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The Broken Window (10/Rose AU PG Doctor Who fic)

darkbunnyrabbit — Tue, 23 Oct 2012 03:41:50 GMT

Title: The Broken Window
Author: darkbunnyrabbit
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Girl in the Fireplace
Pairings: Rose/Ten, hints of Rose/Reinette and Ten/Reinette if you choose to see it.
Characters: 10, Rose, Mickey, Reinette
Warnings: None
Genre: AU, Missing Scene?
Summary: Another way the Girl in the Fireplace could have gone.

Disclaimer: Etc owning nothing

AN: This is one of a few alternate scenarios of this episode I've had in my head for awhile. I might write out other variations later.

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The Broken Window

She's not sure why she was under the impression he had a plan previously: maybe it had to do with the way he swished around all determined and growly, bristling so much she started to have visions of Time Lord peacocks.Whatever the case, it's uniquely frustrating to be standing in the bridge, staring out at a royal court about to be slaughtered just after she'd spoken to the Madame and promised to do something about it.

The Doctor is working on something, but if he's not saying what it is, he doesn't have enough hope in it working to bother. He's doing it to keep his hands busy and feel like he's doing something. She knows that look. She knows the shouting, too, calling back to his last face, lashing out at Mickey in his frustration.

It's not fair to Mickey, but she understands his frustration. She feels it too. "Well we've gotta try something!"

"No, smash the glass, smash the time window, there'd be no way back." He's too calm about that, she realizes. She recognizes that tone, too. She's traveled with him long enough: it's his 'I have an answer but I won't take it because it's not an acceptable one'.

For a few moments she stares at him. That horse, Arthur, huffs in a corner, clearly annoyed at the lack of greenery present on the station...and then it clicks. Something she heard once in school that she never really paid attention to. One of those odd little details that stuck with her just because of how odd it was.

He glances up in her direction just in time to register recognition as she sprints across the room. "Rose, no! What did I just tell you?"

She doesn't look at him. She can't. If she does she'll stop and she knows, she knows he'll end up doing it. She just keeps running and remembers the old pommel horse trick she'd learned in gym. The angle is different, but being on a platform above Arthur helps and...she seats herself with little enough fuss.

That's when she finally turns to look at him, still transfixed and terrified in his spot, not yet moved to stop her. Which is good, she's not running him down. Or Mickey, but...well. Mickey's not caught on yet. "Power of a truck, right? That's what you've been avoiding. The horse can get through, and when the time window breaks, they won't be able to jump back? So they can't do anything to her. It's the only answer."

"Rose, stop it, if you go through there that's it. I can't use the TARDIS to bring you back. You'll be stuck there!"

She knows. He said that. She knows, she really does. But it's her or him. One of them has to go, and this way...this way he can take Mickey home. He can tell her Mum she's alright. France isn't so bad, right? At least she'll be on Earth. She forces herself to smile, summons the strength to still her trembling lip, and nods. "And you won't be."

She doesn't wait for an answer. she leans forward, digs her heels in, and launches with a shout. She can hear his scream even over the sound of the glass shattering and the shouts of surprise from the ballroom.

She can hear the moment the connection severs and silence falls on the ballroom. She beams down at the Madame, who stares up at her in confusion, and drops to the ground with a flourish. "Always wanted to do that. Hope I'm not interrupting?"

The King shouts something and she turns to him with a cheeky smile. "Sorry, didn't you get the memo? I'm Rose. And your welcome for saving your life, by the way. Could do with a nice apartment or something in thanks, actually."

"Where is the Doctor?" That one's the Madame, and Rose turns to her with all the flourish and bravado she's learned from the Doctor. He'd be proud, really he would.

"Oh, holding down the fort." She waves a hand. "Can't always save the day, he'd get terribly big headed." She spins around on her heel, planting her hands on her hips and surreptitiously glancing at the mirror. It's just bricks, exactly as she knew it would be. "So! Bunch of clockwork droids! You've got a site-to-site transport in your wrist, right? But I bet you it doesn't have a 'time' setting anywhere on it, does it?"

The droid closest to her tilts its head at her, and she thinks it's as good as a 'no it doesn't' as she's going to get. "Right, well." She nods to the mirror. "You'll note your ride's gone. Mine too, actually, so I guess we're gonna have to be friends...now that there's no point in taking anyone's brains...?"

Yeah, that last bit is hope. She doesn't have much but 'run' if they're vindictive robots. But that's not how the Doctor characterized them. So...if he's right...there shouldn't be any more slabs and buzz-saws if there's no station to repair. Right?

For a few moments it stares at the window, before it smacks the button on its wrist a few times. She holds her breath for a moment--and she's not sure if she wants it to work or not. If it does...if it does, she can get home, but the Doctor will still have to wait to get her until whenever the next window is, and she'll have to deal with angry robots until then.

Nothing happens.

She lets out her breath and nods. "See? Broken. We're both trapped here. And there's nothing here that'll fix that. Even if you could get the parts you want, you'd never be able to use it. You're done...like me."

For a few tense moments, the clockwork droid stares at her again...and then it slumps over. Afterward the others do as well, one even topples to the ground and shatters. She sighs in relief and drops her hands to her stomach to force down the horrible twisting feeling in it.

She did it. The Madame De Pompadour is saved, everyone is safe, and the Doctor...he...he isn't alone. Not really. He has his TARDIS and Mickey still! And he'll...he'll find a way. Probably. Even if he doesn't....

"What happened to them?" The Madame had stood at some point and came to stand next to her. She starts a bit, and turns her attention to the woman.

"They've stopped. They were only doing it to repair their station and...they haven't got one anymore. They haven't got a reason to function anymore."

She's not sure at what point the other blonde's attention shifted from the droids to her, but the woman's slim hand startles her again when it settles on her shoulder. She stares at the hand for a few moments, and when her gaze meets the Madame's, there's a terrifying amount of understanding in the woman's eyes.

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"I've checked--all the other windows are closed. So we're not a part of the events anymore, right? We can go back now, can't we?"

The Doctor stands in place, behind the same console he'd been standing when Mickey had run off to check the other time windows around the ship. He might as well have turned to stone for all he's moved. His hands are settled at the console, knuckles turned white with the strength he grips the metal. His eyes are red-rimmed and sparkling, and his face remains stained with the tears he'd initially shed when she broke the window. His mouth hangs partway open as if he'd forgotten to close it all of the way after the shout, and he barely even breathes. He just...stares at the metal where the window used to be, like he can see through it to where Rose is.

Mickey is more than a little frightened his driver has just gone catatonic, and he has no idea what to do to fix him.

"Doctor. We can use the TARDIS now, can't we? Doctor!"

No response.

Out of desperation he approaches the Time Lord, grabs his arms and forces him to look away from the window, shaking him. "Doctor, it's Rose!"

For a moment all the intensity he's ever seen in the Time Lord's eyes focuses on him--angry, hurt, accusing--but he stands his ground. Rose wouldn't be where she is now if not for the Doctor failing to find a better way through in time. The moment passes, the light fades from the Doctor's eyes again, and he looks away, and guilt and hopelessness swallows up any hope Mickey has of rousing the Doctor to action.

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It turned out alright, as far as getting stranded in 18th century France went. The Madame--she said she could call her Reinette, so that's progress--spoke up for her and ensured the King understood how much his life had been saved, and in return she'd been given a position of negligible power and a half decent room.

It could be worse, really, she could have been thrown out or banished or...beheaded for wearing outlandish clothes. They keep staring at her over her clothes, actually. The Queen herself had thanked her, but the whole time she'd been staring at her clothes. Rose likes to think it's out of jealousy. Nothing about the dresses look comfortable.

It's been almost six hours, all told. The Doctor hasn't come. Of course he hasn't: he'd said it would be a one-way trip and it is. The TARDIS can't pop into established events and even if it did, there's too much danger the droids might re-activate at any sign of actual working time travel.

So. This is it. Decadence and wine and ballrooms. 18th century France. This is her life now. At least it's Earth. Her Mum'll be happy to...to find a grave at least...right? It's not that long of a trek and--Casanova's during this time isn't he? She could still explore and see historical figures! It's...it's really not so...

"You've been to so many." Reinette still seems to be making a habit of interrupting her thoughts and startling her. At least she manages not to jump this time, turning her gaze from the stars she...hadn't quite realized she'd started staring at.

"Well...not many you can see from here. Most've those aren't habitable. S'what the Doctor said, anyway." She shrugs.

"And still, you've seen such wondrous sights. Beyond the scope of heaven." The woman smiles softly, staring up at the stars. "I have often wished to see them all up close. As you have with so many more than I could ever have dreamed."

"They look different up close, you know. More like the sun, really. Not all...sparkling diamonds like they look from here." She lifts a shoulder in another shrug. "You...sort've stop noticing them, actually. The planets around them...those are the ones that always change."

For a moment, she's silent, Rose thinks she's simply observing the stars and lost in thought, but no, when she sneaks a glance over at the woman, she is in fact studying her. It's a little unnerving. "You've become trapped here."

"Yeah, well...someone had to. They'd have killed you otherwise." She turns her attention back to the stars, rather than face that particular uncomfortable situation.

"It need not have been you."

She frowns over at the woman, but...oddly Reinette is smiling at her. Faint, but there. "Better than someone else."

"You gave up your life of monsters and wonder and became trapped here to protect him from making the same choice."

She can't help it. She just can't help the faint, resigned smile at that observation. "Poetic way of putting it. I'd have gone with 'jumped on a horse in the heat of the moment' myself."

The woman frowns faintly in thought. "There were many doors between my world and yours. Can you not use one of those?"

Rose laughs at that and shakes her head. "Nah. No offense, but I sort of snuck away and tried that right after the ballroom. All of the tapestries and mirrors are broken now. The shock of the broken time window severed all the connections at once. Which is good, cos otherwise the plan wouldn't have worked." She sips at the wine she'd picked up from the celebration in the other room--her Mum would have loved to have a chance to drink--what was this? 17th century vintage? "I'll just...move into that room, I guess. I might--" she flashes Reinette a guilty smile, "--might need some help with the dresses. I think I might drown trying to get into 'em properly."

The Madame smiles and shakes her head. "They are not so complex when you've learned their ways."

"I'm gonna have to trust you on that...'cos I don't think I'm gonna get away with wearin' this forever." She laughs, and she's not even sure how she can, but...she does. It makes her feel infinitesimally better for a moment. "Still...guess I always used to like dresses. Bet I could wear one of those well."

The woman gives an indulgent smile. "I believe you would look beautiful in one."

"Guess we'll see now, yeah? Maybe I'll manage to glide around and not trip and break my neck in those shoes, too."

Reinette laughs. "I have no doubt you would have taken well to the dress, dear Rose. And to this life."

She squints over at the woman. "'Would've'? Don't see how I've got much choice now, unless you've got...a really good tailor?"

"Come with me." The woman offers a kind smile. "You have saved my life. Now let me save yours."

Rose hates that strange swell of hope that answers Reinette's words. Whatever Reinette means...it's...she probably means a great seamstress or a life outside of court where she won't have to deal with politics. In fact, she has to, because there simply isn't any way possible to get home. Even if there were, how would Reinette know of it?

She tells herself, then, that it's purely out of curiosity that she follows so closely after the woman through the twists and turns of the palace, until eventually she finds herself in...a...bedroom?

Rose glances at Reinette in confusion. "What...?"

"The fireplace. It is the original fireplace through which you and the Doctor communicated with me as a child. I had it moved here, exactly as it was."

She blinks, wandering up to the fireplace. There's nothing broken, nothing cracked about it. Could...possibly? "Why? When did you...?"

"Many years ago, when I moved here. In the hope that it might one day open again. It appears undamaged, does it not? Will it still work?"

