A/N: Lately I've been going through my "Fics" folder and finding little drabbles I wrote ages ago and never got around to posting. This is another of that group. ^_^
-SPOILERS for "Doomsday" and beyond-
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Rose Tyler threw her duffel bags onto her bed, watching them bounce on the mattress from where she stood.
They stared at each other for a long minute, her and the bags. Daring each other to move first, to give in. They were waiting to be unpacked, tops to be put in drawers, trousers to be folded, socks and trainers and...
A mascara-stained palm wiped at her cheeks in the silence, and Rose could almost still smell the sea salt on her sleeve.
(Funny, she was so used to the idea of preparing for death. Never before had she thought to prepare for living.)
She had brought almost all her worldly possessions with her to Norway. She'd refused the possibility that she might not be... that the Doctor couldn't...
Rose threw the still-packed duffels into her closet and closed it up tight. Just in case. New life, new clothes, she told her Mum as she grabbed Pete's credit card. But Rose knew otherwise.
She was going to see The Doctor again. And she was going to be ready.
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