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Rating: T
Theme: Dark!11/Rose, Angst
The TARDIS hummed softly, sending comforting vibrations through the Doctor's body. The lack of…anything… was deafening. There was no one there. That was the problem. His Ponds…Oh god. His Ponds were gone. Actually, they were dead, since he could not go back to the time when they were alive. Too many tangled time lines, rifts in time and space for him to ever see them again. And it hurt. Oh god, how it hurt. No words could possibly begin to describe the loss he felt. Like always, he was left behind. And yet this was the way it had always been. He heaved a huge sigh and got up-though for what purpose, he couldn't tell. He puttered around the console, touching levers and knobs as he went, fiddling with bells and whistles and funny green buttons until he couldn't put off the realization any longer- he needed something-or someone-to do. And since he wasn't a fan of the latter, well something else would have to do. A thought came to him. Nooo, that was wrong. Irresponsible, even. Might mess up the whole of time and space, make a rift in the universe, misplace their timeline so that they never met at all…although he will never see her again, he didn't want them never to meet at all. "Ah well. Can't help it, I suppose," he said nonchalantly. "Sexy! I have a job for you!"
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The sound of the TARDIS bumping to the ground alerted him to their arrival at their destination. "Thanks, sweetie…I won't be long, I just…" He couldn't finish. He just…what? He didn't know. He just didn't know. He stepped out of the TARDIS and onto the warm cement. It was summertime, the sun was bright, the grass was green, the air was humid and most of all, the kids were out of school. Happy shrieks of laughter drifted on the air, and drew his attention to a small community playground down the street. Dare he go through with this? Seeing each other before their scheduled meeting? This was dangerous, to be sure…but at the moment, to be honest he didn't care about much at the moment. He looked at the ground beneath his feet. What he saw in the chalk art froze him to the bone. BAD WOLF written clear as day. He looked up. A young girl (about four, or five) had stopped in her playing, and stood staring at him with questioning, impish eyes. She stared right through him, only pausing to push golden curls out of her face in a disgruntled manner before pointedly looking at the ground beneath his feet, as if to ask, "Well?" He nodded slowly, never once taking his eyes off her, and she nodded back, satisfied that someone knew her message. She didn't quite understand it, not yet, but she knew it was important and no one would listen to her. Well, until today. And that was quite all right with her. Now that he knew, she had better things to do with her life.
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The Doctor stumbled back into the TARDIS. He pushed the hair out of his eyes and stared uncomprehendingly into nothing. This…this wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't a preordained meeting. How-? He shook his head, as if by the motion he might shake some sense into himself. She… was so beautiful. She shined in the sun, his Rose. Her skin was flushed, like her namesake, and plump with the fullness of youth, her hair glowed warm gold in the sun, and her eyes…well, her eyes were just as sharp as ever, piercing through him and seeing right into the black parts of himself, burning the infection away. He shuddered once, then twice. Going to his seat, he collapsed with a sigh that seemed to emanate from deep inside him. "Sorry, old girl. You were right. This was a bad idea…"