Rating:
PG/K
Characters:
Ten, Rose
Disclaimer:
I wish it was mine.
Summary: 'John Smith frequently sees the
blonde girl in his dreams. She's different from the others. She's
always walking away.'
Spoilers:
Doomsday
Dreams
John Smith frequently sees the blonde girl in his dreams. She's different from the others. She's always walking away.
It's always the same. Him behind her in the white, clinical room. She stands at the end wall, a hand lying flat against it, as if it is a barrier.
He calls to her softly, always by the name Rose, begging her to turn round and acknowledge him. But she never does, only letting out a gentle sigh that sounds loud in the deadly quiet room, and rests her forehead against the wall.
And then it happens. As she turns, her eyes briefly connect with his and he's hit with an inexplicable storm of emotion that makes him want to cry. Breath catches in his throat and he finds himself unable to speak, overcome with indescribable love, pain and hurt that rushes through her veins to his. He feels as if he's on fire. She looks utterly broken. As if she's had to learn the hateful art of how to forget. To unravel everything she's known, and replace it with the new and unfamiliar that's cold and empty.
Her gaze falls from his, as quickly as if it had met. As if he is merely a ghost and she is scanning the room, desperately searching for something, or someone.
This Doctor, he becomes in his dreams loves the girl, he realises as she begins to walk away. He doesn't know why, or how, he just knows. This is why she's different from the others.
He begins to shout for her desperately, his voice becoming hoarse as he follows her. His hands reach for her, but they meet a hard, invisible barrier, just millimetres from her body. His body slumps against the barrier in defeat.
'Please don't go,' he whispers in a last plea.
Rose pauses at the door, and for a second he thinks she's heard him. But then she moves, eyes sweeping round the room for the last time, before closing the door.
She locks it.