memories he held with pride because he knew it was all he'd ever have of her. And if, someday, those memories faded into nothing but dimness and shapes maybe that was his punishment, too. To carry so much knowledge, to know so much beyond all others in this world- his world, and have to watch it turn to dust with age and time. To become lost and lives not meant to be lost and the simple world of Ricky.
