Authors Note: Hello again! Thank you all so much for reviewing and following and favoriting! I love you all so very very much! This is chapter 2! Yay! Rose finds the pink book in this one, would anyone like to guess whats in it? I'll give you cookies! Bonus points to the ones of you who recognized the shirt thing from Alice Bliss! I'd just finished that book and couldn't help but put it in! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
The wind whipped her half brown, half blonde hair into her face, and the rain stung against her pink cheeks. "Just you wait and see, Tin Dog, he's coming back for me." She concluded, stepping in a muddy puddle.
"Damn you, Doctor."
Chapter 2:
The Doctor was having a hard time being separated from Rose as well. For him it had been a little over a year since he last saw her, but then again who can tell on the TARDIS? He'd been stuck in the TARDIS the whole time, as he was being catapulted across the universes by the Time Vortex and a curse the Time Lords put on it months before Gallifrey's demise. The Doctor had already been through Pete's universe, a universe where the Daleks ruled supreme, and a universe where the Children of Gallifrey had gone corrupt. That last one was funny, The Doctor had met himself. Well, more of an alter ego self. Their two TARDISes had collided and it took them three days (maybe more) to untangle the souls of the two time vessels.
But currently he was drifting in the Vortex, sitting in Rose's bedroom and listening to the TARDIS sing her songs as she tried to comfort him. He had no way of getting back to her, or gaining control of the TARDIS until he was back in their home universe, which looked like it was on the horizon of impossible.
Meanwhile in her respective universe, Rose sat in her bedroom daydreaming about Raxicoricofallipitorius, Satellite 5, New Earth, and all the other places the Doctor had taken her once upon a time. She couldn't remember a time when the Doctor had just up and left her like this, except for when he purposefully sent her away because they were in danger. As she was trying to think of why he'd left her, Rose failed to imagine just how hard this was for the Doctor. How could she? The little human who thought she was something. Well she was, but she never imagined the magnitude of it all.
And I'm fairly certain you're wondering things like: "Magnitude of it all? What does that mean?" Well I can't tell you that now can I? It would ruin the ned of this story. But I can tell you: Rose changed. All that time spent in the Time Vortex changed her, for the better of course, but it still changed her.
With her daydreaming turned to nightmares about if the Doctor was coming back or not, Rose got up from her bed and began tidying up the messy room she had practically lived in for months.
Halfway through the job, in the corner of her eye, Rose caught sight of a bright pink book. It was the kind of bright pink that a seven year old girl would obsess over, saying it was "the color every girl wears and you're not cool if you don't have it". But it was a different sort of pink too. A more demure pink, a soft pink. "How can it be soft, if its hot pink?" Rose wondered as she turned around to face the book.
It was an innocent book, just a small pink thing on Rose's nightstand. But it wasn't innocent, how could it be? It was shimmering-no, flickering- back and forth between that soft pink and that hot pink. (Bloody hell thats a lot of pink) And it had just…well, appeared there.
"One foot in front of the other, Rose." She said to herself, "Its just a book, yeah?" Reassurance, about a book? "Mad, I am…"
Reaching the nightstand where the mysterious book lay, Rose tentatively reached out a hand, but before she could touch the book her subconscious screamed at her not to touch it. And she obeyed.