A/N: Something to make me feel better about Human Nature.
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"And quite an eye for the pretty girls." she said, pointing at the messy drawing of the girl on the page.
John immediately turned to babbling, obviously not wanting to offend the lady.
"Oh no no, she's just an invention, this character… Rose, I call her. Rose."
An invention. A character.
He stared thoughtfully at the page, trying to remember this girl who he seemed to know ever so vaguely.
When concentrating, he could remember her obnoxiously blonde locks, her darkened mascara'd eyes (whatever that was), the way she laughed with him, grabbed his hand and hugged him. How her smile was so bright and how she'd slip her tongue between her teeth at moments of teasing and concentration. He imagined her considerably more vividly than the several other girls who had come up in his dreams, somehow her face just seemed to stay with him, in his mind.
His dreams told him that she was from London, with a very rude and cruel mum. At this point, his mind worked through fabrications of odd things like big green ugly creatures with zippers on their heads and gas masked zombies. But somehow… she was always there. Always beside him.
He wondered what kind of person would trust him so immensely while facing such horrors. He wasn't a god or a miracle worker and he was even more sure of that when he was dreaming. In fact, he felt much less like god in his dreams, the last of his kind, or something of the sort. He felt a great burden when he was "the Doctor", something that only seemed to go away when this Rose person was near.
He blinked back down at the page.
He did seem to lose her often, though.
To metal beings and such. Particularly the metal types. One with a bronze body and a blue eye and the other with a silver metal body, standing as tall as a human, or even taller.
He lost her several times, he recalled, sometimes even by his own hands, once locking her into his blue box and sending her away.
He'd had a different face then, a rather less handsomer one, if he did say so himself. Big nose, big ears, thinly cropped hair and all that.
Then she came back, all shining and bright, her eyes glowing with power infinite. Beauty herself was no match for how the Rose girl had looked at that moment, powerful and godlike.
Then he'd done it in this body too, sending her to a different dimension.
She came back again, he remembered, and he wondered vaguely how stubborn she was, or how much she cared about him to keep coming back at the worst times. But this one, this time, a man rushed in at the last moment and swept her away for good.
Then his imagination brought it all down to a beach. A very… empty beach. Just him and her. The wind had been blowing hard, whipping her blonde locks all over her face, but he couldn't feel it. He hadn't been there. Some kind of… image, or another.
She couldn't touch him.
He remembered dreaming useless awkward attempts at conversations, like how she'd been doing without him. He remembered her telling him that she loved him and he remembered saying something stupid in return.
Wasting time, of which he had so little. A bit ironic in the fact that he lived on a ship that went through time and space with ease.
Then, with the moment drawing so close, he'd opened his mouth to make his own confession.
And that's when he'd wake up.
He blinked again and tried to mentally shake off the thoughts.
Just as everything else, he had accepted that it was just a fabrication, the workings of an overly creative mind, but sometimes, he could almost believe that this one was true.
Something told him it was real, that somehow this girl was more real than he could have hoped.
And somehow he didn't like the idea of that, the idea of having a girl so close to his heart, only to lose her in the end.
He didn't like the idea, because sometimes, just sometimes, he could hear her laughing into his ear, reading his books from over his shoulder, whispering advice to him at moments of stupidity. Just like she was now, clicking her tongue at him in mock anger.
He brought his attention back to the page, remembering his company.
"Seems to disappear later on…" he mumbled carelessly as shrugged his shoulders up apprehensively.
