Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor, but I do own the creepy statue people and their castle.
A/n: I had a dream that some random dude tried to take over the world from a ski resort on Christmas, and then did it again the next year. Somehow, that turned into a dream about some random secret agency dude trying to take over the world from some old castle and then forcing the Doctor to help him, only it was his 5th and 6th incarnation and they did it by making cake…with cake as the main ingredient…and they kept arguing about the recipe…Oh yeah, and I haven't seen Classic!Who, so I don't actually know what the 5th and 6th Doctors look like. Anyway, they saved the day by sacrificing themselves and River's weird clone children, and Rose was there and almost got killed by the Weeping Angels. The point is, towards the end of the dream, there was a narrator or something and I thought that one of the people in the scene was Rose, only it turned out to be one of the Doctors. So now I'm writing that scene the way it would have gone with Rose, only without the whole crazy backstory and with Ten instead of made-up Five...Yeah, I should really stop rambling now.
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The room could not have been decorated more lavishly. The dark wooden walls were hung with gorgeous tapestries depicting this world's violent history, the floor was covered in soft, blood-red carpets, and at the end of the room, set on a dais, were two enormous golden thrones draped with dark fabric. In the thrones sat two ebony statues, polished to reflect the light of the braziers hung to allow some visibility, carved smiles gleaming maliciously. There were no windows in the room; the people of this world lived in darkness, hiding from the light.
They stood there, the Doctor and Rose, hand in hand, waiting for the rulers to speak. The silence pressed down on them, trying to choke them or crush them, but they didn't worry. Why should they, if they had each other? Their hands rested clasped between them as always, and as always they stood strong against the darkness.
The statue on the higher throne smiled wider and a hidden panel opened to reveal a series of small buttons. He pressed one, and a trap door slid open beneath his so-called guests' feet. The smile dimmed as they jumped back before they could fall in.
More buttons were pressed, and the being on the other throne (for, in reality, statues they were not) opened her own panel of buttons and began to press them as well, fast as her fingers could reach them. Trap doors opened all across the room, sliding open and shut in the vain attempt to ensnare their victims.
The Doctor and Rose ran, leaping and dodging, always remaining just out of reach of death. One wrong step would kill them, but they were the stuff of legend and extremely lucky besides. They reached the doors and slammed them open, bounding down the marble stairs as fast as they could, the lower gravity of this planet the only thing keeping them from falling and getting hurt. They ran, out the palace gates and through the town outside, laughing and grinning, happy just to be alive and together. They reached the TARDIS door, home, and with a few jiggles of a key opened it and dashed inside, collapsing against each other exhausted but victorious.
Later, they might lose each other, to time or danger or family, but right now they had this, adventure and laughter and friendship, and for the moment that was enough.