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Title: All She Had Left To Say
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Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Character Study
Pairings and Characters: Rose/Ten, mentions of Donna
Summary: A drabble about Rose during Turn Left. When she found her Doctor and got to hold his hand again.
Authors Note: I'm apologizing in advance for grammar issues, I think I caught them all, but my brain is sort of drowsy from some medicine for my knees.
She had jumped from dimension to dimension just to find him—to find the love of her life. And, she found him…dead…
She had got it wrong again, and he had fallen—her lonely angel. He had died, but even worse, he had died without her--alone. It was all her fault, what if she had gotten it right the first time? What if she didn’t have to go through Donna, but instead she could run straight into his arms again? Would that have meant that it would have been the Oncoming Storm and the Bad Wolf, defenders of the Earth?
He was pale and cold. His still damp, great hair hung limply and clumped into mats. She had poured her heart into his and told her she loved him, but one thing was still left unsaid.
Gently—oh so gently—she took his lifeless hand and knelt down to his ear, as if he could really hear her.
“Thank you.”
Author:
country_whoRating: G
Genre: Angst, Character Study
Pairings and Characters: Rose/Ten, mentions of Donna
Summary: A drabble about Rose during Turn Left. When she found her Doctor and got to hold his hand again.
Authors Note: I'm apologizing in advance for grammar issues, I think I caught them all, but my brain is sort of drowsy from some medicine for my knees.
She had jumped from dimension to dimension just to find him—to find the love of her life. And, she found him…dead…
She had got it wrong again, and he had fallen—her lonely angel. He had died, but even worse, he had died without her--alone. It was all her fault, what if she had gotten it right the first time? What if she didn’t have to go through Donna, but instead she could run straight into his arms again? Would that have meant that it would have been the Oncoming Storm and the Bad Wolf, defenders of the Earth?
He was pale and cold. His still damp, great hair hung limply and clumped into mats. She had poured her heart into his and told her she loved him, but one thing was still left unsaid.
Gently—oh so gently—she took his lifeless hand and knelt down to his ear, as if he could really hear her.
“Thank you.”