She...honestly, Rose's expertise with these things ends about where the Doctor stopped talking about them, and he'd summed things up with 'magic door' for the most part. She has no idea. But...oh, the idea is a tantalizing one. Hope hangs out to her, so barely out of reach. It has to work now. It has to, because giving her this hope...letting her believe even for a short while that she can get home...it's too painful to just rip that away from her again.

"I don't know...but...if it's in one piece it must mean it wasn't connected to the ship at the time the shock wave went through. Maybe...are you sure it's exact? Everything?"

The woman frowns. "I was very specific."

"Maybe...I don't know. But...if a magic door doesn't match exactly the way it's supposed to it doesn't work, right?" She glances back at Reinette, but the woman looks more confused than ever. That's okay. So is she.

But she has hope. That makes her resourceful, and that's what's important. She squints and studies and knocks at the bricks for a few moments--really probably a minute or more--before...there! One stone slightly loose. Maybe it's supposed to be, but...

She pushes it in and bites her lip, turning back to Reinette. "Right. That's the best I've got. Hopefully it works, yeah?"

She stands up, and turns to Reinette. "What does he...it's this thing, right?"

The woman nods, expression hesitant, perhaps even anxious. And why not? If it works, Rose supposes they might even be able to take her to see the stars she wanted. She takes a breath, pulls the weird little mantlepiece and...it turns! She glances just in time to catch a faint, oddly regretful looking smile on Reinette's face.

She sort of expects to be mobbed the moment she crosses over, but then...why would they be looking at the other windows when the Doctor would know without looking they've all been broken. It has been six hours for her...with the time discrepancy it could be moments for them. Or hours. Maybe he's already gone? She bites her lip and draws in a breath, spinning toward the fireplace again in lieu of going forward to see if the TARDIS will still be parked properly, or if she's just come here only to--no! She has her mobile on her, didn't she? Even if he's gone she can...she can definitely call the TARDIS and bring him back. No problem at all.

"Reinette! Are you still there?"

After a moment, the woman kneels down in front of the fireplace, a strange sort of mirror to the girl she'd seen through the portal only hours ago. "You wanna see the stars, yeah? So come with. Just...you'll need something less..." She gestures at the woman's gown. "Poofy. Something fit for running."

Reinette smiles at that and nods. "I believe I have such a garment in my wardrobe."

"Good then. Change into that and...go...pick one of those stars, yeah? I'll go fetch the Doctor and we can start with that one." In a way, as the Madame skitters off and she straightens, knowing that Reinette's hopes ride on this as well helps. The universe can't smash both of their hopes, can it?

She steels herself, and sprints out of the room into the bridge. The TARDIS is missing, and for a horrible, terrible moment she realizes he's done what he's always done: he's run away, fled from what's hurt him, and maybe getting into contact with him won't be as easy as dialing his number. She's so transfixed by the sight, she doesn't even notice anyone else is in the room until he speaks. "...Rose?"

She turns, spins really, just in time to see the Doctor's look of surprise--if not shock--melt into something else much more like relief. Or...concern? She doesn't know: she doesn't have time to analyze it. As soon as she sees him she starts running, and they aren't really all that far apart to begin with. A few steps for her, one or two for him, and he's swept her up into his arms, strong and bony and frail all at once, lifting her off of her feet and crushing her to him with slightly more strength than is really in the best interests for her circulation. But that's alright, because she's clinging to him almost as tight, burying a grin of relief and giddiness into his shoulder just to stave off the tears that want to flow instead. She thought she'd lost him. That she'd lost...all of this. She'd never see him again, or the TARDIS, or Mickey or her mother. She'd spent six hours thinking she'd lost her home--him--forever.

"Don't you dare do that again!" He snaps with desperation and anger, voice thick with the strain of hiding whatever else he's feeling...and she laughs. It's ridiculous to laugh. It's not funny, not at all. There's nothing remotely funny about how close that call was, or how worried and upset he must have been, but...but...she's home, and that's what matters.

That's all that's important now. And maybe that's infectious, because when he sets her down and cups her cheek in a hand, his eyes crinkle in a grin as well. "Rose Tyler--"

"Rose!"

She startles and arches to look around the Doctor--as he, too, turns with a look of mild surprise--at Mickey. Just stumbling out of the TARDIS...on the other side of the room. He runs forward and she holds out her arms with a grin, letting him spin her in a hug. "Oof--Mickey!"

"I knew you'd find it! I knew it! When the TARDIS couldn't land in France the Doctor said there must have been a partial connection still there, and then I saw the fireplace was still intact! He said something about a loose connected and sonicked it, but it still didn't work so there had to be something physical on your side wrong! I knew you'd fix it eventually!"

"Oi, that's we knew. Not just you." The Doctor huffs in annoyance as Mickey sets her down, and it occurs to her finally to ask what she'd been wondering since she'd arrived.

"How long was it? On this side?"

The Doctor lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "Twelve hours."

"Twelve?" That's twice the speed it took for her. It probably had something to do with the wonky connection, but..."You waited twelve hours?"

His lips twitch into a faint smile. "You always wait twelve hours, Rose. Never a minute less."

"Oh! Reinette!"

He frowns, serious once more, and a touch concerned. "What? The droids should have shut down harmlessly when they realized the connection was severed...and they won't have the energy left to restart again."

That last bit is a relief, but she waves her hand. "Yeah, she's fine. But she helped me. I wouldn't have known the fireplace was the same one from before. She wanted to see the stars, so I thought..."

He nods, thoughtful. "Oh, right. Yes. I'll go and get her." He gestures to the TARDIS. "There's a fresh pot of tea in the TARDIS, Mickey made it, so..." He makes a face and Mickey gives and offended exclamation, but she brushes both aside for the moment.

"I don't need tea, I'm going with you."

He shakes his head. "The fireplace only carries two people at a time and the time discrepancy is unstable. Anyone left behind could find the door shut for years if it acted up."

"Right then, I'll just go get her myself. We're friends, it'll be easy--"

"Rose!" That strain and desperation is back, and for a moment he just....stands there staring at her, silently pleading with her to understand. Of course: the fireplace might malfunction when she goes back through again. The connection is touchy. It could be years...or...the fix might need a sonic screwdriver on that side this time. Or there's nothing wrong with it, and he's just...afraid.

For a moment she stares back at him, battling over who got to risk themselves this time, and then Mickey grabs her hand. "Rose...don't."

The Doctor's expression softens a moment, an unspoken 'it's my turn' in his gaze, before he starts off toward the fireplace again. He's too quick for her to stop him this time, so she just...stares after him and allows Mickey to drag her into the TARDIS.

It's nice enough just stepping onto the TARDIS, hearing the familiar hum and feeling that warmth. She realizes, on stepping inside, she must not have ever truly lost the connection to the TARDIS: Otherwise she'd have lost the ability to communicate with them, wouldn't she have? Mickey goes off to get the tea, but she chooses to sit in the jump seat and relax for a little bit. It has been a long day, honestly, and she is looking forward to going somewhere nice and relaxing far away from France. Which is likely, as she can't imagine Reinette will want to go to Earth first.

She's not sure how long she sits there, but it can't be very long, before the Doctor reappears, solemn, frowning, and distinctly without company. Rose frowns and stands--had he gotten stuck? How long had it been? She should have-- "Doctor?"

He glances up at her, meanders up to the console, and leans against it. "She...she's not coming. It's fine, though."

She makes her way over to him and touches his arm. "Doctor. What happened?"

He's quiet for a moment or two, before shaking his head. "Time discrepancy. By the time I arrived it was...too late. Post-Revolution." He draws in a breath, pulling back up his walls, though still not quite able to smile properly. "But that's fine. It's...she had history to live out. Couldn't go gallivanting across time and space in the middle of her life. It'd have changed history books just to have her disappear in the prime of her life like that. And she wouldn't thank us to come back and find some other mistress taken her place. Frightened the new resident of the room half to death, though. I imagine we're going to give the Palace of Versailles a reputation for being haunted."

There's his cheeky grin, in almost full force, as he circles around, putting something into the TARDIS and launching them off--running away from something that's caused him pain. As he always does. In this case...she can't really blame him. After the Madame had grown up wishing to see the stars, after the woman had saved her, after she'd promised...Rose isn't sure if it's worse to think she might have died bitter, or still hoping for them to return.

She bites her lip and circles around the console, placing her hand over his. He stills immediately, turning a wary gaze on her as if afraid she'll push him for more while he's trapped flying the TARDIS. She might be insulted he'd think that, if she stopped to think about it herself, but...why would she? Not when she already knew how he felt. She smiles softly and squeezes his hand. "..D'you want tea?"

For a moment he remains staring at her, tense, ready to flee or retreat into himself again...and then finally the tension drains into a faint smile. "...Yeah. I could go for a cuppa. Just let me set her down." The energy returns to his limbs as she steps back, and he quickly turns a few dials and presses a few more buttons, letting the TARDIS down--somewhere--with a thump. He glances up then, all traces of his dark mood hidden for the moment. "Although...it's Mickey's..."

She laughs and holds out a hand to him. "Mickey's isn't so bad if you add a bit of sugar." He makes a face as they walk, and she can't help the way her lips twitch into a smile. "Alright, a lot of sugar."

He snorts, apparently content to be led along the TARDIS by the hand. "There's not enough sugar on the TARDIS." For a moment, he's silent, before he finally chirps, "Maybe a chopped banana."

darkbunnyrabbit — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 09:30:22 GMT

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Doctor Who: 7x03 review

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 17 Sep 2012 14:40:57 GMT

Spoilers.

Okay. Over all I like this episode, but there's one point in the episode that makes me unspeakably furious. But we'll get to that!

First off, note how Amy is wearing a nicely fitted leather jacket? That's a companion's farewell jacket. They wear variations of those just before their last appearances or during their last arc. See: Rose, Martha, Donna, Mickey and now Amy. Jack wore a leather vest before he departed as an official companion, too, but. Doesn't really count.

Anyway, the first trailer totally made this episode misleading, mixing up Asylum, Dinos and this. Not gonna lie, the initial mix could have made for something interesting: a town where time is totally mish-mashed...but this is better, because Moffat does "ALL OF TIME AT ONCE!" too often.

Anyway, Matt's fake American accent is cute, but Ben totally steals the show, there really wasn't much point to have Amy and Rory in this one, Ben would have made a perfectly good companion all on his own (and the companions contribute next to nothing after he dies, so really there's no reason he couldn't have been on his own in this one.) Seriously, I don't even have much to say about Rory in this episode other than he's level headed and stands around looking cool. I'd have loved to see Rory and Isaac team up more.

So. Ben is fantastic and seriously just outshines all of them. It's amazing. He needs more parts D: Ben why are you so under-appreciated? Why does everyone blame you for SG-1 ending when you were what kept it going longer than it would have? Anyway, it's my headcanon that SG-1 got stuck in the past again, and 'Isaac' is the last survivor of whatever. It's why he's so fine with the technological advancement and aliens.

So the episode is fairly predictable up until the Doctor gets back and accuses Jex, then everything just goes insane. Up until this point pretty much the only weak point is the stupid horse-talk. Stop it, Doctor. Talking to babies and animals (sometimes, apparently) isn't cute, it's irritating.

I mean, I knew something had to go wrong so it was no surprise to find out Jex was the bad guy. It's everything that happens after that which is crazy. The Doctor accuses Jex of being a war criminal, and despite Jex assuming Isaac wouldn't be happy with that--and then, you know, taking Amy hostage--Isaac actually doesn't care much. Amy has apparently decided that Killing Is Always Bad, while Rory the Roman realizes that some people do horrible things and you don't slap them on the wrist and say "Bad, Jex! Bad! Go live out your life adored by people and called hero now!" Or, y'know, he just doesn't care. It's hard to say with this episode.

