This is weird and unusual, even for me, so I don't know how well this'll go. It's the Doctor and Rose from another person's perspective. It's set post-Doomsday. It's meant to be kinda sad and kinda happy. If it makes you sad, though. That's good...sort of, because that IS the intention. HELLZ, it made me sad writing it. Maybe I'm just crazy. On second thoughts, it could always be entire crap. Sorry if it is. I really am. And the title is from the Evanescence song Even in Death, although it's not a song fic.
(Oh, and I don't own Doctor Who or the BBC, if I did, believe me, they'd film a lot more episodes in Australia).
Thanks for reading and really, PLEASE review, because I really want to know what people think of this...
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2008
There's a girl. He sees her every day. He always wonders about her, who she is, where she comes from. She has blonde hair and looks about nineteen. His eyes are automatically drawn to her face which would be attractive, but it is always covered by fresh tears, wet on her cheeks followed by the stain of black mascara. She is always sitting down, staring out at the ocean when he sees her. She looks lost and tired, deep in thought. Always wondering, always scared and always broken. She always looks hollow and empty and so often like something is missing. She is like a ghost. He never sees anyone with her. Ever. She is always alone.
2068
He is still living in the same house. He's now sixty-five, going on sixty-six years old. Every time he looks outside his window he sees her. Every single day. Never stopping, never faltering. She's always there, even though she must be at least seventy now. He always sees her fresh tears. The same as so long ago, when he was a boy. Her once blonde hair is now grey and wispy. Whenever he gets out of bed in the morning he automatically checks to see if she is there. She is. She always is. Missing something. She's always alone. Never once in the sixty years that have passed has she spoken to anyone. She just turns and stares out at the ocean. He has given up wondering who she is and where she has come from. He now only wonders why she is so sad. One day he wakes up and looks outside and she is not there. He doesn't see her again.
2078
Ten years later he is nearly eighty, he sees her for the last time. One day on the beach a blue box materialises. He does not see the materialisation, only the product. At some point later in the day, he looks out his window and sees the blue box. And the girl. This is the last time he will ever see her, because she steps inside the blue box and it disappears forever, with her inside. He lives until he reaches ninety-eight where he dies of Lung Cancer. He always wondered, from that day on, if the blue box had been what she had been missing.
2078
The girl steps inside the blue box and beholds its massive inside for the first time in so many years. She smiles at the man staring at her from across a pillar shining with green light.
"Thank you." He says to her with an air of eventuality. "It's time." It is only then that she notices his greying hair.
"I'm ready." She says finally before she walks up to him and kisses him on the lips, for the last time. She finally breaks the kiss. "Thank you." She says to him, smiling sadly. She leans into him and slowly her eyes close. He lifts her body with him and places it down next to him on the worn jumpseat. He leans his head on her shoulder and whispers into the air.
"Rose Tyler, I love you." Then his eyes slowly close and his grip on her loosens. A tear trickles down his cheek and then he too becomes still. And even in death, their embrace is never broken.
