Little Ballerina
Rose Tyler loved ballet more than anything in the world. She could easily say that but it could also be blamed on the fact that she knew not much of other things. Since the moment she learned to walk, all her mother let her do was ballet.
And maybe that's why Rose found herself on the rooftop of her old apartment, standing on the ledge. The voices of her instructor and mother screaming at her to balance, Rose, balance, balance! echoed through her mind. She could feel a headache coming on.
Now most people would've seen this as a destructive situation, but that wasn't so. Rose simply wanted to stand on the ledge and learn to balance. She wasn't going to kill herself. She had an audition in a month and if she dared missed that, her mother would bring her back and just kill her all over again.
With her arms out on each side, Rose slowly put one foot in front of the other and stepped along the ledge. The heel of her flats removed from her foot every time she raised her leg. By the time she reached the other end, she sighed and twirled on one foot and started again in the other direction.
Suddenly, and this wasn't very common in Rose's dancing life, she lost her footing. She fell to one knee, nails digging into the ledge, the other leg dangling over the side, shoe lost to gravity. She waited a few moments to gather her thoughts and calmly stood up. She jumped off the ledge onto the roof again. She peered over the side to locate her shoe.
Instead of finding the black slipper, she found the face of a man staring straight up at her. He wore a suit and tie, hair combed and gelled to perfection. Her heart was still pounding from the near-fall, but the thought of the consequences scared her even more.
The man below picked up her fallen shoe, examined it, and then proceeded to enter the building. Rose pulled herself from the ledge, head spinning. Her hands began to clam and goosebumps appeared on her skin. She was in so much trouble, she knew it. She should've just gone to the studio and asked for more help instead of huffing and running to a nearly suicidal act.
The door of the terrace opened and the man, who she finally noticed was blonde, waved her shoe at her with a sweet smile. He looked familiar now that he was closer. Like she'd seen him on TV. Harold Saxon! That was it! Oh no, she thought, I dropped a shoe on Harold Saxon. She nervously fingered her school uniform's button, scratching and pulling at it. It popped from her itching, falling to the ground.
Mr. Saxon finally reached her. She expected his words to be angry and condescending but instead, he said, "Sit." She warily watched him yet still obeyed. Rose teetered back to the ledge and sat, ready for his scolding about how young girls shouldn't be playing on roofs.
Once again, he surprised her by handing her her shoe and crossing his arms, the smile never leaving his face. "T-thanks," she replied. "Sorry about that."
He nodded. And then the smile left his face. "Not forgiven." He reached one arm out, fingers touching her clavicle, and pushed. It took Rose Tyler almost five seconds to figure out what was happening. Her heart plummeting to the ground, the wind rushing through her hair, and the manic laugh of the Prime Minister ringing in her ears.
Balance, Rose. Balance.
A/N: loosely based on story I read on tumblr before.