They walk, as inconspicuously as possible to the elevator going down the corridor to the lobby. Quite frankly, they do look rather inconspicuous if you think about it, as no one else really knows what's on their minds. They make an interesting pair, the two of them actually. The quieter, steadier, slightly saner, other half of an originally zanier pairing: now both thrown together in times of crisis, a rather mismatched coupling. Yet somehow, in a twisted way, they fit. Each was mercilessly ripped from the half they had been throw into a mess with and began to snuggly fit into the other. Here, was the product of the two halves that remained and against all odds, come together to take back what is theirs.
But I'm getting far too sentimental, back to the two of them stepping into a quiet elevator, save for the overbearing music playing in it. Not many people are allowed up on the sixth floor where they go, as not many have access. In short, it should have been a nice quiet ride. Should have been…The man quietly taps against the elevator door.
"You voted Saxon?" The girl looks at him incredulously.
He smiles, giving her a curious look. "How do you…even remember that?"
"Well, a good friend of The Doc-I mean Mr. Tennant's, did a great deal to bring down the wretched man, he owes her a lot…"
"Wish she could have handled a certain villain I knew…" He says very quietly.
She doesn't really know how to respond. "I'm sorry, you know? I don't think I've officially said that yet…"
He looks her in the eyes. "Thanks…I mean…coming from you…it feels like a real apology, not like the bloody reporters."
She laughs a little "They are manic I tell you, positively stark-raving, I mean…they don't seem to understand, when your near a spacecraft, with a potentially threatening bloke, don't flash your bloody cameras."
The man laughs and then very abruptly stops.
"Rose" he says very quietly… "The music…did you hear?"
She looks confused for a second. "No I don't hear…why…oh my-"Realization hits her.
"They probably blew the dammed fuse on the power… said we could lose it you know, with all the fanfare and what not…I'm so stupid…I've been so distracted…" he says wearily.
"Now, don't go blaming yourself, we'll get out of this…we will…" she says trying to muster reassurance. Her voice falters as the light flicker out.
"John…" She whispers.
"Yes, Rose… I'm, I'm here…" He says forcefully.
She's silent for a minute; I think her voice startles him when she speaks. "Say you're a military man, right? And I've traveled loads of times, climbing and what not…so what do you say…?"
Realization dawns on him. "We unhinge the panel from the top, and you mean…climb up? That's mad…that's absolutely…"
She's already unscrewed the panel and gently putting it on the ground when he finishes. "It's the only way; otherwise security will question us and know…please?"
"Your starting to sound like him you know that?" He smiles and you can hear it in his voice.
She grins in the darkness "My madman or yours? Now go on, I'll boost you up…for height reasons!"
Slowly, she hoists him up, and out through the open paneling.
Clinging to the rope he says through gritted teeth, "we'll have to climb down, then take the stairs…it's not so bad…just 4 floors I think we went…maybe three…" He is so used to reassuring someone else.
Minutes pass and now she clings to the top of the rope, as he descends the bottom.
Breathing a sigh of relief he calls up to her "Alright, just inch your way down, and we'll be good to go."
"Alright…I'm doing alright…" she calls down.
Slowly, gripping her footing, grasping the cables, progressing a few centimeters at a time.
She's near the second floor now, not so bad, and nearly at the half way mark.
Sweat cakes her brow as she inches further down, fingers numb from grasping.
Just keep going, almost there almost to The Doctor…and I'll finally tell him…
Her thoughts are interrupted by a whirring noise. "John, what was…?"
But before he can tell her to jump, or even to move, she is thrown mercilessly from the cable, like a rag doll, as the elevator moves upwards.
"Rose…ROSE?! No...no...please…not again" The man's voice echoes from below. He cannot see the body falling in the darkness, much like the one that fell in daylight far too recently. But just like that, he hears the thud. Bones hitting the ground from several stories up: breaking, cracking, crumbling.
He rushes over to her now still form, she grips his hand lightly. He keeps telling her she'll be alright, she shakes her head softly, the conscious grasp of thought fading remarkably quick "John… please…listen to me…see him…tell him…The Doc- David Tennant…that I love him, okay? Promise me…"
He feels tears welling in his eyes. Again, it's happening again. I watched another person fall, hell, I caused it…I'm too late…His voice cracks, supporting her back with his hands he lifts her up "I-I promise…you're going to be fine…please…please just hold on, I already lost him, I can't lose you too…not this way." He begins to ask her questions, but all too late, she's lost consciousness, and he thinks, grief washing over him. He begins to make his way to the exit; the only thing mattering is the limp body in his hands. I'll save her, I have to, please, if there's anyone up there, please, let her get her happy ending even if I don't get mine…but as he opens up the door, and gets her to the medical area as quick as possible, the flash of cameras, and far too curious onlookers already trailing close behind, his mind retaliates with one last thought. I couldn't save him either…