Timelines
by Chomper318
Disclaimer: BBC owns all.
Author's Note: This short fic has expanded due to the muse singing to me. Reviews are always welcome.
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Chapter 4: Interlude—Rose
Rose Tyler stares at the case file that she's supposed to proofread and correct for Mickey but finds that she just can't concentrate on the report about an alien artifact. She examines the said-artifact, which is currently sitting on her desk, noting the smooth cool metallic surface, the round-ish slightly heavier than expected shape, and the fact that it is quite bright. However, as far as she's concerned, the thing doesn't seem to do anything other than emits different colors at certain intervals.
It's like one of those weird ambience globes. They don't do anything except to make the room look pretty with its pastel lights. Maybe it's to make an alien ship seem more like home.
She sighs and simply let her mind wanders to moments where life was exciting and full of adventures. Of course, that's not to say that her current alternative life on "Pete's World" is boring and full of the mundane. Oh no, it's quite the opposite. She loves her job at Torchwood. She is one of the best field agents, and she knows her aliens due to her time with the Doctor. It's just that the afterwards are boring and a bit mundane. She never has to write a report for the Doctor giving a detailed descriptive summary of the events and an accurate summation of whatever alien objects she may have found while out in the field. No, she can't even begin to imagine how the Doctor will react to the post play by play (properly recorded on triple-duplicated forms).
This last thought brings a smile to Rose. She wonders what he's doing right this moment. She hopes he has found someone to have adventures with because she hates the idea that he's all-alone. As much as she wants to be with him, and she admits that she can get a bit jealous, she cannot condemn him to a lonely existence. No, it's always better with two.
Rose leans into her leather chair until she's looking up at the ceiling. She lets her thoughts drift slowly past the many adventures she has had with the Time Lord. She thinks back to her first encounter with her "original" Doctor—with the daft face and the leather jacket. She continues her journey through her memories and remembers her first adventure with the "new" Doctor. New New York with the apple grass! How brilliant is that?
She swivels her chair back and picks up the report again. She really needs to get back to work. Daydreams are fine and lovely, but life must be lived and experienced each day. She drops the report and picks up the orb. This time noting that it's glowing blue. She gathers her thoughts about the object before she finally concludes that it isn't anything more than a decorative alien art piece when she remembers the time she was alone and without the Doctor because he was stuck in a kid's drawing.
London, 2012. The Olympics. She had to rescue the Doctor. She was pick-axing the street road. She looked up and swore she saw the Doctor swiftly ducking behind a car.
She shakes her head. Strange—she puzzles over why she would think about the deadly children's scribbles. After all, when all is said and done, it so isn't one of her favorite adventures even though it ends up all right. And she's confused over why she would've seen the Doctor hiding behind a car when he was stuck in the drawing.
Before she can continue with her questions and thoughts, the object in her hand begins to heat up. Rose stares at the orb as it changes colors from blue to gold.