My first serious type one-shot thingy ... I got inspired this morning! So tell me what you think of it!
A/N - I'm not trying to be mean to Rose ... actually i really liked her character and wish she hadn't left the show but this story sorta bashes her unintentionally :/ i actually didn't realize that until i got a couple of reviews saying "ouch" hmmm-
-The Worst Part-
The Doctor lay in his bed deep within the bowels of the Tardis. Sleep had been hard-pressed to come to him, but when it did, it seemed anxious to leave again. Tossing and turning, the Doctor clung on to sleep, not willing to wake up just yet; because it was only in his dreams that he could be with her again. As sappy as that sounds.
Suddenly he shot straight upright.
Rose!
But then The Doctor just sighed, and fell back onto his pillows with a quiet –thump-. This dream had been just like the previous ones, with Rose tragically ripped from him once again.
Over and over and over again! I can't take this! It's getting ridiculous. I wonder if anyone's ever died from lack of sleep...
He hated the dreams. He didn't need them to remind him of that day, he thought of it often enough. But everytime he thought of it, he relived it, every detail… but that wasn't the worst part…
Ok Doctor. Stop this. Thinking about her will not bring her back. Its useless. Just…STOP IT!
The doctor buried his head in his hands, sighing again. He couldn't help but see it again, all over again. Her hanging on to the bar and her hands … slipping … he screamed at her to hold on! He'd screamed as if that in and of it self would bring her safely to him again. But it hadn't. He hadn't. He hadn't rescued her, her father had. Popped in, grabbed her, and popped away. But even that wasn't the worst part.
And you did get to see her again didn't you? But even then you just couldn't say it. She did, but even now you can't admit it to yourself. How much that must pain her, and it's all your fault...
But that wasn't the worst part.
He relived it again, watching her father catch her, watch her scream for him, watch them leave again, watched himself as he just stood there, clinging to that bloody bar.
That was the worst part
The fact that he could have gone with them. The fact that he could be with them, with her, right this second. He could have let go of that pole, and her father would have grabbed him too and they would be there, in the other dimension. Forever together.
But it can't be that way can it? There's no Tardis in that world is there?
No way to continue on his travels.
That was the worst part.
The fact that he could be with her, but he wasn't. He didn't.
Because she wasn't worth it.
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