Her Favorite Storm

Her Favorite Storm (Rose and Nine): She was in the eye of her favorite storm; and she never wanted to get out. (One Shot)


He entered her life so unexpectedly; like a freak monsoon in London. Something so out of the normal, so extraordinarily, and utterly preposterous. One moment, she's part of the British anomaly. A no one in a sea of nobodies. She had her boring job in an overpriced shop, a loyal-but-daft boyfriend, a devoted but difficult mother, and a practically nonexistent future. All she had was a bronze in gymnastics.

Then He showed up.

All He did was take her hand, and utter one single word: "Run."

She wasn't just running from the Autons, as she grabbed his hand without question. She was running from her dead-end job, her dead end relationship, her dead-end life. Like she was a lone survivor on a deserted island, walking in circles, leaving nowhere, anywhere, anytime soon.

Then the Storm hit, catching her in the whirlwind of his turbulent blue eyes, the fierce rain of his passion soaking her completely, the lightening of his anger deafening to her ears; all the while, holding her hand tightly, to keep her from flying away from the winds of his voice.

And not once did he ever let go.

Rose was in the eye of her favorite Storm; and she ever wanted to get out.


A/N: IDK don't ask me about this piece. It's been in my drafts since forever. It ended up a lot shorter than I thought though. Oh Well.

Lemme know what you think