Memories
I don't own Doctor Who, I'm just visiting his world in my TARDIS.
Big thanks to Russell T Davies, the cast and crew behind the sets and designs - and of course Billie Piper, you gave us a companion to remember. Enjoy the travelling, but remember to come back home to the TARDIS some day, even if its for a one off.
I was living my life, day after day - with nothing but my memories to console me. Memories of him, memories of the Doc-
"Rose Tyler are you mooning again?"
Jackie Tyler, Rose's mother, poked her head around the bedroom door - sighing at the sight of her daughter sitting by the window and obviously dreaming of the stars and a certain Time Lord.
Her face softened a little when she saw the traces of unchecked tears on Rose's face, and she smiled sadly.
"I know you miss him love, even I miss him - and that's not something I thought I'd ever do." Jackie came down and sat beside her.
"Here, I've got something for you - remember that Christmas Day? Not THE Christmas Day - the one after that. Where you two fell asleep on the couch together?" Jackie asked.
Rose nodded, a new surge of emotion building inside her stomach. How could she forget?
They'd just finished Christmas dinner, which the Doctor had helped prepare and, after playing what the Doctor claimed was Venusian derived Monopoly (and at which he had still lost at), had all collapsed in various chairs and sofas in a bid to recover.
Jackie had gone to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea, and when she came back it was to find the Doctor and Rose lying together in the most adorable position together - Rose's head on the Doctor's shoulder, his arm about her waist. Funnily enough it was then that Jackie had realised she truly had lost her daughter forever to this strange 900 year old alien and his time machine.
And she hadn't minded. Too much.
"Yeah, I remember." Whispered Rose, her voice dangerously wobbly. Why was her mother dragging up the past? Didn't she realise how hard it was for Rose?
"Well, I didn't tell you that I took a photo. See. I had it in my bag, forgot it entirely, till today. I was springcleaning see and I ..." "Where?" Asked Rose, her eye's shining.
Jackie held out a crumpled photo to her daughter.
Rose almost snatched it up, and stared into it.
Sure enough, there they both were, at peace with a world that had been so unforgiving to them.
They looked so perfect, so peaceful - what had happened to that? When had it been decided that it was all to be taken away?
He looked so angelic there, still smiling even in his sleep. He did the sleep thing so rarely, always rushing about from one adventure to the next, always in trouble.
Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered the beach at Woman Wept, one of the rare times he'd stayed still. For her.
"I'm sorry love, I didn't know it'd upset you so much." Said Jackie, in an upset voice.
Rose looked up at her, and smiled through her tears.
"You didn't. You just gave me something to hold onto." She assured, hugging the photo to her chest.
Later she would frame it, and keep it by her bed always - but for now, for now this was the closest she could get to holding him. For now, that would have to do.
Rose closed her eyes.
I'll get to you. Just you wait. I'll find you again.
If anyone would like to take the challenge of doing a Doctor Who Photo of Rose and the Doctor at Xmas - feel free.
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