Jex makes the really stupid choice of goading the Doctor after showing himself to be a murderer who experimented on innocent people and then called himself a hero for it, and finally, finally the Doctor snaps back at some madman calling them the same and hauls him off. Amy has a fit, but sadly no one stops her from coming with. Ultimately, he shoves Jex out and draws a gun on him, in a really interesting moment where he says "I genuinely don't know" whether he'll shoot Jex if he tries to run. I think he would, and personally I like that. Firstly because it's character growth and obviously moving him ever closer to being the Valeyard, and second because 'the man who never would' is an enormous hypocrite. Despite what some of fandom seems to think, he has always killed his enemies. From the First Doctor all the way to Tenth and Eleventh, and even his future incarnations. When the time comes, when people step over that invisible line, he kills them. Sometimes he lets them do it to themselves, sometimes he allows something to happen, sometimes he'll come outright and do it (and he's fought in wars, too, do not ever mistake the Doctor for a man who won't kill) but somehow he thinks not using a gun (except when, y'know, he does) makes him morally superior to those who do.

So. The Doctor is finally snapping back at an idiot who would compare what he does to experimenting in innocents, holding a gun and enforcing justice. It's a little bit god-complexy, but sometimes that's what his job is. Then Amy grabs a gun and starts throwing a fit with bullets instead, and no one just takes the gun back from her. Okay then. She starts to moral-speech him and he counters with reason, which she retaliates with...guilt.

What really annoys me here is she's right. He becomes crueler and less forgiving without his companions and desperately needs them. BUT. NOT. THIS. TIME. I actually wanted to punch Amy. Just. Right in the face. That she would dare to compare a man who makes guns or even bombs to a man who stood there and took people apart while they screamed is just. I can't even. Jex is a monster, not someone who can do a few good deeds and change his address and make it all better again. And he's not some man who's seen the light and changed, he's still willing to hurt other people in exchange for his own life, and he still sees his work as something good even if he's also guilty for it. He's just rationalizing his guilt away, acting as if it means something that he remembers the names and realizes he's wronged those people. Knowing them and knowing it was wrong to do didn't stop him from torturing people to death, it doesn't give him some sort of a pass.

So.

Isaac dies to save him, because he's a firm believer in second chances and doesn't have the knowledge of World War II and human experimentation to look back on. The Doctor then determines if the murderer doesn't survive, Isaac died for nothing and Ben is too awesome to die pointlessly. So the cyborg decides he wants to go for a high noon showdown, and they all go back to the jail, with Amy looking pretty okay about her decision sparing a guilty man and getting an innocent man killed and now endangering the entire city. I wonder if this is an effort to wean us of Amy in case she dies (I don't know yet if anyone even knows who does or if anyone will. I like it that way) so that everyone will just be too angry with her being irritating each episode to care.

The town try to lynch mob again, and the Doctor comes out with a gun he has no point in wearing because he won't actually use it (though it's interesting he implies that maybe he'd try if he had to), and again...the citizens are portrayed as wrong to want him thrown out and they are, because it's not about punishing him for his crimes or allowing him to be punished, it's just about fear and casting out one of their own. Because they don't know about the atrocities he committed. So. Nice one there, faux-Americans. The Doctor gives an anti-violence speech and apparently is pretty much back to normal.

I have little more to say on the episode. For some reason Jex continues to goad the Doctor while intermittently attempting to guilt him and make him feel sorry for him, I suppose trying to find a way to absolve himself of his sins by convincing himself that the Doctor really is just like him. Then the Doctor seems to get an idea which...is never really elaborated on, because instead we have this weird plan of everyone running around with Jex tattoos and despite his threats the Gunslinger does not shoot everyone. Jex then escapes and apparently the Doctor's plan was "Make it someone else's problem". Yeah. Great move, Doctor.

Instead Jex decides to go out in a blaze of glory before he can add even more people on his list of people he's dragging up that mountain, and the Doctor decides to make the killer cyborg the Marshall of the town. Because no one else in the town is actually enough of a minor character to really warrant that beyond the preacher and the 19 year old, and I'm not sure we even get their names.

Amy and Rory continue to ask to be dropped off even though they didn't get to go where they were planning this time. Really, they need to just accept they are no longer companions and get him a new companion. Isaac would have been a great companion. Sob.

One last note because it's driving me crazy that no one has addressed this: Am I the only one who actually saw what Toby was referencing with Jex? The quandary of the Nazi scientists who experimented on humans in the war and were granted asylum and nice new lives for their technological advances after the war? I am actually gobsmacked by fandom being angry at the Doctor over wanting to allow a murdering sociopath who experimented on innocent people to make living weapons to murder more people to die by the hand of what he created. Why, because he saved a maximum of eighty people from a sickness with a cure he had on him and gave them some luxuries? No. Making nice doesn't absolve you of war crimes. And in Jex's case 'making nice' meant putting a gun to Amy's head to preserve his own life. He hadn't changed, he even called himself a war hero, he'd just found a nicer place to live in so he could more easily be a nicer person.

WTF even moral are you trying to push, show? Nonviolence at all costs, even when it means standing idly by while a mass murder gets away with his crimes? That's pretty extreme even for you, Doctor Who. And it's not even close to okay.

One Times Infinity - Chapter 12 (10/Rose AU PG-13 Doctor Who fic)

darkbunnyrabbit — Tue, 11 Sep 2012 10:53:05 GMT

Title: One Times Infinity
Author: darkbunnyrabbit
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Anything up to Doomsday, There will occasionally be canon elements included from any aired episode of Torchwood or Doctor Who, however.
Pairings: Doc/Rose, Rose/Jack
Characters: 10, Rose
Warnings: Flippantly AU
Genre: Adventure, Romance
Beta: None! Oh dear.
Summary: The walls between universes are more fragile than they seem. Once again it falls to the Doctor to save more than one universe...but can he fight what he wants the most? And who is this unseen enemy? A post-Doomsday reunion, of sorts.

Previous Chapters

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Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure after seven years we all know I don't own this by now.

AN: I actually wrote this mostly last year, but got bogged down by stuff and never finished it. This chapter is about twice as long as normal chapters, though, so it's like getting two chapters at once?

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One Times Infinity

Chapter Twelve: Irriguous

Rose wasn't even surprised to find that their second trip out they found themselves arrested. In retrospect, if she wasn't so distracted by the differences of the last universe, she would have been a little bit surprised they didn't end up in any life threatening situations there. It was probably for the best that they didn't, all things considered...but there was still a part of her who found it a little bit thrilling now to be thrust back into danger. Oh, yes, Torchwood carried a little bit of danger too...but in the time she'd been there, they'd only encountered a few things, and it only made the time drag by that much more acutely.

The small smile the Doctor tossed her as they shuffled into the throne room (as it looked like it was) must have meant she wasn't holding that excitement in as well as she thought. Or, maybe more likely, he just knew her well enough that he didn't need to see it to know it. But given they were in an entirely different universe without any idea where they were going, the Doctor was probably just as excited. He always did have a thing for the unknown.

Within the 'throne room' sat a much larger version of whatever it was that led them from the surface to the underground caverns of Cardiff. She had trouble believing, even on this Earth and this being a different universe, that these were any kind of 'human'. It seemed more likely they were some sort of aliens who'd settled on the planet. The question Rose couldn't help wondering, as she scanned the large cavern they'd been led into, was whether these aliens came because of the lack of water, or the lack of water came because of the aliens.

What probably shouldn't have surprised her but did, was that when the 'leader' spoke, it came out only rumbling hisses. Given that she'd been traveling in the TARDIS again, she'd expected the translation circuits to be running properly again... but then again, maybe because this was another universe, it was a language the Doctor couldn't speak, like at Krop-Tor. The thought was a little disconcerting.

And yet, the Doctor spoke almost immediately after she thought it. “We're travelers, actually. Just passing through! I'm the Doctor, this is Rose. We didn't mean to trespass anywhere.” At her confused look, he leaned in closer to her and spoke in a low voice. “The TARDIS is still recovering from the shock, Rose, her translation circuits aren't exactly up to her best.”

She opened her mouth to point out that clearly she could hear what the Doctor said in the same language, but the rock-person spoke first, in a booming voice that couldn't have been good. Well, it could have been, but usually that kind of booming voice didn't go well with accusing them of trespassing. Accusing them of trespassing at rifle point tended to just not go well overall, actually.

He grimaced. “I assure you, we're not attempting to claim--” the rock-creature's roar cut him off, and Rose tried not to visibly flinch at the way it reverberated in the cavern. “Well you didn't have signs, did you? You can't claim sacred territory and then not warn anyone!”

Given the leader's gestures led to the rifles pointing at them again, he clearly seemed unconvinced. “Doctor...”

“Wait! Just--wait!” He held up his hands, not in a passive gesture, but a placating one. “This is a misunderstanding. A big...tourist-y misunderstanding, and we'll happily turn back around and leave now that we know this is your sacred ground. You don't have to do this.”

It was possible his pleading might have calmed the leader somewhat, as it was back to simply hissing...but after a moment Rose doubted he got through to it. In fact, considering most cultures she'd met didn't tend to stun people they were releasing when they were happy enough to lead them into their lairs conscious, she was pretty sure he didn't.

She didn't care for stunners. They might not do very much permanent damage, but it was always a headache waking up after one of them. If their adventures could do more with being shot at and less with actually being shot she didn't think she'd mind the change.

The Doctor was already awake when she stirred. That wasn't any more surprising than it was to find her arms chained to the wall of the cave. It was always either the chains or the cell option. Oddly enough, times when 'prisoner' meant something other than those two options were actually very rare. But then they were the most practical options for making sure people didn't get away.

“...Doctor?”

He glanced over at her. “You alright?”

Her mental inventory didn't take long. “Yeah, just a bit of a headache. What'd he say?”

“They're a race called the Pyroville. Earth is their sacred ground. All of it. Only the High Pryrellian—that's the large one you saw—and his followers are allowed on the ground, they use it for...luck ceremonies and burials and that sort of thing. Apparently they've got warnings up about it across the solar system...and he's a bit of a cross fellow. Not so much interested in hearing explanations as he is in meting out punishment.”

“And that punishment is?” She had a feeling, really, that she didn't need to ask.

His strange blue eyes turned back from the rest of the empty cavern to her. “We're to be used as fuel for the morning ceremony.”

Fuel. “Is that what they did to the humans of this Earth? Made them into fuel?”

“Could be. I don't know.” He glanced up at the ceiling, expression resigned. “Probably.”

It probably meant there wasn't a Doctor in this universe, either. “We've...got to do something about them, then. Stop them just...pointlessly killing people they find.”

“No.”

“...No?”

“We can't just travel across realities and fix them, Rose.” He refused to look at her, even though she strained at the chains to get a good look at him, but the frustration in his voice was clear enough anyway. “It's not our Earth. Things aren't meant to go the same way. Even if—even if the ways we know look better to us, sometimes what's meant to be isn't what's best to be, Rose.” He did finally turn to look at her at that. “Sometimes...a volcano is meant to destroy a city of innocent people and no one can stop it, and sometimes that volcano doesn't and an entire race is wiped out because of it. And sometimes the race that destroys them has to stay. That's how parallel realities work.”

“Some realities are wrong.”

For a moment, his expression flickered to something intensely sad, but he only said, “Yes.”

If she could have, she would have reached out to him, but as it was, her arms were useless. She might have been able to reach out and nudge him with her foot, as they were standing just about side-by-side, but it would have been a little bit of a stretch. So she did the next best thing. “So. I'm not planning on being anyone's fuel. How d'you suggest we get out of here and find Adeola? Cos...I'm not sure, but I'm betting we're even deeper than before.”

“We are.” He grimaced. “They left me my sonic screwdriver—probably had no idea what it was—but I can't reach it like this.”

“...So how d'we plan on getting out without it? Cos I might've been a gymnast when I was a kid, Doctor, but I'm pretty sure there's no way I'm gettin' to any of your pockets.”

He grinned briefly, shaking his head. “No. That'd be a bit beyond the human scope of flexibility.”

“And a bit difficult t'operate the screwdriver in trainers.”

