"You will be ex-ter-minated!" Rose whipped her head around to see a dalek in her living room. She ducked just in time, barely missing the beam of light that, if she hadn't moved, would have killed her.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, indignant as she peeked her head up from under the counter where she was hiding. "That's not very nice!"
"You are Rose Tyler," The dalek rolled towards her, and she grinned. "Yep, that's me!"
"You will be ex-ter-minated!"
"Not today!" She twisted and grabbed the gun from behind her, aimed it and looked away as she pulled the trigger.
When she looked back, the dalek was no longer a dalek, and her entire living room floor was covered in pieces of what once what a feared alien.
Rose sighed to herself, thinking about what a hassle it was going to be to clean up. Plus, she had all of those pieces of alien technology already sitting around in her living room.
Rose shot up and raced over to where she had been sitting only a few minutes ago, searching the floor for what she had been working on.
There! Rose snatched up what she had been looking for and began examining it, letting out a sigh of relief a moment later when she saw that it was untouched. She couldn't imagine what she would have done if the dalek had destroyed it, and shivered at the mere thought. It was unthinkable.
Rose frowned at the priceless object in her hands, worried at the thought of just how breakable it was. I'll have to put you in a safer place, she thought to herself, looking around to see if she could see someplace better. She settled on simply placing it on a counter – at least until she could find another spot.
Carefully stepping over the dalek bits, she made her way towards her door, and with only a small amount of effort, she pulled it open and stepped outside.
At once, she felt the cool air coming from the ocean in her face, and smiled at the warm scent of the salty ocean. Rose stuck out her tongue to taste the air – a habit that she had learned from the Doctor. Her happiness about being on that beach was brought down by both the thought of him and the taste of the air. It wasn't quite right. But it was never quite right.
Sighing, Rose sat down on one of the chairs she had on her porch, staring out at the gray waves that crashed onto the sand. Nothing was quite right anymore.
Soon after her own Doctor had died – he'd always liked her to call him Doctor, she remembered with a smile. She'd suggested calling him John Smith, because, after all, that was the name he always used when he pretended to be human. But he declined, saying that he was just like the Doctor and would, therefore, keep his own name. And she had to agree. Now, the name hurt her twice as much – once for her love that she'd never had and once for the love that she'd had to watch grow old and die.
Rose rested her head on the palm of her hand. Her Doctor had died about fifty years ago – she didn't keep track of time anymore, it passed too quickly – and since almost the day that he'd died, her life had been thrown into chaos. That had been about the time of the first dalek invasion. It had been horrible, her worst nightmare come true. They'd swarmed the streets, killing women, men and children. Screaming out that they were searching for the Doctor and the Wolf, and they would stop at nothing to find them.
Rose smiled a bit at the name that they had given her. Wolf. The Bad Wolf had haunted her for so many years now that she almost couldn't imagine her life without it. It was ironic that that would be the name that they would choose to call her. But, in a way, it did make sense.
It was a good thing that her Doctor had already passed away by the time that the daleks had come. The things that they'd done… she shivered. It would have been a living hell for him to even think about it happening. If he'd actually seen it… well, he wasn't called the oncoming storm for no reason.
But there was no way that he would have survived it. He was only human – and the daleks had killed all of them. Commited a genocide – or as far as she could tell. She bristled at the mere thought of how many thousands, how many billions of people had died that year. They'd taken over the earth, and she'd been forced to run.
Rose looked behind her at her house. It was the first actual place that she'd bought for herself since the daleks. Norway was one of the places with the fewest dalek populations in the world, and the safest for her. Of course she'd chosen this beach – where else could she constantly be watching for him? A nagging thought reminded her that he would never come, but she pushed it away. If he could come, he would. She had never doubted that. And the moment that he figured out a way, he would come to her. She just had to believe it.
But Rose had to admit that believing in him hadn't gotten her very far. Oh, that didn't mean that she didn't – if she believed in one thing, she believed in the Doctor. But after a little while, she'd had to stop simply waiting for him to come and save her and start thinking about how she could save herself.
The wind was making her cold, and so she stood up and headed back inside. Being a Time Lady, she had lower body temperatures so that she could have, in another life perhaps, survived on Gallifrey where it was colder. But on Earth, it wasn't very useful. It had, however, helped her to be more comfortable in the cold climate of Bad Wolf Bay, and so she welcomed her new Time Lady senses.
But she also welcomed the warmth of her home, and as she felt the warmth returning to her, Rose smiled. She carefully stepped over the bits of dalek, once again putting off the actual cleaning of it and headed towards her kitchen.
Rose Tyler sat down on her counter, picked up her lukewarm tea and took a sip, admiring the view. Just a normal day in her life – a beach in norway, a dead dalek and some tea. Life, she reasoned, could be worse.