Oh my god! The final was on last night! It was one of the saddest moments I have ever witnessed! I honestly haven't cried that much (or since) the end of the 1945 film "Brief Encounter" – which I would highly recommend.
Actually, I believe there are parallels between Rose's time with the Doctor and the tragically short time between the two lovers in "Brief Encounter" – both found true love – but it wasn't to last, having to part before their time.
Golly, I'm actually getting teary just thinking about it. I can't believe he never got to say the 'L' word…but I suppose the writers thought they would stop it short of becoming soppy – while remaining truly heartbreaking, and all the more poignant.
This chapter is a little sappy and romantic – just the way I like it! Hope you like it too – helps to fill in the sad little void!
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Rose waited in the Venetian garden, bathed in the moons soft glow. There was a faint chill in the air.
Jack suddenly appeared behind her and placed his jacket around her shoulders. Rose jumped and spun around "oh its you."
"Well hello to you too!" he beamed. "I love the way we meet - me scaring the pants off you" he paused and looked at her sideways "well, not literally. Unfortunately!
Then there's me crashing into you - my god, we really must come up with a nicer way of meeting - perhaps something involving a bathhouse!" Rose hit him playfully on the shoulder without thinking, then stopped. That was something she only did to the Doctor.
Had she grown so accustomed to Jack in such a short time? It was so strange them both looking so similar - it was beginning to confuse her emotionally - where her affection for the Doctor stopped, and where it started for Jack. She broke out of her short reverie and smiled.
"Here, have some wine" he offered. He pulled out a basket from behind the garden bench and produced a fine bottle of French wine.
"Well, maybe just a little" Rose said coyly.
Jack gazed over at Rose "have I told you how stunning you appear in the moonlight? Like Aphrodite, the goddess of love." Rose looked at the stunning midnight blue satin gown she was wearing. Even she had to admit – she was lookin' fine!
Rose sighed. She couldn't get enough of this - just a perfect, romantic night. A little more interesting than a night of "East Enders" and hot chips.
She sighed wistfully.
"May I have this dance?" he asked, holding out his hand for her. Rose looked around "but there's no music" she stated.
"Well, I could always play something, then we could simply reply it in our heads while we dance. How'd that work?"
Rose sighed adoringly "Works for me."
Jack pulled out his violin and played - and of course - it was ridiculously romantic. And absolutely perfect.
It was obvious to Rose he was no amateur. She doubted he was an amateur at anything.
The song ended and Jack once again held out his hand for a dance. Rose laid the coat from around her shoulders on the bench.
A faint scent of jasmine was evident in the air. Jack held Rose close, as she put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. A part of her wished the night would never end - but another part of her wished it was her Doctor who was holding her now.
After a while, they sat back down on the bench. Jack faced Rose and cupped her chin lightly, tilting her head so they could gaze into each other's eyes. They both leaned forward, as Jack tenderly kissed her.
Rose was surprised, she had expected the kiss to be animalistic and passionate, but this was tender and affectionate - a kiss between two people in love, rather than simply two lovers.
He placed his other hand gently on her waist, her eyes fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss.
The situation was becoming complicated. Although her night had been absolutely perfect and she was falling for Jack, deep down she realised where, and to whom, her heart truly belonged.
Rose broke the kiss and leaned back. "No wait. I can't. I'm so sorry. You are all I could have hoped for and more; and as absolutely perfect as this night has been - wine, music, dancing…I don't know…I" she paused
"I think my heart belongs to someone else. Someone I love with my whole heart and soul. Someone-" she smiled sadly "who I don't know if he even feels the same way, but I'm willing to wait and see. I just don't think I can go through with this."
Jack smiled sadly and shook his head. "You know, it's strange - you are like no other woman I have ever met. I have met so many women throughout my life - each wonderful and special in her own way.
But you Rose Tyler, you are just something else. Your bravery, humor, compassion, intelligence, your beautiful soul - you captivate me in ways I've never experienced.
Rose, I just wanted to tell you, I love you, and always will."
He moved his hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Rose's breathing became quick and shallow. Rose gazed into his beautiful brown eyes, threw her arms around him, and kissed him with all the fire and passion she could muster. When they broke apart for breath, she stopped.
'Oh my god' she thought.
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Thank you once again for the kind reviews – keep it up – it makes me happy!
Oh I'm still devastated over that ending – I don't think it could have been anymore heartbreaking or perfect.
At least they were given the chance to say goodbye – unlike poor Sarah-Jane.
Only 7 or 8 months till season 3 huh?
I have to say I liked how they changed the tone of the episode in the last minute – just so people aren't left totally miserable. I only hope the Doctor mourns her loss for a little while next season – not just forgetting her and instantly getting his new companion Martha.
Thanks guys!
Oh - I think there'll only be one more chapter. Just thought I'd let you know.