“A bit.” He glanced up at his wrists a moment. “...I've got an idea, but you're going to have to trust me, Rose.”

She frowned. “I always trust you.”

He smiled over at her for a moment, before kicking himself away from the wall and...spinning. It was probably a better, more fluid movement than that, really, but her observation was a bit distracted by the fact that it left him pressed uncomfortably flush against her. Not that it hadn't happened before—TARDIS crash landings, tiny alleyways while fleeing pursuers, any enthusiastic hug, general tight quarters—but it seemed...excessively close while their arms were both still chained to the wall. He must have been to the limit those chains would allow him...and the feeling was a little bit claustrophobic.

“Doctor...?” Trust didn't mean she couldn't ask for an explanation.

“The screwdriver's in my trouser pocket.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “It's on a proper setting that'll do, and it ought to be able to reach one of our chains. I've just...got to activate it. Hold still.”

She drew in a reflexive breath when his thigh pushed against hers, but she bit her lip rather than speaking. Operating the sonic screwdriver by...nudging couldn't be an easy process, given that look of concentration, and as wildly inappropriate as the squirming and pushing would have been if he...weren't a Doctor who was very much looking for his own Rose, distracting him wasn't going to get them out of there any faster.

She was already distracted enough for the both of them, really.

After moment more of struggling, there was a high pitched whine, and her arms fell free. The Doctor made a triumphant sound, and nodded. “Thought it might've been angled more towards yours. If you'd just...grab it and do mine?”

Really, he didn't know any better, but that language wasn't really making the situation any better. She laughed. “Blimey. Good thing it wasn't upside down.”

He grinned. “That'd take a considerable amount of athletics to fix.”

Despite the fact that she was no longer shackled to the wall, the way he remained so close—definitely at the limit of those chains—made it exceedingly difficult for her to actually struggle her arms down to his pocket. It took a considerable amount of flailing and squirming to get her elbows underneath his and to freedom. She half-expected to find his pocket as roomy as the one in his coat—which she'd been startled by the time she'd plunged her hand into it for the psychic paper once—but as it turned out, his trouser pockets weren't actually all that bigger on the inside. It was wide enough to actually get into and disguise the presence of the sonic screwdriver from the outside...but not much larger than that.

Once she retrieved it, she then had to struggle a bit and pass off the screwdriver to the hand she'd still kept trapped in an uncomfortable position above her head. Frankly, this had to be among one of the most awkward 'stuck in a prison cell/chained up somewhere' situations she'd ever gotten into with the Doctor.

“Okay, um...” She craned her neck to look at the wall his chains were rooted to and tilted the screwdriver accordingly. “Just...aim it at the chains and press the button, yeah?”

“Yep. Bit sooner than later if you could. Might be starting to lose feeling in my hands.”

She frowned, twisting her wrist a bit more to aim the screwdriver properly. “You're the one who's too thick to--” the sharp whine of the screwdriver cut her off initially, but it was the flash of lime green from the screwdriver that derailed her train of thought. “Why's it green?”

“What?” The Doctor frowned at her, apparently baffled. “Why's what green?”

“The...sonic—get off.” Not that she wouldn't normally have a certain appreciation for such close quarters contact, mind, but it was stiflingly warm and even though he didn't really seem to give off body heat she needed just about as fresh oxygen as she could get on this version of Earth. While underground. “It's green. It's just...I...my Doctor's sonic is blue.”

“Hnh.” Despite the contemplative sound, the Doctor's attention seemed to linger for a few moments on the wall where his hands had been caught. Before she could turn to look at it he sprang backward and spun around. “Alright! Shall we go and find Miss Jones?”

Rose glanced back at the wall for only a moment before she picked up her speed and chased after him. “Alright...any idea where she is?”

“Haven't the faintest.”

“Could she be somewhere down here?”

He nodded, although his attention remained on the path ahead of them, rather than herself. “Could be. Not likely. She'd have been granted an audience at the same time...and even if she'd been brought in later she'd be here.”

“So she's somewhere up top?”

“Mm, well. Best guess, anyway.” He skidded to a halt as he turned a corner, which nearly caused her to slam right into him. As it was, she had to grab his shoulder just to stabilize herself when she stopped. The reason for his halt was obvious, though. Only a few feet from the turn—the only turn—stood what appeared to be a door without any immediate method of actually opening it.

He frowned and took a step forward, running his hand over it. “Oh, I haven't seen one of these in ages. Heat-sensitive door! You raise it's temperature to a sufficient level and it uses the energy to operate the machinery in the wall to open. Very clever...and given it's the cell door, I imagine it'll require a specific temperature to open. Or a specific combination of them. Bit like a keypad.”

“Raise it's temperature...” She edged into the corridor with him, studying the shining black wall-door from where she stood. “How d'we manage that? Raise it how high?”

“I'd say given the nature of our hosts...very.” He took a step back and gave the sonic screwdriver a little flourish. “Nothing this couldn't handle. I'd just have to excite its molecules in a wide enough or specific enough area and it'd activate. We could gradually increase the temperature until it gathered sufficient energy...but without the passcode we'd have to try every temperature. And take breaks between each attempt.”

“That would take ages, Doctor, we'd be better off waiting for them to show back up and running through the door as soon as it opened.”

He nodded. “Yes, well, there's another option.” He took another step back. “Back up a bit, Rose.” He pointed the sonic screwdriver at the door and fiddled with the setting a bit. When she retreated behind him, he activated the sonic once more. The device flashed green and the sound almost made her wince, so high was its pitch.

At first nothing seemed to happen, but after a moment the door cracked. Then again, running the length of its shape. After that the structure simply seemed to splinter and all but shatter. It took only a firm push of the Doctor's shoulder to send it all toppling to the ground in the other hallway.

She blinked as she picked her way through the debris, following after him as he set off once more. “Well...never saw that one happen before.”

“Doesn't happen often. The rock's only so brittle because of the way it's been heated and cooled so often.” He tossed her a small smirk and tucked the sonic into is jacket sleeve. “Bit of a design flaw, that.”

“Well...they probably don't have to deal with sonic screwdrivers all that often.” Even less so than any race from a world where the Doctor actually went. With those it was always possible they might eventually catch on. Not that she felt any sympathy for this race that had wiped out an entire planet to make a sacred farm.

“No, they probably only need to deal with brute strength and temperature tampering. When they have to deal with anything at all.”

Rose hadn't been paying too much attention to where they were going, given that she didn't have any idea how they'd gotten from the throne room to the 'dungeon', but the air seemed less thick and oppressive now. It could have simply been because she wasn't chained to a wall and stuck in one place...but she chose to believe it meant they were slowly climbing upward. It was progress, after all, and leaving Adeola alone on a planet in the wrong universe could get her killed.

They made it through a few more doors before Rose heard that almost-familiar hissing roar from behind them, and the definitely familiar click of rifles. So much for getting out without incident. Because that happened so often.

She sighed and turned around along with the Doctor. Apparently they'd stumbled right into the path of a small patrol of four of the...Pyrovilles. If her experience and observations held up across universes, anyway.

“Oh, hello!” The Doctor beamed at the aliens holding rifles at them, the same as he almost always did. “Actually I was hoping to catch a few of you...would any of you happen to have a map? We've gotten a bit turned around, and I just can't seem to find anything that says 'You Are Here'.”

Judging from the hissing and sharp movements none of them were interested in lending a map. “I'm pretty sure that's Pyrovillian for 'we're not tour guides', Doctor.”

“Something like that.” He nodded and continued to smile. “I was afraid you might say that. You could really do with a gift shop for that. Still! I suppose you wouldn't get very much business with sacrificing everyone who drops by...wait!” He lifted his hands over his head in an apparent attempt to keep the Pyrovilles from stunning them all over again.

To keep the Pyroville from hopefully stunning them again.

“Alright! Alright, we'll go with you. Just...just one last thing!” His hand flicked backward, and apparently he'd hidden a launcher up his sleeve, because the sonic screwdriver sprung out of his sleeve and into his hand. “Run!”

Green light filled the corridor, followed—with surprising speed—by the crackling sound of the overstressed rock. Rose didn't have long to think on just what he'd done, though, as he quickly sprinted down the corridor once the pulse was finished. It didn't take long to figure out just what he was running from, though, as the first cracks in the ceiling raced along the length of the hallway far more quickly than they ever did with the doors. She couldn't even afford to look back and see if the Pyroville took his advice or not, because even as it was she barely made it around the corner and into another hallway before the whole section they'd been standing in collapsed in a shower of dirt and jagged rocks.

The Doctor laughed and shook his head as he leaned against the wall next to her. “Works much faster than I thought it would on the ceiling.”

“You could've compromised this whole level, Doctor.”

He nodded. “Could have. Wasn't likely. Didn't.”

Rose glanced back at the collapsed hallway a moment, before shooting the Doctor a look of sufficient annoyance to shut him up...but she couldn't really argue they could have done better. There wasn't an efficient, better choice at that point.

“Right. C'mon. Let's go find Adeola.”

He smiled and nodded, this time allowing her to take the lead. After a few more turns and one door, she glanced over at him. “So why's it green? What's the difference from blue?”

“Hm? Oh...it's probably cosmetic.” He tucked the sonic away once more as he spoke. “The light doesn't do anything. It's not even necessary. It's helpful to know when it's on, though. It's possible your Doctor uses a different frequency band than this one, but there's simply no way to know...unless your Doctor showed you how to assemble one?”

She scoffed and shook her head. “No, not even close.”

There was that look again, the one she realized was a kind of sincere look of sympathy, pity, or...maybe confusion at something her Doctor didn't do with her that he did. It wasn't an expression she'd often seen directed toward her by the Doctor, as there simply hadn't been many times he'd felt pity toward her. Apparently it was something she'd have to get used to now.

He tucked his hands into his pockets after a moment and started off down the corridor once more. “Now...this looks familiar. I think the exit's this way! Well...it should be. Well. I say should...”

“Y'sure about that?” She tossed him a sidelong glance. “Y'know. Just...checking.” She'd like to know if they were following his nose, or if he'd just glanced at a map somewhere along the way.

“Well, the designs are the same as the path to the throne room, so we must be on the proper level.”

“Right, so we're on the way out...and where do you think Adeola got to?” Rose glanced over at him as they walked.

“It's been twelve hours now, I imagine the most likely place we'll find her is the TARDIS.” He shrugged. “Or she's spent this whole time with a group of Pyroville who disagree with the frankly terrible anti-tourist attitude of the Pryrellian and is organizing a dramatically timed rescue right now. We could meet her on the way out after doing all the hard work.”

“Oh, that was one time, Doctor.”

“Mm, in your universe.” He smirked as he started in on another door. “The Rose I know had it happen distressingly often.”

She snorted. “Well, it sounds like a problem with your universe, not me.”

He shrugged as the door caved inward. “If so, we'll just have to see how this universe turns out. I suppose she might just have gotten lost and we'll have to pick her up in the TARDIS.”

“Do you think...” She trailed off as she stepped into the room and took in its entirety. “Well.”

The Doctor sidled up next to her and frowned. “I did say we were close to the throne room. Still...who doesn't label their side-doors to the throne room? That must get awkward.”

That was about the time the guards in the room all turned on them, and the High Rock Poobah or whatever it was hissed and roared in their direction. She could get the gist of what he was saying even without a convenient translation.

“...Doctor...”

“Hello!” He beamed at the king, surreptitiously nudging her to the right as he spoke. “We were just going for a walk...you know, Walk Your Prisoners Day...we got a bit separated from the rest of the group and it seems like we've gotten lost! You wouldn't happen to know the way?”

The creature roared, and the Doctor winced, shuffling them just a bit more quickly to the right as he spoke. “Right, not a tour guide...blimey your race is inconsiderate of visitors. No wonder you've got such a slump in the middle of Summer.”

