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Moving On
0 ReviewsA small insight into Rose's life after Journey's end.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who or any related characters. If you haven’t watched Journey’s End but have ignored the warning, that’s your choice. If it seems a little sketchy, I’ll probably update it later. Enjoy!
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The time since the Dalek invasion has seemed to race by, and it’s so incredibly hard to believe that it ever happened. I thought that my world had ended that cold morning at Bad Wolf Bay, the day where I had last seen the man who had changed my life in so many ways. But now I know otherwise, that although the Doctors decision to leave me behind with his clone had torn me apart, it had also let me be with him forever.
It was hard at first to get used to the rhythm of normal everyday life again, especially with the new Human-Doctor around. After Donna and the original Doctor had gone home, I had made some deals with our Torchwood and had gotten us and Mum back to London without a hitch, but the thrill of being home had been severely dampened as I had to fill in numerous amounts of paperwork for Torchwood to get the clone Doctor the right paperwork to be able to blend in, to be able to fit in with the rest of the world. Of course, now the Doctor is known not as the Doctor, but as John Smith to everyone in the outside world, even though to everyone in the family he’s still just Doctor.
It still seems funny, and so incredibly surreal, living with the clone of the man that I had once loved, and to some degree still do. And of course every now and then a subtle bit of Donna’s personality slips out, but I know that he’s still the same brilliant old Doctor, the same Doctor that I fell in love with and the same Doctor that loved me back, and I think that the human version of him loves me more than the Time Lord version because he knows that he won’t have to go on living without me once I wither up and die of old age. The original Doctor may have loved me, but he was always torn at the prospect of having to watch me die while he regenerates into someone more youthful and so full of life.
Of all the problems of introducing the human-Doctor to Torchwood and everyone else, I had a hard time explaining the situation to Pete, especially when the two met face to face. That was funny, I have to admit; they just kept staring at each other for at least a minute until I broke the silence! It was mainly thanks to Pete that I got the Doctor into the country though, and arranging all the forms and certificates was made much quicker and less tedious thanks to him. Also thanks to the help from Torchwood, the Doctor now works by the name of John Smith as a scientist researching a way to get into space and beyond. I think he enjoys it, and with luck and his incredible brain on our side, the human race should be past Pluto and out of the solar system by the time I’ve got a few grandkids, a possibility that I would like to turn into a reality.
Two years later after the invasion of a parallel universe and here I am though, back in my own little apartment that now has one extra resident to cope with. My little brother is doing fine, and mum and I are getting the best thrill of our lives out of watching him grow up. We are both constantly planning how to tell him that his sister is in love with an alien, but I think I’ll let the Doctor tell him that when he’s old enough to have the sense to keep quiet about it. There may be more children in the future for the Tyler family in years ahead, because I just recently got engaged to the man of my dreams and the wedding is planned to be a year away. A lot of people say that I’m too young to be getting married, but they don’t know what I’ve been through. I’ve seen things beyond their wildest dreams, visited places that they never could have imagined. I’ve seen enough to last me a lifetime and my Doctor has seen even more than that! I think a part of him is relieved to be settling down a bit, but I know that he still misses the thrill he used to get from fighting off all those alien hordes single handed, with his trusty sonic screwdriver tucked into his jacket pocket just in case.
Incredibly, my doctor has retained every single memory, feeling and experience that his original self has been through, and he can remember his experiences as each of his previous incarnations and can recall all of his adventures. He is still brilliant, witty, cheeky, and more of a pacifist than he was at the beginning of his life, thanks to my constant pestering and that fabulous inbuilt sense of justice of his. He admits that he misses his sonic screwdriver and the company of the TARDIS, but he also admits that he loves me more than any of those. My doctor, the human Doctor, is exactly how I remember the Doctor that I fell in love with, and now I have fallen in love all over again and love my Doctor more than ever.
And yet, although I love my Doctor so much that words can’t describe it, I still find myself staring up into the sky, straight up at the sparkling heavens as I huddle against my Doctors chest and listen to the rhythm of his single beating heart, and I wondering what the original Doctor is doing out there, all alone in a parallel world that I can’t enter no matter how much I want and crave to be able to. I can’t help but ask myself if he’s still traveling with Donna, or someone else that has had their lives changed in the best of ways, or if he’s going out on his own with no-one to look after him and give him that companionship that he craves desperately with every fiber of his being but knows deep down that he can never posses.
