Okay, we've had a bit of a jump here. We've gone from after School Reunion to after Satan Pit. I believe that Rose has a connection to the TARDIS and so does the Doctor. I've got some of the Doctor's memories mixed in with hers, so my theory is that the TARDIS has kind of unwittingly gotten the memories to her or something. Either way, the situation for Rose get's worse.
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Memories
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Rose turned over and moved restlessly in her bed. Her battle with the devil had freaked her out to no end, and it was hard to sleep. But she was so exhausted that she was left lying on the edge. Not asleep, but not awake. And, still, a mix of dreams tormented her.
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*She was alone. It was a cold January night and the snow drifted down around. She heard a noise from the shadows…
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*The sad dark green eyes of a friend. So sad and so alone. And yet still he smiled.
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*"And the lost girl, so far away from home. The Valiant Child who will die in battle so very soon," the voice of the Beast rasped at her from the com. The Ood on screen before her.
"Doctor, what does it mean?" she asked nervously.
"Rose, don't listen," came the Doctor's quiet reply.
"What does it mean?" she said more insistently, fear leaking into her voice.
This time it was the Beast that answered. "You will die…"
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*"I think… we beat it. And that's good enough for me," the Doctor said as he worked at the controls.
"It said I was going to die in battle," she said, her voice wavering the slightest bit.
Finally he looked up at her, looked her in the eye for a moment. "Then it lied," he said quietly, confidence in his voice.
She knew that he was worried, deep down. She knew that he was trying to convince himself as much as he was her. But she would believe almost anything he said. And the fact that he was so adamant, and so wonderful, and so caring… That was all she needed to forget… if only for a moment.
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*"I mean it, Rose Tyler," John laughed and bumped into her shoulder as they ate their chips over her homework. "You are going to be something special. Completely and utterly brilliant! You're going to save the world, see the world… touch the stars! You're going to travel further than anyone could ever DREAM. And you are going to fall in love. Oh, the best love. You are going to have a love strong enough to stop the Devil himself…"
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*The Doctor stood in that horrible orange spacesuit he'd been wearing only hours ago. He held a rock, poised above his head. But then suddenly he let the rock slip form his hands and his face fell.
"But then you're clever enough to use this whole system against me," he said dejectedly. He rested his hand either side of a glowing vase and stared at it blankly as he spoke. "If I destroy this planet, I destroy the gravity field. The Rocket." Suddenly his voice was low and dark. "The rocket loses projection, falls into the black hole. I have to sacrifice Rose."
The beast before him laughed evilly as it strained against its chains. It saw its victory. It had found its opponents weakness. The Doctor wandered back into the middle of the two pillars.
"So that's the trap. Or the test or the final judgement, I don't know… But if I kill you, I kill her." The Beast laughed again, before roaring at him. And then it dawned on him.
"Except," he said strongly in his usual manor. "That implies, in this big scheme of Gods and Devils, that she's just a victim. But I've seen a lot of this universe." His voice began to grow steadily stronger as he spoke. "I've seen fake gods, and bad gods, and demigods, and would-be gods. Out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing… just ONE thing… I believe in HER!" he said the last part with such passion and conviction that it would have made the hearts of anyone listening stop for a whole moment. And with that, he lifted the rock, and smashed the vase.
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*She peered through the shadow and the snow. The man was leaning heavily against the wall. She couldn't see much of him. He was still shrouded in shadow. But he did not look well. All she could see were his clenched fists and a rather familiar coat…
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*"So who was she?" Rose asked. John looked up at her, startled. "You keep mention things about this girl. I hear you mutter that something is typical, or that I'm just the same. And… and you sound really sad when you talk about her. Who is she?"
John opened his mouth to reply, but the words seemed stuck in his throat for a while. "She's, ah, she's someone I knew… You do remind me of her, actually… She was utterly brilliant. So kind, so caring and compassionate. She always knew what was right. And she was so strong and stubborn. She would never leave me. Send her away if something was dangerous, and she'd come right back."
Rose giggled at that. But she saw the pain in is eyes, and she knew there was more to it. "You loved her, didn't you?" she said gently.
"Yeah," he said nodding his head heavily. He looked up at her a moment, she could swear she could see a whole world in his eyes. Entire lifetimes. "Sometimes I almost wish I hadn't… She - It broke my he - heart." She wondered why he was putting emphasis on the singular heart for a second, but thought nothing more of it at what he said next. "But I wouldn't have missed one moment with her for the world. I only wish I had more."
"What happened?" Rose all but whispered.
John didn't answer for a long time. He just stared blankly ahead, as if remembering. Then he closed his eyes tight shut, in pain. "She's gone."
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*"You alright, Mate?" she called into the shadows.
"Yeah," came a familiar voice. It was obvious that he wasn't. He was in pain, but at the time, she didn't know that. She hadn't known his voice.
"Too much to drink?"
"Something like that," he told her. She could tell it was a struggle for him to be saying anything. He really did look to be in a bad way. He should be out of the cold, back with someone who cared for him.
"Maybe it's time you went home," she told him kindly.
"Yeah," he agreed, but it almost sounded… dismissive. As if this was where he wanted to stay.
"Anyway, Happy New Year!"
"And you," he said. She could hear the faint smile in his voice. She turned away, but he couldn't bare that. He had to keep her with him. "What year is this?" he asked.
"Blimey, how much have you had?" He shrugged. "2005, January the first."
"2005," he mused. He moved slightly and now she could see his face. His brown pinstriped suit and his wild brown hair. His beautiful brown eyes, so dark, and sad, and filled with pain… and love. "Tell you what," he said brightly. "I bet you're gonna have a really great year!"
"Yeah?" He nodded and smiled at her. The smile was so fond, and so proud… and so incredibly sad. How could she have not seen that before? "See ya!" And she left.
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*Her hand stung as the paper sliced through it. "Ow!" she hissed.
"Oh, here, let me," John said gently taking her hand, a cheeky grin on his face. "Trust me, I'm a Doctor."
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*"You're gonna have a really great year…"
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*"So what was her name then?"
John looked taken aback for a moment. He stuttered and stumbled over his words before she would make out anything coherent. "Well, erm, actually… her name was Rose…"
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*Because he couldn't say goodbye…
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*"You will die…"
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Rose snapped out of it with a whimper. She pushed herself up and dragged a hand through her hair. Horrible, horrible 'kind of' daydream. She had expected those memories of the Beast to haunt her… but what was with the other ones? She hadn't been there when the Doctor had confronted the Beast. And he never said he saw it down there. And why would he say something like that?
And those memories of John… she knew that in some ways he seemed so much like the Doctor but… No, he couldn't be. Okay, she knew he could regenerate but… NO!
And New Years… yeah, there had been a guy. But it couldn't have been the Doctor, right?
No, it wasn't him. None of it was him. He wouldn't risk the timelines, not even for her. And if he was going back into her life before she'd even met him, it only meant one thing… She was no longer with him…
Her breath starting to come out in shaky gasps, she pushed herself to her feet. There was no need to start panicking. It wasn't real. She was just being stupid. The Doctor would tell her the same thing. He would be able to calm her down.
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Yep, keep telling yourself that, Rose.
Well, that dream would put anyone on edge. I love flashy dreams! I just felt like spreading the New Year scene through out it to kind of build up to that one for her.
Let's see if talking to the Doctor will do anything to calm her down.