More roaring and hissing. She'd have liked to say something herself, but without remotely speaking their language, it would be completely impossible to convey anything of sense to them.

“Alright, alright! We'll just go back to our cell, shall we?” He held up his hands once more, still holding the sonic screwdriver this time from opening the door just moments earlier. “Only it might be difficult, given one of the main hallways collapsed on the way. We'll have to find an alternate pathway.” He glanced over at her for a moment, voice lowered. “The door is behind you. When I say it...you need to run. Got it?”

She nodded after a moment. “Yeah, right, as long as it's we. I'm not getting stuck on this planet.”

He tossed her an amused grin. “Cover your ears.”

It was the only warning she received before the Doctor activated the sonic screwdriver again. This time the light was a bit more bright and the sustained pulse echoed off of the walls at a pitch which was actually painful. Not terribly so, but something that would certainly be annoying if she were subjected to it at any length.

She didn't even need his command to grab his hand and bolt out through the throne room double doors. She'd seen what happened to the hallway, it didn't take much to figure out what it would do to the auditorium. The roars of the Pyroville inside probably wouldn't do much good for the auditorium, either. Fortunately, the main doors of the throne room were left open—otherwise she imagined an effective escape would have been a bit more tricky.

From the doors of the throne room their escape was a bit easier, having already seen the pathway in. Of course, Rose didn't remember all of it, but the Doctor did tend to be good at remembering those sorts of details. Which was good, because running in a circle after than dramatic exit would have been embarrassing. Despite the chaos the Doctor's stunt elicited, there seemed to still be plenty of Pyroville to chase them, as she could hear them roaring and stomping along in the hallways just out of sight the whole time they navigated the corridors up to the surface...so going in circles would have been very unfortunate.

Although the Doctor did mention they'd been down in the dungeon for twelve hours, Rose still found herself momentarily disoriented when they stumbled out of the labyrinth into...nightfall. She really did hate stun guns.

Once they topped the nearest ridge, the Doctor slowed to a walk, scanning the area around them with a thoughtful expression. It was a little bit disquieting, considering the army of rock-people still chasing them and really only a short distance away.

“Please tell me you haven't forgotten where you parked, Doctor.”

He snorted. “I always remember where I've parked, Rose. Except when it's moved. Which is hasn't, because the TARDIS technology is too foreign from Pyrovillian technology to be worked out in twelve hours.” He shook his head and picked up his pace...although really it was still just a brisk walk. “Right now they can't be completely sure which direction we went. I've got a very strong guess—and I'm rather good at those—that they can sense the vibration in the ground. The less we vibrate the harder it is to find us.”

She nodded. They did have quite a bit of...earthy-cave-y technology and...body-types. It seemed to stand to reason. “Right, so...people who panic get caught.”

“Exactly. Take a few more minutes to observe the scenery and we should be able to avoid standing out like a great big shaking beacon.”

Honestly, though, the sooner she was out of this scenery and on to a more recognizable universe? The better. Maybe for once they could find one of those necessarily good universes next time. That might be a bit more encouraging than finding out her universe was apparently stuck in the middle of the group of universes where everything went wrong. Even though she had a feeling the Doctor would say that wasn't quite how their traveling worked.

“How much navigation do you get?”

“Hm?” He glanced over at her, and by his expression she'd clearly interrupted him mid-thought.

“Through universes...you said if you know what you're doing you can navigate these universes, yeah?”

“Ah, yes. Well...once the TARDIS is fully charged I'll be able to lead her anywhere...anywhere I know where is.” He gave her an apologetic look then. “I can't just take you to your universe. Not and be sure it's yours. It'll take time to calculate where yours is and how to get there...and it'd be a bit easier if the TARDIS could focus on just one thing at a time.”

“Finding your Rose, you mean.”

Again, the apologetic look. “The TARDIS is connected to me. She's got my energy fueling her systems—well had by this point, but same effect—finding my universe...or traces of it...is as natural to her as finding home. Finding yours isn't that easy.”

She shook her head quickly. “No, no. I'm here to help, not just t'get a free ride. I'm not going anywhere until we find your Rose. Then y'can see about getting me home for dinner.”

He grinned. “Dinner, maybe. Can't make any promises about Midnight.”

“Yeah, but I've got a knack for sneaking in late.”

He gave her an intrigued and amused expression, but before he could say anything the nearby rocks erupted outward. Or...well...parts of them dropped off and Pyrovilles came pouring out all around them, surrounding them once more. At least that explained how they'd been sneaked up on last time...

“Ah.” The Doctor moved to hold up his hands, but froze at a rather aggressive sounding hiss from one of the nearby ones.

“...Did that one just tell you not to hold up your hands where they can see them?”

“Apparently I'm not trustworthy.” He tutted. “You know if you'd just let us go you wouldn't have to deal with the whole...involved...messy sacrificial fuel thing at all. Might get a day off out of it? Could do all sorts of things with a holiday on a planet like this. Have you seen Fiji? Come to think of it there's...probably all sorts of wonders to be found wandering the bottom of the ocean when you're not busy being crushed by all the weight of the ocean...”

One of them growled, and he immediately silenced. Apparently collapsing the throne room made one unpopular. Or at least not to be trusted to talk, anyway. Which honestly, Rose was a little surprised sometimes there weren't galactic laws addressing the subject.

“So...” Rose said, “new plan?” They couldn't exactly collapse a cave which wasn't there after all.

“Well...” He pursed his lips an frowned when the creatures hissed again.

“They really don't like you talking.”

He shrugged and smiled. Which...was less than helpful. This was really turning out to be a terrible escape-rescue. Getting captured all over again would stick it down at the bottom with the other Worst Rescue Attempts she's been a part of, and distressingly close to a Failed Escape. Which would be not good considering the morning would be sacrifice-day.

It occurred to her then that the creatures were still hissing, but the Doctor made no effort to respond to them. Instead he frowned with increasing curiosity. She turned her head to ask for a translation—or a general paraphrasing, she was fine with that, too—when a drop of wetness landed on her cheek. Then nose. Hand.

...Rain? It was raining? The hissing increased in pitch until the creatures howled and shrieked, turning quickly from 'apprehending' to 'fleeing for their rocky lives'. Meanwhile, the Doctor had turned his head up to the sky and started grinning, holding out his arms.

“Right on time! Hah! Brilliant!” He laughed and took a step forward, arms outstretched as those early drops of rain turned to a torrential downpour in record time. The hard packed clay and earth they'd walked on up to this point was already puddling and becoming mud in the rain...and where was it even coming from? There wasn't any water on the planet.

“Doctor? What did you do?”

He dropped his hands and turned back to her, though his actual gaze didn't quite land on her. “I can't just make it rain on command, Rose. It takes more technology than a sonic screwdriver to do that. Isn't that right, Miss Jones?”

Rose spun at that, just in time to see a rather dirty looking but triumphant Adeola Jones skid down the muddy side of the cliff they'd topped a short while ago. “Something like the weather-control satellites orbiting the planet?”

“Weather control?” Rose glanced back at the Doctor a moment. “I thought you said--”

“Of course! No water at all, Rose.” He skipped forward between she and Adeola still grinning. “No water, and blue skies. The Pyrovilles can't use it at all, and they couldn't just make it go away. They had to move it! Where better than as a shield to keep people out of their sacred land?” He turned toward Adeola. “But how did you know?”

“When you were captured, they all went crazy and started gathering around down there to see what happened. All of their factories and controls up here were left unguarded, and when you mentioned there wasn't any water, it had to go somewhere. S'pose it was just luck finding the controls, but once I had the time to look them over, they're not that different from some of the devices Torchwood's been studying. It just took awhile for the satellites to reverse their hold. Then--”

“Let there be rain! Hah!” He yanked the both of them in for a hug as he continued to grin up at the sky. “All of Earth's water returned at once!”

Which...was really good for escape and the future of this Earth, but, judging from the mushiness of the ground... “It's all pouring down at once? Right now? Won't that cause...some sort of Biblical flood?”

“Yes, well...it'll take days to drop it all. All of Earth's life has moved underground by now, they should be safe if they keep down deep, and they'll have to stay down there long enough for other life to land and flourish here again! Oh, thousands of years at least! It'll be a whole new planet by the time they can emerge again. They'll have a second chance to make contact properly, and no global catastrophe to give them an upper hand.”

For a few moments, though she knew it wouldn't be humans on Earth, that made it all...some what better. Rose found herself grinning and laughing up at the rain, caught up in his jubilation as well. She probably would have been caught up longer, actually, but Adeola chose that moment to speak.

“Those machines won't be water proof, will they? If they short out and we're standing in a puddle of water...”

“Right!” He stepped back then and grabbed the both of their hands as he turned again. “C'mon! Run!”

She thought, looking over the other times she'd run back to the TARDIS in the rain and mud, this was the best such time.

Glimpse (Eleven/Rose PG Doctor Who fic)

darkbunnyrabbit — Tue, 11 Sep 2012 05:17:50 GMT

Title: Glimpse
Author: darkbunnyrabbit
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Pairings: Eleven/Rose, with Ten/Rose
Characters: Eleven, Rose, Ten, Amy
Warnings: Nothing really
Genre: Missing scene, angst, romance
Summary: To see all that ever could be isn't always a gift.

"Careful! Careful, just...watch out that last--" A shriek and a crash cut the instruction short.

Rose winced and blinked up at the Doctor, who'd just about crashed through the grating himself in his haste to scramble down and get a look at her. "I'm fine! I'm fine! Just sort've...sprained my pride."

"I'm sorry, Rose, should have gotten down here first and helped you down. That last swing is tricky." He held out a hand as he straightened, helping her stand and using the motion as an opportunity to make sure she really hadn't sprained or injured anything tangible. "As for that pride...I've got a few ideas that might just make it right as rain by the end of the day."

She tossed him one of those flirtatious, tongue-in-teeth grins. "Yeah? S'that a promise?"

"I did say 'might', Rose." His expression was more than a little amused, though, and he tucked an arm around her, hand resting just on the small of her back as he took her a few steps closer to the middle of the room. The teal-turquiose light glowed even brighter for their proximity, and washed out all other color.

"Oh...that's...gorgeous." Rose's eyes widened and she glanced over at the Doctor after a moment. "And this is...where she houses her heart?"

"Well, it's...part of it, anyway, the part that regulates the time rotor."

She started to stretch out a hand but halts halfway there. "Can i...touch--"

"Oh, yes! It's perfectly safe encased like that."

She grinned softly as she set her hand over the center column, and made a sound a little bit like a giggle. "It tickles!"

The Doctor grinned, stepping up behind her. "She's happy."

"Yeah?" Rose glanced over her shoulder, but didn't lower her hand. "Happy?"

"Oh, very happy. Humming, even, I think you've got an admirer."

Another mischevous grin. "Another?"

He linked his arms around her midsection and smiled softly, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Two. Two flattered, privledged admirers who'll never stop."

"I think that's called stalking." She laughed and turned in his arms, catching him in an affectionate kiss before he could respond. For a few moments it was sweet and gentle and innocent, and then there was that subtle shift in dynamics, that deepening of something and...

"Brain-skip?"

The Doctor startled and whirled on Amy where she stood on the stairs, he still sat in his swing. "Amy!"

She squinted at him a moment, as if she expected him to spill more information about the skip if she just waited. When he didn't after a moment, she nodded. "It's just you were sitting down here staring at nothing. Thought someone might've snuck in and turned you off."

He scoffed and reached up for the wire he'd meant to be repairing before he'd gotten distracted. "Amelia Pond, have you never seen someone lost in thought before?" He squinted up at the top level of the TARDIS a moment, searching for Rory to distract his companion away from that particular line of thought. "It can't have been long enough to finish all five courses, did Rory offend the hostess? I told him not to stare..."

She starts, and turns back for the stairs. If she'd come during an intermission, she only had a few minutes left to grab something and get back. "No! Third course, just came back to get my phone! We'll be back in two hours!"