And still, even after all this time, I can’t help but wonder. Maybe, buried deep down in the darkest recesses of his lonely heart, he still loves me.
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The time since the Dalek invasion has seemed to race by, and it’s so incredibly hard to believe that it ever happened. I thought that my world had ended that cold morning at Bad Wolf Bay, the day where I had last seen the man who had changed my life in so many ways. But now I know otherwise, that although the Doctors decision to leave me behind with his clone had torn me apart, it had also let me be with him forever.
It was hard at first to get used to the rhythm of normal everyday life again, especially with the new Human-Doctor around. After Donna and the original Doctor had gone home, I had made some deals with our Torchwood and had gotten us and Mum back to London without a hitch, but the thrill of being home had been severely dampened as I had to fill in numerous amounts of paperwork for Torchwood to get the clone Doctor the right paperwork to be able to blend in, to be able to fit in with the rest of the world. Of course, now the Doctor is known not as the Doctor, but as John Smith to everyone in the outside world, even though to everyone in the family he’s still just Doctor.
It still seems funny, and so incredibly surreal, living with the clone of the man that I had once loved, and to some degree still do. And of course every now and then a subtle bit of Donna’s personality slips out, but I know that he’s still the same brilliant old Doctor, the same Doctor that I fell in love with and the same Doctor that loved me back, and I think that the human version of him loves me more than the Time Lord version because he knows that he won’t have to go on living without me once I wither up and die of old age. The original Doctor may have loved me, but he was always torn at the prospect of having to watch me die while he regenerates into someone more youthful and so full of life.
Of all the problems of introducing the human-Doctor to Torchwood and everyone else, I had a hard time explaining the situation to Pete, especially when the two met face to face. That was funny, I have to admit; they just kept staring at each other for at least a minute until I broke the silence! It was mainly thanks to Pete that I got the Doctor into the country though, and arranging all the forms and certificates was made much quicker and less tedious thanks to him. Also thanks to the help from Torchwood, the Doctor now works by the name of John Smith as a scientist researching a way to get into space and beyond. I think he enjoys it, and with luck and his incredible brain on our side, the human race should be past Pluto and out of the solar system by the time I’ve got a few grandkids, a possibility that I would like to turn into a reality.
Two years later after the invasion of a parallel universe and here I am though, back in my own little apartment that now has one extra resident to cope with. My little brother is doing fine, and mum and I are getting the best thrill of our lives out of watching him grow up. We are both constantly planning how to tell him that his sister is in love with an alien, but I think I’ll let the Doctor tell him that when he’s old enough to have the sense to keep quiet about it. There may be more children in the future for the Tyler family in years ahead, because I just recently got engaged to the man of my dreams and the wedding is planned to be a year away. A lot of people say that I’m too young to be getting married, but they don’t know what I’ve been through. I’ve seen things beyond their wildest dreams, visited places that they never could have imagined. I’ve seen enough to last me a lifetime and my Doctor has seen even more than that! I think a part of him is relieved to be settling down a bit, but I know that he still misses the thrill he used to get from fighting off all those alien hordes single handed, with his trusty sonic screwdriver tucked into his jacket pocket just in case.
Incredibly, my doctor has retained every single memory, feeling and experience that his original self has been through, and he can remember his experiences as each of his previous incarnations and can recall all of his adventures. He is still brilliant, witty, cheeky, and more of a pacifist than he was at the beginning of his life, thanks to my constant pestering and that fabulous inbuilt sense of justice of his. He admits that he misses his sonic screwdriver and the company of the TARDIS, but he also admits that he loves me more than any of those. My doctor, the human Doctor, is exactly how I remember the Doctor that I fell in love with, and now I have fallen in love all over again and love my Doctor more than ever.
And yet, although I love my Doctor so much that words can’t describe it, I still find myself staring up into the sky, straight up at the sparkling heavens as I huddle against my Doctors chest and listen to the rhythm of his single beating heart, and I wondering what the original Doctor is doing out there, all alone in a parallel world that I can’t enter no matter how much I want and crave to be able to. I can’t help but ask myself if he’s still traveling with Donna, or someone else that has had their lives changed in the best of ways, or if he’s going out on his own with no-one to look after him and give him that companionship that he craves desperately with every fiber of his being but knows deep down that he can never posses.
And still, even after all this time, I can’t help but wonder. Maybe, buried deep down in the darkest recesses of his lonely heart, he still loves me.
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