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On a Star

They had looked up to the sky, and chosen a direction. As if it was as simple as a point of the finger, and that would make everything they want happen. Who knew what was up there though? That star, or at least that direction would leave Rose, her precious daughter running for her life, maybe having to watch the Doctor regenerate again, and it had been hard enough on them all this first time.

She wondered if he could keep on doing that indefinitely or if he had a set number of lives before he finally died for good.

She would have to ask him later.

"Come on, inside the lot of you. We can eat a little more, seeing as how our dinner was interrupted, and maybe sing a few carols, watch the holiday programs on the telly, oh and get drunk too."

At the word 'drunk' coming out of her mouth, Mickey shuddered, said he had to get home for he was going off to visit his mother tomorrow, and disappeared as fast as he could.

Rose and the Doctor had already made their way inside, leaving her alone near the TARDIS with the freezing weather and the ash that was bits of burnt spaceship and alien drifting lazily from the sky.

She stared up in the direction they had chosen again and could see nothing but a few twinkling stars from where she was. She wondered what it would be like, seeing what other planets, stars, galaxies, hell, other suns looked like, but the thought terrified her so much she barely could step inside the ship next to her without thinking of where it could take her.

When it could take her.

She didn't know which one scared her more, the travelling through space, or the travelling through time.

Another piece of burning debris from the Sycorax ship passed where she was staring and she shuddered. She looked to the TARDIS, standing there in its usual shape. Could it blow up like the Sycorax did? Could Rose be blown out of the sky one day while travelling around up there? Could the Doctor protect her then? Could he protect himself then?

Sighing, she gave the TARDIS a gentle pat. She couldn't blame the machine. It was nothing but the means of transport that was used to usher her daughter wherever it was they went.

Looking back up for another quick glimpse at that star, she turned and made her solitary way towards her flat.