Once she vanished above the glass floor again and started up the steps to the bedrooms, he glanced back to where he'd been looking before.

Rose, hair a bit more unkempt than before, laughed as she took the Doctor's offered hand, and pulled herself up through the grating and out of sight.

He sighed, and glanced down at the floor of the TARDIS, letting that image fade into a dull reflection of himself in teal and brass. "Of course." Parallel timelines couldn't be paused or rewound, although he could 'read' them from time to time, alternate possibilties ran in real time along wih this one, no matter how many choices differed and changed between them. If he wanted to, he could go upstairs and watch the two continue to repair the TARDIS, but then where would he draw the line across the endless stream of could-haves that flickered through his vision wherever he went? He'd spend a lifetime following the life of a Rose who never lived instead of living his own life. He could never be a part of the timeline, he could never affect it, he could never go back and unmake or join the timeline once it split off from his own. The timelines were simply teasers, little movies of things he might have had but never will.

It was handy, really. They were always there to watch if he needed. Whenever he had nothing better to do but wait he could watch anything that caught his eye.

Rose ducked her head into the gap in the grating, golden hair hanging out like a tapestry from where she leaned, grin almost manic from that angle. The Doctor frowned up from his work at her, looking highly skeptical. "Sarah Jane mentioned something about sonic lipstick grab bags."

He dropped from the swing abruptly and turned away, ignoring that and the one where she lounged on the stairs reading something out to him. The trouble with alternate timelines was that they were always there to be seen.

Always.

Doctor Who: 7x01-7x02 reviews.

darkbunnyrabbit — Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:49:16 GMT

Okay, let me dig up my notes. Tl;dr I hated Asylum and loved Dinos, but probably not for the same reasons as other reviews I've seen. There are spoilers through these reviews.

7x01
So, the first mistake was continuing that asinine plot from season six of the Doctor continuing to 'disappear'. If this isn't a plot of Omega or something to GET him, it's one of the dumbest and most backward plot arcs the show has ever had. Worse even than River's--which is part of this plot anyway. That turned me off immediately. Then Skaro! Skaro which should be destroyed and blown up three times over...still in one piece. Not even Time Locked. Now you're just being offensive, head writers. The only thing being kept in now by that lock are the Time Lords themselves...and no, End of Time alone is not enough for me to be okay with that.

Next, I could go on and on and on about this, so I won't: Those were not Daleks. Nothing about them was remotely Dalek-like. Cybermen? Maybe. Daleks? NO. The show even accidentally alludes to this by having them scared to go down to the planet (HAH) and then the Doctor says "Hold on to that fear, fear isn't Dalek". By the end of the episode they're even less Dalek, and really more Borg-on-wheels. Especially when they forget who their defining enemy is. I won't speak of the human form Daleks. They should not be spoken of. It is an insult to the Dalek race to even contemplate them (so go ahead and contemplate away, actually. I just don't want to waste my time detailing the ways the Daleks would never use them).

Though, really, they were asking for it when they changed his name to something stupid like the Predator.

As an aside though, something Moffat does which really grates on me: THE DOCTOR IS NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. All bad things do not happen because of him. Bad guys do not do all of their horrific things just because they're scared of him. They will continue to terrorize the universe and be as strong as they need to be to terrorize or destroy it. The Doctor is not a hunter, he's a force of nature who shows up and screws with their plans sometimes. NOW DROP IT.

Amy and Rory's divorce. ANOTHER thing that had me hating the episode from the start. It's been discussed, I like Rory/Amy and Rory and that's about it from the Ponds. Randomly breaking them up? Not cool. Nor is slapping Rory repeatedly. Why? No reason, she just does. Then they get into the argument (in which Rory is not a Nice Guy. Use some context there, he's just trying to save her life) and the big reveal? Amy can't get pregnant! Ignoring for the moment that Rory has never been all that hung up on children, it irritates me that once again does Amy get any choices in her life? No. She can't just be traumatized by losing her baby (what baby!) and not be able to handle more, she has to have her body physically damaged so that she can't have more (why even? Why would they even bother?). She has no lingering psychological damage from this, she apparently has no preference on children, she just. Isn't allowed to. Nice move, Moffat. And then she tries to compare throwing him out instead of talking things over to waiting 2,000 years without going insane. No Amy, there's no comparison. Don't even try.

The Doctor continues to be a douchebag who makes everyone's life decisions for them, and the carrying Amy scene is so depressingly anti-climactic. It couldn't have been less dramatic if circus music were playing. I'm sad about that, because it could have been a great moment, but no. Just another Doctor-y pun.

So! Oswin. I was completely neutral on her in the episode. Partly because I knew she was a Dalek the whole time (Thanks, Youtube and Livejournal spoilers two hours after it aired!) and she fit well with the type of woman who shows up and flirts and dies by the end of the episode (see: Rita). Still, while I knew she'd be converted in some way already, when the reveal came I still found it moving. So yes. I cared nothing at all about Oswin until I saw the sheer strength of will and fortitude of character she had. To resist the conversion to the point where even as a full Dalek she has to be locked up and retains full self-identity and individuality? That's amazing and tragic.

I actually did enjoy the make up scene between Rory and Amy even though it was stupid, because I love Rory/Amy, okay? I can easily get with the emotional connection there. Furthermore, while Rory was being a bit of a wuss the whole episode, he was snarky and sassy and wonderful all the same. He remains a highlight of wonderfulness.

I'm not gonna comment on the part of the episode that alludes to the future of the series in this review, because not everyone knows it. I didn't, until I read reviews that mentioned it. I will say though, Asylum of the Daleks had some distinct plot elements from I Am A Dalek, and was clearly a rehashing of CAL from the library. (And the bracelets from Let's Kill Hitler) It's a Moffat plot, no one is surprised.

7x02

Okay, let's go linear or I'll repeat myself and get confused.

This episode does not start much better than Asylum, because here we go again with the Doctor being OMG SO DESIRABLE. Casanova only wishes he had the skills to woo an Egyptian queen. And then he takes her along, because that makes sense, and his psychic paper makes a ridiculous noise, because the Doctor has forgotten he has cellphones everywhere that people can call instead.

Unlike Asylum, it quickly rectified itself by the introduction of Indiana Riddell, who is basically amazing. If he could only be the next companion...and then Brian! Who is also incredibly charming and adorable. Rory and Amy are amusing in this scene as well, and seriously how much time would he have lost to just land normally? Rude.

I really dug the gazillion companions move with this one, though, and unlike Journey's End there wasn't a super overwhelming force to distract from companion interaction. Now excuse me while I sob over the missed opportunity of having them here instead. I continue to be strongly distressed at the prospect of the Doctor running around most of the time alone. This is bad. This is not good. This is something that should be constantly avoided. If the Ponds are done traveling consistently then bring in the next companion, because the Doctor has no business traveling places on his own. He cannot handle it anymore.

Rory, Riddell, and Brian are incredible this episode. I love them all. The Doctor is just a little bit ridiculous in it. "Oh, dinosaurs are so rare and need to be preserved!" No, they're predators who would throw off the entire ecosystem right now, or be killed by people defending themselves, and you're stuck on a space ship with them scheduled to be exploded. Do you know what happens to people who go up against dinosaurs and the like and say "WE CANNOT KILL THE PRECIOUS"? They get eaten. Shoot them down.

Amy. I don't know what to do with her this episode. I am just so tired of her. Seriously, three years of traveling (with massive breaks) and you think it's okay to high five a historical figure you meet? You're also still idolizing an Egyptian queen? Did you never land in Ancient Egypt and see the crap they did? Because she just told you she killed people for petty reasons. But no! The man who shoots big game on the plains, he's the one to be talked down to! And the whole...pretending to be Doctor thing. I know the other companions do it, but Amy you are so cringe-worthy about it. Rose got cringe-worthy in places of Turn Left, but for the most part acting the part of the Doctor just means being competent and taking the lead, not acting like a clown. Nor do we admit to pretending to be the Doctor (thus where Rose got cringe-inducing in Turn Left), we just do our jobs and PUSHING BUTTONS REALLY? That's the worst advice. I don't even.

Now, those robots are just so adorable, and Rory is back to being amazing, glaring and growling the robots into submission fearlessly. I don't know what Moffat was doing with him in Asylum, but this is Rory. Also, they ignore the divorce and things like the Doctor being a legend throughout time, so I have to assume Chris was like "Screw it, ignoring Moffat's stuff!" I'm okay with that. Continue to do that, script writers!

Solomon was fun, too. Evil, but he had a sense of humor and was kind of believably human, if a little bit far-fetched. And yeah, he got exactly what was coming to him. Don't ever mistake the Doctor as being weak or 'nice'. He kills. He does it most every episode, if you're paying attention. Just ask Lady Cassandra.

Riding the triceratops was pointless. They lost as much time as they gained, and it was all awkward CGI/animatronics something. It was one of those blatantly pandering to the kids in the audience moments that tend to make me uncomfortable, because it comes off like Aliens in London. No one wants that.

Riddell flirting with Amy and Nefi is adorable. As far as Amy's flirting goes it's harmless at least, which makes it fun. Solomon grabbing Nefi was predictable, but at least the whole episode wasn't equally predictable like Asylum was (because it actually has a plot!)

Now, I know that you are hung up on Amy, Doctor, but stop calling everyone around her 'Pond'. It's Brian Williams. Amy's dad is Augustus Pond, who is not nearly as awesome or cool as Brian Williams. Stop insulting people by making them only relevant by their relation to Amy. Rory, fine, I can see how you'd go either way since they're married, but Brian is not married to her. Brian doesn't even seem to know her that well, he's his own person. Are you going to call your next companion Pond? Do you call River "River Pond"? Not everyone important in the world needs be Pond-y. LET IT GO.

And then Amy proves once again she has no concept of the actual Doctor, just the Raggedy Man she made up as a child and the legend she sees around him while traveling with him. Much like her daughter in that way. Any companion would know you do not remind the Doctor that he is most likely going to outlive you. Maybe that's why he keeps dropping you off and not picking you back up, you keep on constantly reminding him you will one day die and he won't.

Also, who's taking bets on what Moffat will make her next? Stripper? Exotic dancer?

And here we see that honestly, through this whole episode, you can tell they're about done with their tenure. Not because the Doctor keeps dropping them off and they keep letting him, but because they're too competent. The Doctor wasn't even really necessary except as some technical expertise. They could have gone through this space ship themselves with Riddell and Nefi and Brian and ended up similar enough. Companions who are ready to do the Doctor's job on their own...it's time for them to go off and do that, pretty much.

Anyway, we see now where River gets her shootiness from. Amy/Riddell versus the dinosaurs is like a cooler version of River/Doctor versus the Silents, wherein both halves are actually doing something, instead of bickering.

AND THEN BRIAN GOES AND BECOMES A PROPER COMPANION AND IT'S ADORABLE. And he's right about the fitting. Because he's the second best parent in the show, and also the second best grandparent (who apparently doesn't know he's one).

And I am amused by Nefi being there. I would kind of preferred to have her 'disappear' by going down with the ship, but there's enough tragedy for this season yet, so I can tolerate the idea of her wanting to leave her husband for someone else, and abandoning life as a queen for living on the plains.

So this was a riff on Snakes on a Plane, next time will be Cowboys and Aliens.

So! The weak points!

The triceratops. No. Just no. I presume it was trained by the Silurians, but I found it neither funny nor cute. I just basically wanted it off my screen, and the awkward strain on my suspension of disbelief removed from my sight. Thus, I didn't really care when Solomon shot it...but I was aware what a loltastic mistake he made. I mean...it's kind of sad, but if he'd shot Brian or Rory instead he would actually have been less screwed in the end. But no, you go for the Doctor's heartstrings and he will blow you up.

