A/N - I have no idea where this came from. I suppose it was an experiment to see whether I could add more description into my writing, like my English teacher has forever been bugging me about. Sorry if it gets a bit flowery and repetitive, but it was just an experiment.
This is the Doctor's internal musings during the time he was unconscious in 'The Christmas Invasion'. It really doesn't relate to anything within Doctor Who canon at all, especially from the third paragraph onwards, but I've decided to inflict it on you all anyway.
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He was dreaming, which was rare. Time Lords hardly ever dreamed, considering they hardly ever slept. But still, he was dreaming. Dreaming of his Rose, his beautiful, dear Rose, the one who had looked into the heart of the TARDIS to save him, the one he had given his previous incarnation for, the one who sat beside him, even now.
He dreamed of her as the Bad Wolf, the being with more power than a Time Lord, but the compassion of a human. He dreamed of her and how she glowed with the power, the bright, golden glow around her and in her eyes. She glittered like a thousand diamonds, as bright as a thousand suns, she reminded him of the skies on his home planet, the beautiful burnt orange skies of Gallifrey.
Suddenly, he saw another person, a young child walking with her mother in the streets of London. It was years ago, before the time war, before all the pain, when he was just another Time Lord, albeit less pompous than the rest. He had been in his fifth incarnation, just wandering the streets in the Earth city during a more peaceful time, when he had seen the little girl.
She would have been no more than four and was being led down the street by her mother, looking everywhere, as young children do. She wasn't remarkable nor was she dangerous, but something drew his eye to her. She looked in his direction and smiled, one of those childish smiles that even he couldn't help responding to. Then something odd happened. For a moment, just a split second in time the little girl's eyes had that same bright, golden glow, the one that simply glittered with power. Then it was gone and the girl smiled, her tongue poking between her teeth, looking as innocent as a child could be.
He had been perplexed, but in time had forgotten about that moment. It had been forgotten and lost somewhere deep in his subconscious until now. Now he made the connection. His precious Rose, the 19 year old shop girl who had mended his broken heart, was that child, that little girl who had smiled at him and glowed, actually glowed, when he looked her way. Seeing them both in his mind he wonders if she got him then, if that moment was the reason she was with him now, the reason he loved her now.
Maybe he'd ask her, when he finally stopped sleeping, or maybe he'd never know and the memory would slip quietly back into the clutter of his mind. Or maybe, one day, his Rose might just glow once again.
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