The pain of living
Background: The "Doctor" and Rose got married and had 2 kids.
That's all I'm gonna give you, the rest will be revealed later and yes, Fate is supposed to have a capital letter, it's not just some mistake I made.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the order the words below have been put in.
We live in a cruel world. It would have been a hard event to deal with anyway but the way it happened- it just wasn't fair. Maybe if it had just been one she could have dealt with it but to take the 3 most important people in her life away from her all in one fell swoop? That was just plain evil. Fate had pushed her down and kicked her in the gut and was now standing back and laughing. Or, perhaps; Fate had pushed her off of a cliff with only a thin, tatty rope attached and was now standing back and watching (with an almost clinical fascination) as she tried desperately to scrabble for a foothold or some way back up.
Ultimately it would be her decision: climb or fall, sink or swim, live or die.
And really, she should have been with them. Except she shouldn't have been- she had never been going on holiday with them in the first place- because they were flying. She hated planes with a passion, always had and it just so happened that it was that little irrational fear that had saved her life. Not so irrational then. Even more of a reason to distrust planes now. Or maybe she had known all along, known that this was going to happen- some kind of precognition- and that was why she had never liked the idea of flying and there we are back around to Fate again. It all comes back to Fate.
Fate had made that plane crash, it had taken away both her parents and her little brother. God! Her little brother! He was only 12 (4 years younger than her) he had shown promise as well, getting his own share of their fathers genius- much like she had- now that was all gone. They had been going to North America, travelling around a while; even taking a trip into Canada, she would have loved it if she could bring herself to get on a plane. Instead she had said goodbye to them last night over the phone while she stayed at her room in Uni, doing some work that didn't really need to be done.
And now they were gone and she was left alone in this strange and dark world to deal with the aftermath, the misery.
She turned her face up to stare at Fate (standing above her on that rooftop), to look at that bored, hateful look on it's face and she had screamed at it, letting it know without words the grief it was causing her. Nothing changed. Fate remained unaffected, detached, no amount of screaming or shouting would make it care. The rope was unravelling, the fire in her mind was burning it up, she was going to fall.