The ISA was just kind of there. Where is UNIT and Torchwood? Shouldn't they be dealing with this sort of thing? I was just very 'eh' about it over all. Nor could I quite decide if it was offensive or not.

Here's a thought: Can we never have any other women jump all over the Doctor this lifetime? Awesome. And make up our mind over whether the Doctor is important or not in history.

Amy.

Just.

Amy.

The liveplurk of it:

and in the first thirty seconds I once again /eyeroll
because Queen Nefertiti, really? We're still not done with 'Most Eligible Not-Bachelor' then
And idiotic noise from his psychic paper! Because people took it so well when RTD had the TARDIS make silly noises~
And
apparently the psychic paper is his cellphone now, its not like he has three or four phones on him he used to use
Clearly not alien enough!
Ignoring for the moment she's another woman who fancies the Doctor
it WOULD be cool
to have a historical figure as a companion
"This is Galileo!" "REALLY?" but then they'd steal his spotlight. Can't have that.
that Lestrade's actor? I don't know, but he should be the next companion.
I would love to see him as the next companion
See how neither if these are 21st century 20-something pretty girls from London?
And now you've kidnapped a mother AND a father, Doctor.
Five companions. Also good.
Five companions could be awesome, especially if it has Rory and his dad
Poor Eleven has a memory leak
he's getting more unobservant and unintelligent by the year
I like him! (Indiana)
Such a liar Doctor
I can't count the ways "I've never really had a gang before--it's new" is a lie
But yep Amy
10 months, you are no longer a steady companion
you are an ex-companion
But Rory
Rory is as snarky and wonderful as always so far
lol
"Um..." "Rrrruuuun?"
This is why we wear chucks to adventure, Doctor.
No slippage
"I can take one of them" HAH.
But seriously, Wholock Tumblrs must LOVE this episode
I'm with Indiana Jones, Doctor. "We must not kill the dinos" never ends well
/snerk
Rory's expression when he remembers his dad is there
I kind of ship Brian/Jackie. And it's probably been canon at some point.
Rory you got your sense of fashion from your father
Stop talking nonsense, Doctor.
Brian is really into this display
CAN WE HAVE JUST RORY AND BRIAN AS COMPANIONS?
Brian can be the damsel in distress
Well now I know where Rory gets his rantyness
WAIT DID WE JUST GET RORY AND BRIAN AS COMPANIONS
YES FANTABULOUS
AND INDIANA JONES CAN LEAD AMY AND NEFI AROUND
"Did you just have that on you?" "Course! What sort of a man doesn't have a trough(trowel?)?"
Rory is 31! And looks lovely at it.
Doctor you've just spawned about a thousand "My Grown Up Christmas List" videos
Amy, seriously? High five? Do you do this with all the historical figures you meet?
Also are you wearing Rory's shirt?
T-Rexes are herbivores
Try not to die, Indy, I don't know what I am going to do with your half of the party without you.
"You clearly have some disturbing gaps in your education!"
Yeaahh, no Amy
Amy, the Pharoahs weren't exactly saints. She just told you she killed people for talking badly to her
That's a little more disdainful than hunting big game, which are rarely defenseless :|
Yes you are, Amy
A drama queen
"I have literally no idea what he is saying" /pats Brian
And there's Rory, explaining things.
So just teleport out
"Are those pterodactyls?" "Yes. On any other occasion, I'd be thrilled. Exposed on a beach? Less than thrilled."
It's okay guys, it's just Myfanwy and her friend(s)
before she falls through a rift!
Thank you, Rory
AND WHY is it burned out :|
ahaha you go Brian
SMACK THAT PTERODACTYL!
"Spelling it out is hereditary, wonderful!"
That explains River
"Whenever you enter somewhere new, press buttons!" That is the WORST advice
Silurians!
Possibly actually the same scientist who should be in stasis right now :|
WHY ARE THEY IN SPACE
oh rite
SEEMS A LITTLE CONVENIENT I'M JUST SAYING
"You're not gonna kill us, are ya, Rusty?" No, but Moffat may.
REALLY
Golfballs
ahaha, oh Rory and his epic facepalm
Rory is just walking along calm as ever.
"Take us to your leader!" "Really?" "Too good to resist."
Indy and Nefi are busy flirting
oh no, Amy dear.
Don't pretend to be the Doctor
I foresee only disaster
It's basically ALWAYS disaster when someone does it, but. seriously. don't. :|
Come on, man, you can totally be Davros.
...Rory is totally glaring down two armed men-slash-robots.
I continue to adore him.
BLAST I've run into another section where someone randomly spoiled the ending.
OH WELL PRETENDING NOT TO KNOW SOLOMON'S FATE.
Incidentally Rory is a nurse
BUT SEE IF HE HELPS YOU AFTER SHOOTING HIS AWESOME DAD
DON'T YOU MOCK RORY.
RORY IS AWESOME MKAY.
Rory you carry a syringe of novocaine?
Nurses always lie about needles
An episode with just Rory and Brian wandering through this space ship
I would totally watch
"Your phone's ringing...in space?" "You get used to it." to robots "I have to take this. The wife!"
apparently not divorced any longer
Also Rory is back to being his fearless self
And the robot totally just took a step back there.
...Why would he not exist? I mean
it would make sense pre-Moffatwho
that Time Lords aren't really known, but with him being OMG WELL KNOWN
it makes no sense he's not known anywhere in 23-something
Whatever, we'll pretend this episode ignores the rest of Moffatwho, which I'm just fine with.
"I feel like you're judging me"
ahaha
Genocidal pirate, but he has a sense of humor.
Not every Whovillain does.
"We definitely used to be faster"
ah these bots
Though so far there wasn't really a point to riding the dinosaur
they could have gotten away without it considering how much time they lost just getting it to move at all
Can't he speak every language?
Shouldn't he be able to just communicate with it?
Let's just
get away from the triceratops and not come back to it
its scenes have been the weakest so far
Indy stop flirting with the Pharoah's wife
An ancient species still full of hope CONSTANTLY trying to kill everyone
don't
you
dare
follow this up with the TARDIS
STOP STEALING THE TARDIS
I mean if it's Nefi I get it
but
THE TARDIS IS NOT A TREASURE BOX
oh okay, I figured it was her a soon as he said 'scanned' but y'know
he kept saying it :|
which makes no sense, NEFI IS A SHE
And now this makes LESS sense
why is someone who is basically legend now in the database but someone who died three hundred years ago missing?
OH WAIT
we're ignoring Moffatwho
right
moving on
ahaha
really Solomon you basically
picked the worst target in the room
Really Eleven at this point I'm half sure you're faking being this forgetful
"I'm not a Pond." No, no you're not. You're fantabulous.
The Ponds are just kind of weird.
lol Rory
":|"
He is not amused by your bad puns Doctor
"Principal's the same as any vehicle"
:|
Vehicles are not all the same
lol
"You'll be there til the end of me!" "Or vice versa!"
/AWKWARD MOMENT
Really, Amy
Things We Do Not Say
"You know what I want more than anything?" "Lessons in gender politics?"
Basically stick Riddell with anyone and he's amazing
Doctor-Rory-Brian-Riddell
That would be an awesome match up
Also Riddell and Jack
need to meet
The walking innuendo and the captain of the innuendo squad pretty much have to :|
"Dinosaurs ahead, a lady at my side, about to be blown up...not sure I've ever been happier." "Shut up and shoot >3"
see even she's flirting with him
This would be an excellent video game level
you could play Amy, Rory, or the Doctor and have three distinct adventures here
Well we see where River gets it
Aw, Doctor. You too can sense these are companions at the end of their time
they're too self-sufficient now
Brian you are adorable, I wish you'd just go ahead and be the new companion
OMG HE DID, HOW CUTE
And I assume that's
when Nefi 'vanishes' from history
And next time, Cowboys and Cyborgs
Actually Cyborgs and Cowboys sounds better.

140 Holly icons + 1 gif (True Love)

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Videos: Doctor Who + Multifandom

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 06 Aug 2012 08:17:15 GMT

Title: Accidentally
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Accidentally in Love, by Counting Crows
Rating: PG
Series: Doctor Who/Takin' Over the Asylum/Blackpool/Casanova/Single Father/Surprise fandom :3
Summary: Spoilers for LOTS OF THINGS.

So, this is a MEP-style crossover couple vid done for fun. Requested couples were:

Fergus/Anyone (Taking over the Asylum)
Donna/Carlisle (Blackpool)
Riley/Tyler (Male OC!)
Donna/Giac (Casanova)
Rose/Dave (Single Father)

There's one more surprise pairing! This is the cutest vid I've ever made, I think. It's like a Fluffy True Love

Link: here

Title: Spin
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Spin, by Darren Hayes
Rating: PG?
Series: Doctor Who, Casanova, Blackpool, Takin' Over the Asylum, Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: There's not an enormous amount of spoilers, but consider this a general warning for Blackpool, Doctor Who, Takin' Over the Asylum, and Casanova.

This is just a fun vid playing with all the dancing in these series, there's nothing really any deeper to it. It did take me since...February to finish it, though. Phew.

Link: here

Title: ...And no one can hear
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Found Love (Intro) by Rihanna
Rating: G
Series: Doctor Who
Summary: Spoilers for Doomsday.

This video is a bit like an extension of 'the story of how I died' narrative. The audio from the episodes isn't meant to be distinguishable.
Link: here

100 Nick icons (True Love)

darkbunnyrabbit — Wed, 25 Jul 2012 01:32:24 GMT

Nick is a douchebag, but he's a very pretty douchebag. There are spoilers and some mildly NSFW icons within. I'll probably make a Holly batch next, with pretty pretty Billie.

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68 James N Arber icons (Decoy Bride)

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 23:44:45 GMT

I made these when the movie came out and forgot.

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Doctor Who video - Pieces (Master/Rose AU PG-13)

darkbunnyrabbit — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:29:07 GMT

Title: Pieces
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Pieces, by Linkin Park
Rating: PG-13 (There's one or two sexual references)
Series: Doctor Who
Summary: Spoilers for seasons three and four.

AU assuming for whatever reason there is no Doctor. Rose takes the place of Lucy, first falling for and following the Master faithfully, but over the year slowly realizing just how horrifying he's made Earth. Their relationship is more mutually caustic than Master/Lucy.

The POV is mostly Rose's, but like the relationship, they play a little bit of tug of war over it. It's also not entirely linear, but the plot should still be clear. Their relationship has the both of them so entwined with each other, neither one of them can really let go, even if they want to, and they both will suffer if they do.

Of note: Rose is often dolled up because it's more becoming of the Wife of the Master of the Earth, and she freely moves between the Valiant and Earth.

Link: here

Something Different (Metacrisis Doctor/Rose PG Doctor Who fic)

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 21 May 2012 15:32:11 GMT

Title: Something Different
Author: darkbunnyrabbit
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Some unspecific spoilers for season 6 (If you've seen A Good Man Goes to War, you're good.)
Pairings: Meta/Rose, theoretical hints of Eleven/Rose?
Characters: Eleven, Rose, Metacrisis Doctor
Warnings: Silliness
Genre: Gen, crack and/or fluff
Summary: Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor stumble across a multiversal rift. They make the Doctor surprisingly uncomfortable. Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor aren't particularly amused.

Disclaimer: blah blah not mine

A/N: Just a little note: I know nothing at all about season seven. I'd like to keep it that way so please no spoilers in the comments!

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He kept staring at them.

For awhile she was flattered, then she was understanding. For a short time it became unnerving. Now she's just annoyed by those constant furtive glances between her and the Doctor. So there was a mix up between realities that dropped she and the Doctor into a future TARDIS with his next incarnation. It's not the first time they've run into inter-reality hiccups, nor was it their fault (that fault would rest with the person who--yes he was staring again). She knew it had to be surprising to see her face again, and she'd like to think it's a pleasant surprise. Obviously it had to be...different to see the face he'd come from, too. She wouldn't deny it was an awkward situation, and he had every right to stare and feel uncomfortable (though she'd like to think they were welcome enough for it not to be too uncomfortable).

