She was thoroughly enjoying herself.
The stellar winds and currents are fast as She skims through them. This star is just about to go nova and the shifting layers of star stuff, the dichotomy of expanding and collapsing energies, is a heady mixture to be riding. She loves playing in these tides. This particular star is unimportant, as things go-She doesn't really care. What is important, to a creature who can be all where and nowhere at once? At this instant, much of Her is here surfing the dying millennia of this star.
Not as much fun as playing with the Dust Divers in the stellar nurseries, She thinks to Herself. They look like a cross between Earth dolphins and Saturnyne millipedes as they leap in and out of the dust and rubble around newly formed stars. Stars just beginning to know themselves, helping them by cleaning up the debris, creating clear lanes for the light to shine out. Now that, is fun! She tells Herself, rolling in the hydrogen fires.
Stars are not the best creatures to interact with. They 'think' and 'feel,' but only in the most basic of terms and are so slow. But they are generally nice, if always hungry.
She had noticed something tense about the area around this star, and decided to stay, observe it. There is something bothersome about the temporal currents; something is coming. Whatever is going to happen will be soon, so why not wait.
In Its final stages of life the convection currents that normally move the gas and energy around in intricate patterns are completely chaotic. The prominences are huge. They climb and collapse in an instant over the entire surface. She can't resist riding them. Pulling most of Herself to Herself here takes only a moment. She looks like any other glob of superheated gas, except that She moves from one loop of plasma to the next like an enormous fire drake, a salamander of Earth legend.
-Sadness; so alone.-
That's strange. Where did that come from? It didn't feel like Her thought. Perhaps She's spent too long around this one particular star that is about to abandon this cycle of its life for a new one, or maybe it's linked to the temporal fluctuations. She pulls away from the star releasing the gas that She has allowed to cling to Herself.
-So cold. Almost everything gone. Changing soon. The shift is coming.-
The music of Its life changes pitch and the singing of the gravities that make up Its layers is frantic. Soon It will throw off the useless and condense. At least that's what It hopes will happen. It feels like that's occurring, but It had once looked forward to children, and that had not worked out so well. It had wanted to watch their spinning little antics as they played around It, pushing and shoving, coalescing into jewels that would dance with It forever, but It had been greedy and there wasn't enough left for them. Maybe It will just explode and be done. It has been sad for a very long time.
She pulls further back feeling the tipping point come screaming up through the dimensions around Her. There is so much of Her here that She sheds tears for the sadness of this lonely star. Dark little points of condensed matter, tears of eternity. She's being silly, morose even. But She will wait. She has been here this long, She feels the star deserves at least one observer for Its rebirth, whether It knows She is there or not.
Slowly, like a lover gliding into bed, She softly feels a spreading of the dimensions near Her. It is a gentle touch, sliding its way across the fabric of Reality and then spreading it aside so that it/she can slip between the covers and make room for herself. She will always recognise this distortion. It is the same as her own, and She is delightedly surprised.
A/N: Now I know there are a million 10/Rose reunion stories out there, but this one refused to leave me alone. I actually had the entire idea come to me in a dream. I hope you like as much as I did writing it. This is the first story in my Song of the Spheres 'verse. I am currently working on the third. :-) Cheers!