Author's Note: Okay, really short beggining to a brilliant story about what seems to be a blooming romance between Rose and The Doctor. It has no sparks in this chapter, but give it time! With each post, I'll add more and more to love! Basically, this story is pretty appropriate, but might get a tad mushy with each new post\chapter. I don't know yet. I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you viewers enjoy reading it! I will appreciate your ideas or comments, if you please! :)
Fall…. Leaves dropping to ground…. Bare, grassy floors suffocating under the things that they themselves helped live; sharing their water and soil. I guess you could call the leaves lonely assassins, but some argue that the only true lonely assassins are from a different time period, and will send you to a different time period. No one really knows… except for those unfortunate enough to blink.
"Doctor? What's that?" Rose stepped from the behind blue police box and watched for anything that would be lurking in the shadowy abyss. She saw a human-like, still figure protruding from dark corners, but she assumed that since most humans have the ability to move, it was an illusion.
"Just a moment, Rose!" The Doctor's voice out-sounded the crashing noises drifting from the T.A.R.D.I.S., and all Rose could imagine was the Tenth kicking and punching the Galifreyan plant. The Doctor was indeed more odd and idiosyncratic than any man she had ever met. He spoke of Raxacoricafallipitorious, Judoon, Aracnoss, Daleks… Dalek Sec, leader of the cult of Skaro. This Doctor rambled on about a Captain Jack, and how he double-timed as the Face of Boe. Galifrey, a lovely red planet full of Time Lords and time traveling plants such as our good friend "Time and Relative Dimensions in Space," hence, the T.A.R.D.I.S. Occasionally, Rose would even notice an electronic type thing that did practically anything. She believed he called it the… sonic screwdriver? Full of secrets, the man who understood all, and was the villain and the hero; The Doctor lifted his head and shot his brown eyes into Rose's soul. Handsome, omniscient, the one and only, and last of his kind, Time Lord. (please keep in mind, Rose was not companion when Saxon/Professor came to be.)
Rose had many adventures, and had even seen the regeneration of the Ninth to the Tenth, and even though she was confused, the Tenth was the same soul as the last. The Doctor traveled alone. For the love of God. A lonely soul.
"Doctor! Hurry up!" Rose smoothed her blonde hair and blinked slowly.
"Rose! Duck!"
Rose fell in her tracks and held her breath as a sharp object flew past and pinned a tree. Rose's hues rose to the Doctor's, and she saw that he was staring ahead at what appeared to be a stone shedding tears.
"Meet the fear of the galaxies." The Doctor pasted his eyes to the hands that were covering the demon's eyes.
The decorative angel sat in filtered light beaming in from the tree branches. Rose could see where the rain had chipped at the stone.
"Don't blink, Rose."
"Why?" Rose was too afraid to blink, but the fact that he told her not to made her want to even more. Her eyes stung from the wind, and all she could think of was keeping the glassy eyeballs open.
"The second you blink, boom! Backwards in time you go," The Doctor explained. "Live, live, live, die. Your life goes shorter because you're in the past."
Rose allowed her eyes to droop. Once she opened them, the last thing she saw was the Doctor, reaching for her, and an angel touching her. Where was she? Carbide lamps? Oh God, no. 1930s, America the brave. Live, live, live, die.