This one goes out to those faithful reviewers and talented writers. Luna Lovegood5, Fiara Fantasy, LJQ, and Terriah, your support means the world to me. You are all fantastic. As you can tell, I'm a little too attached to that phrase…heck with it. Long live Doctor #9.
Authors Note: I wish I could own a sonic screwdriver of my very own but alas that is not possible seeing as I don't own a bloody thing in relation to Doctor Who. So there.
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The Goddess You Know
Pipkat
There were so many things Rose Tyler didn't know.
She was a goddess. Yes, a lovely little deity on a blue planet far, far away. They'd just gone for a visit, honest. Ended up saving it. Twice.
On a planet modeled after ancient Greece she was Persephone. Stolen away by the King of the Underworld. Ancient storytellers didn't dream their demi-goddess was just a girl who begged to be taken away. Either way, the Dark Knight stole her; gladly.
In some tales she was a mother, in some a martyr, a rebel, a commoner, a princess, a man (you wouldn't believe me if I told you), a pawn, and a mistress. She was always blonde and vaguely humanoid. (Hard to tell from some prehistoric cave drawings. Looks more like a blonde horse to me.)
Among these constants she was always with a man. On the planet Venus ridiculously far in her future she was Venus and he the enamored West Wind that followed her. An oncoming storm. He was a king, a devil, a fool, a coward, a knight, and a doctor. More over he was her love.
Yes, their bouts to many a primitive planets had led to stories, which had led to religions, which had led to holy wars, unholy deaths, and peace which was neither.
The Doctor knew all this and he liked to think that she did too.
But he certainly wasn't going to tell her.
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