Flux
Kimmize
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The Doctor squeezed Rose's hand very intently and held her back. She could barely move forward down the hall. He hid it well as he got a scuff off his shoe.
"You know all this time, and you'd never would have thought it." He batted his eyebrows, somehow it was still charming. "You know they still fit perfectly." He kicked them together in the air.
"Fascinating, Doctor," Rose said, dryly.
"I thought human females of your time period loved to talk about shoes and attire. I got these in San Francisco 1999." He looked at her with confused blue eyes.
"Yeah, usually." She bit her thumb.
"Usually…. Unless?"
"Unless, a certain Time Lord is stalling." The Doctor tapped his foot on the wood paneled floor. "The Library is just down the hallway. I want to get this over and done with." She went to chew on her lower lip.
"It's not that bad. You talk to yourself in your head all the time, or ignore it. Getting to have a tete a tete with your future self may help." He steadied her and partially pulled her down the corridor. "Ready?" he asked. His knuckles rapped gently against the door.
"Hello Rose Tyler, or me…" The one that dresses like she is having a Post-Apocalyptic raid stood up and smiled at her. "How you been?" Her voice fluttered on the breeze coming through the room.
"Oh fine, you, or I could say that; but actually quite confused… Thanks and you?"
"Complicated," Rose said with a shrug. Great word for it. I can see stuff like now. Only thing to make it go away is the strangest foods. Doctor, don't complain about the pear and celery smoothies." She shook her head. "Not to take up too much of your future or past… Now we're going into one of my memories, okay? Just close your eyes the bond should be instant. You are me, and blah, blah, blah. Well I'm more Bad Wolf than Tyler but that can be sorted out later."
Rose closed her eyes and the memory swept over her like a rip tide trying to drag her into the depths of the sea.
"ROSE" the Doctor called for her and she pulled up into the memory. They were in what only can be described as a posh bomb shelter. A ghost figure of the Doctor stood by her and squeezed her shoulder. "They can't see us. It's only an image. I just want to make sure you don't get lost."
"That's you?" Rose pointed over to another image of the Doctor. The Time Lord looked ragged and tired in his leather coat. Rose heard some clinking from the kitchen.
"A few weeks ago. This is when I picked your future-self up." The pair turned to see the memory unfold.
Rose was wearing the post-apocalyptic khaki ensemble her shaky hands handed the Doctor a teacup with a small crack in it. Both of them ignored the tea dripping to the floor.
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"You were him the whole time?" Rose asked, blankly. "Did he know?"
"Yes. Of course, he knew I was him at some point."
"You two did get on very well." She played with a ring on her finger. "You couldn't just come and save him? You've done it before."
He silently shook his head.
"Fixed point in time." She laughed to herself which turn into a hopeless cry, and sat across from him. "What now? Here to sweep me away in your TARDIS."
Rose noticed the memory Doctor shift uncomfortably. "More or less. I can't bring John Noble back but I can take you away from here and you can be safe. He would want that."
"What about the Cybermen, the invasion? It's hell out there. He, or you, can't just die for nothing."
The memory Doctor shook his head and slowly leaned over and handed her a letter. "He wrote this when I visited him a few months back."
The Rose who possessed the letter looked it over a few times. Her eyes looked over to him glistening. "He says trust you, and… the rest doesn't matter." She folded it and slipped it in her pocket. "What's your big plan?"
"Come with me and see." He outstretched his hand. "This place will be rubble soon, Mrs. Noble."
She took his hand.
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Rose blinked and they were back in the library.
Her Mad Max Future-self looked up at her. "You have to go back soon. Basically, soon we will become the moment. Or the sentience behind the weapon that can stop the Time War. I'm already tied to the bleeding box."
"We stop it all." Rose said, blankly.
"It's going to be different this time. I'm not sure how; but Pinstripes should inform you how. Just keep that Northern imbecile in the leather away from the Family of Blood." Why was the Doctor so fascinated with his shoes again?
"Ready?" He looked up to the Moment.
"In a moment. See you sooner or later… Rose Tyler."
Rose tried to mask her uneasiness with a smile. "Yeah, see you."
The Doctor took her hand and led her out of the library. "So in the future I go balmy?" She said quietly.
"No, not precisely. You have a lot of power and energy running through that primitive human brain of yours."
"Oi," she said and nudged him hard in the shoulders.
"A brain I am very happy to know. She didn't tell you the whole picture…"
"Well."
They walked in silence and made it to the reading chairs. "Have you heard of weeping angels?"
She shook her head and sipped from a familiar hot pink mug.
"Of course not." He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Well Rose Tyler, they are quantum locked creatures, as in if you are looking at them they are just angel statues covering their eyes. They can't even look at each other. I gather group hugs are disastrous." Rose giggled a bit.
The Doctor moved quickly near her and clapped her hands. She blinked. Now, The Time Lord was a breaths away from her. "Don't blink. Blink and you are dead. Don't turn away. Don't sneeze. Don't try to run away. Look away for a mere second, Rose and you are gone, dead."
"Scaled up the dramatics this time round I see."
He shot her a crooked grin. "Well it is serious. Anyway, they feed off time. If you look away they pop you out of your timeline somewhere else and feast on the cacophony that ensues in Universe. A life never lived, child never born, love never well loved. Usually the Universe just compensates around the disappearance. Some people are special where their timelines are so complex and stretch out across the web of time the angels have a feast or the Time Lords have to intervene. You my dear, are very temporally complex. Your potential is staggeringly frightening at times. Even now, you just sort of buzzing with energy."
"Your eloquent complex point is not just a sort of poem right?"
"You're going to have to deal with some of that energy soon." He kissed the top of her head. "We'll be waiting when you all are ready."
"When will that be?"
"Hopefully after this Family of Blood mess," He whispered into her hair leaning on the arm rest.
Her arm tugged gently on his, and thank you whoever created gymnastics, she flipped and poised and on top of his lap. Rose tipped his head and the Doctor followed without any thought. Their lips touched in a chaste kiss that deepened when one of the two started to moan. Hands went around their bodies in a long awaited reunion. Rose could feel heat swelling in the pit of her stomach. The Doctor started to whisper her name silently. "You have to go back," he reluctantly said. She slowly got off him as he waved his sonic over the shoes. "Three clicks to get home, Dorothy." She kissed the top of his head and backed away with a wave.
"Goodbye Doctor," she said. Then she looked down and started to click the shoes methodically.
When she reappeared it was night on the street and she was in front of John Smith's house. She could only hear the lonely howling of some stray dogs. She approached the door and it was lock. She took her TARDIS key and the wooden door opened. John Smith was laying awkwardly on his back with a copy of "The Works of Dickenson" half on his chest.
She was considering his relaxed features when John Smith's eyes started to flutter open.
"Oi, what's this now?" He asked groggily.
"Hello John," she leaned in front of him.
"Rose, you came back. You've been gone for five hours."
"Well, I found some interesting information. Did a bit of recon." She sat on the side of the couch.
John Smith grabbed her from the side and let it so they were spooning. She noticed he was semi-hard into her back.
"Don't worry, Sir. I'm always alright,"
"Why does that sound half-heartened?" He murmured into her hair.
"I learned from the best."