All of that would be perfectly fine if he were staring at them. Somewhat. After a half-hour it would start wearing on her nerves anyway. But no, he wasn't uncomfortable they were in the TARDIS: he kept looking between her and the Doctor (she's going to let them come up with handy nicknames to differentiate between each other on their own) and her stomach.

She wasn't sure if he was trying to be subtle or not, but...it wasn't. He hadn't said anything yet, and she pointedly hadn't explained herself in response. At first she'd been a bit bashful and then awkward. Now it's just...silly. Honestly, if he did another round she'd snap, she really would. The Doctor might actually slap him, if she was reading his expression right. He'd picked up an unfortunate penchant for doing that to people who annoyed him: although amusing, slapping his boss and then later his functional land lord did them absolutely no good. The latter just got him a slap from her mother right after. He'd been working on impulse control since then, but this had to be taxing him.

She wasn't sure if he sensed the imminent danger, or if he just couldn't bear the silence any longer, but finally the Doctor drew in a breath and spun toward them properly. He spun often, this one. She hadn't decided what she thought about that yet. "You didn't happen to see a Roman while you were out, did you?"

She blinked. "...What?"

"A Roman. Tall...armored...has a..." He gestured vaguely at his nose and trailed off. "Right. Well, River did say something about a surprise Father's Day." For just a moment his gaze flickered over at the Doctor, before he spun back toward the console, toying with a few new additions to it that she hadn't the faintest idea the function of. "Anyway! There's three of us here, I think we can handle one universe-changing crisis without the Ponds." He paused a moment, before adding: "As long as we don't tell them."

She glanced at her Doctor, and he gave an infinitesimal shrug, before getting up from his seat and wandering over to the console as well. She took that as a sign that whatever scans the Doctor was doing were about to be finished, and so she wandered up to flank the Doctor's other side. From there she could actually see the annoyance flicker across her Doctor's face when the older one did his worried glance.

Fortunately, no slapping followed. She could tell by the sound of her Doctor's voice, though, that he was close to it. Well, that, and the falsetto. "Oh! Rose! You're pregnant! I hadn't noticed. Isn't that odd? How does that happen? Did you swallow a moon? At first I thought you might've just gotten old and different, but no! Congratulations Rose! Also you, Doctor, who I keep staring at and refusing to address because I just keep forgetting to."

The Doctor, who'd been reading something on the monitor, pursed his lips. "I do not sound like that."

She grinned. "...Yeah, you do."

"Also, she's pregnant. Have you noticed?" He caught her grin and offered a brief smirk back, before turning his attention back to the Doctor. "We're expecting. That happens." He leaned in toward the Doctor a fraction. "You can stop staring now."

"I'm not--" The Doctor huffed and brushed past him. "I wasn't staring. I was...noticing."

Her Doctor rolled his eyes and she stepped in before he could continue. "So saving the universe: how much running is there gonna be this time?"

"None!" The Doctor made a face after a moment. "Alright, a little bit. Possibly. Depending on the locals. They weren't very happy the last time I saw them, and we'll need one of their scanners to pinpoint the rift. The voidstuff is confusing the TARDIS' scans."

"Alright. I can do that much." She smiled and shrugged. "Might've been a deal-breaker if you said 'a fair amount'."

"Because she's pregnant."

"So I was rude!" The Doctor turned on hers, clearly peeved despite the...mildler expression than she'd expect from hers. "I can be rude. I get it. I do that--regularly! Do you want something more from me, or can we save the world now?"

Her Doctor made a noncommittal noise. "Stop looking terrified of my future child and we might."

"Oh for--Rose Tyler, will you please do something about your husband? Is he your husband? ...Baby-daddy?" He made a face before she could respond. Incidentally, it was almost identical to the expression on her Doctor's face. "No, we'll call him husband. Your husband is being defensive while I'm trying to save the universe. Will you take him down to the engines so I can do my job and he can do his and the both of you can go back to..." He waved a hand. "Painting the nursery?"

She smothered the urge to laugh at her Doctor's affronted expression--honestly this was completely out of hand and the answer was not to start laughing at it--and instead took his hand to forestall whatever he was going to retort with. "Have the hallways rearranged? Cos I can barely remember how to get there as it was."

Her Doctor sighed and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Of course it has, but I know my way. I'll go on my own. You stay here and make sure he doesn't wander off while we're not looking."

The Doctor made a face at hers, and hers did something with his hands that she didn't recognize...but could guess was rude, considering the frown it earned. Still, she arched up to kiss his cheek. "If y'want. Get back here soon."

"No promises." He grinned for a moment, like a child set loose in Disneyland, and almost skipped up a set of steps leading out of the enormous console room. Evidently no amount of annoyance could dampen his excitement at getting his hands on the TARDIS engines again. The thought of that excitement earned a faint smile for a few moments, before she wandered over to start flipping the switches and turning the dials the Doctor indicated.

For a little bit--she wasn't sure exactly the time, but it wasn't long--they were quiet, only exchanging important information about the readings and the console. It was a little bit like falling into the past during the quieter days they'd work on the TARDIS together, and she found it a bit comforting.

Eventually, though, the Doctor glanced up at the door her Doctor left through, and leaned in to speak to her in a low, confidential whisper. "You're pregnant."

Misfits vid: Locking up the sun (general, PG-13)

darkbunnyrabbit — Tue, 15 May 2012 17:32:41 GMT

Title: Locking Up The Sun
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Locking up the sun, by Poets of the Fall
Rating: PG-13 for blood/gore
Series: Misfits
Summary: Spoilers up to 3x08, but most stop at 2x06: Warning for some graphic violence and mild gore?

They may not be the ideal heroes, but they seem to keep ending up in situations that need heroics.

I could have included more of season three...but I'm not gonna lie, my interest dropped off pretty sharply after the Christmas special, so I'll just live in my happy little world where the series went somewhere completely different after 2x06.

Link: here

Doctor Who video - Losing Your Memory (Doctor-River PG)

darkbunnyrabbit — Sat, 12 May 2012 09:57:54 GMT

Title: Losing Your Memory
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Losing Your Memory, by Ryan Star
Rating: PG at most
Series: Doctor Who
Summary: Spoilers up to S6x13

Whenever they see each other, they're always forgetting a little bit more.

Slightly AU in that the Doctor and River's timelines are like 95% back to front (with the suggestion that 6x08 or 6x13 is the last encounter with River from the Doctor's POV) rather than the 40% of canon.

...Yeah, right, so I'm a slave to the muse, obviously. There are so many glitches in this video even after three renders, but I spent a day and a half on this, so I am done fighting with it.

Link: here

Red Dwarf video - Down (Arnold Rimmer POV)

darkbunnyrabbit — Sun, 06 May 2012 06:04:14 GMT

Title: Down
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Down, by Jason Walker
Rating: PG at most
Series: Red Dwarf
Summary: Spoilers up to S7 Stoke me a Clipper

This is a fairly straightforward tribute/character POV vid of Rimmer, specifically his feelings while considering the mantle of Ace, and his general sense of unfairness throughout the rest of his tenure.

Notes:

I originally had a plan to use this song for another video, but I'm so glad I didn't this one is a much better concept.
I don't have access to my remastered version at the moment, so the quality of the video isn't as nice as I'd like it to be.
There's a few glitches left in the video that bug me, but Vegas is so slow it's hard to know what the video will look like until it's done, and the glitches aren't enough to go back and fix them.
Holoship is legit one of the saddest episodes for Rimmer.
Better than Life is also one of them.
It's all his POV, so even if he richly deserves his comeuppance, it counted.
The scene where he's using learning drugs is not about finding his revisions, in case it isn't clear, I just used it to indicate how desperately he wanted to pass.

Link: here

Doctor Who video - Face Down (Amy/Doctor Amy/Rory AU PG/PG-13)

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 01:07:14 GMT

Title: Face Down
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Face Down (Acoustic), by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Rating: PG/PG-13 for domestic violence
Series: Doctor Who
Summary: Spoilers throughout s5-6

I haven't done much with the Ponds yet, and I was bored of the usual formula for Doctor Who vids with this song. Thus.

The storyline should be fairly straightforward by the narrative of the song, via Rory POV. If it's not, I'll add more in-depth here.

- Spoilers for the video below -

Amy and the Doctor are in a pre-existing relationship. The Doctor has a dark side he lets out in fits to keep Amy under his thumb, and her best friend Rory sees this once he starts traveling with them. When scolding the Doctor about it fails to change it, he tries to support Amy through it, and the two fall for each other along the way.

The Doctor does not react well to seeing this, and lashes out at Amy even more. Unfortunately for him, now that she's seen how it can be with Rory, he's pushed her too far. However, the Doctor isn't ready to give up on her just yet. He refuses to let Amy or Rory anywhere near to their homes, sometimes not even out of the TARDIS, and just ignores that Amy broke it off at all.

Eventually, he attempts to drown Rory and make it seem like an accident. (Whether or not that's successful is slightly open to interpretation). In desperation, Amy realizes there's only one choice.
Link: Here

76 Ginger icons from Fright Night + 2 gifs

darkbunnyrabbit — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 00:52:00 GMT

By request: 76 icons of Ginger.

It's surprisingly difficult to get caps where she isn't talking. Cap 60 links to another icon which I left out due to violent content. Two gifs, too. I'm not sure if the animated icon fits in LJ, but it should other places.

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307 Peter Vincent icons (Fright Night 2011)

darkbunnyrabbit — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 10:10:23 GMT

Yes really. 307.

Actually, it's about 180, 122 are from an old batch with HORRIBLE source, but you can use them anyway, if you like. There's also a gif I didn't much like the result of at the bottom and a not quite alternate.

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Secret Smile and Takin' Over the Asylum videos!

darkbunnyrabbit — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 19:18:17 GMT

Title: She Hates Me
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: She Hates Me, by Puddle of Mudd (explicit)
Rating: The video is PG, the song is R
Series: Secret Smile
Summary: Lots of SPOILERS for Secret Smile.

Now this is mostly just a crack, silly video that amused me to make, but if you want a structured plot you have two options:

A: Brendan is a dweeb who takes 500 years to take a hint when a girl's not into him, but he's not really nefarious, just clueless. To a horrible fault.

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B: Imagine if you will Miranda is a total nutjob who's been over reacting and imagining coincidences that just aren't there about Brendan, and thus harasses and stalks a pretty normal dude for no apparent reason, until she pushes him far enough he starts snapping back. Then she frames him for murder. Because dude, she really doesn't like him.

Link: Here

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Title: Hey Jude
Vidder: darkbunnyrabbit
Song Title/Band: Hey Jude, by The Beatles
Rating: PG
Series: Takin' Over the Asylum
Summary: SPOILERS for the entirety of Takin' Over the Asylum.

Hey Jude is the obvious choice for a straight up series tribute, and this. Or, more specifically, it's a tribute to the populace of St. Jude's. There's next to nothing of anything that's not directly related to St. Jude's, because even with a stupidly long song I only have so much space, and those things didn't really apply to St. Jude's.

To be articulate, this follows the story of how Eddie and the radio station impacts the lives of the people involved and listening, and how they in turn affect his life.

Link: Here

68 Doctor Who icons (New Earth, Doomsday, Day of the Moon, Black Spot, Doctor's Wife, Rose/Five)

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 08:38:46 GMT

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Two Doctor Who videos - Series 6 tribute and Doctor Who/Fright Night crossover

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 19:43:38 GMT

Title: I Will Not Bow
Song: I Will Not Bow
Artist: Breaking Benjamin
Subject: General Season 6
Genre: Tribute/Action
Summary: Spoilers for ALL of season/series 6

This is pretty much just an (almost) angst-free tribute to season six as a whole, or rather the strengths and defiance the characters displayed throughout the season against the many hardships they faced in it.

Youtube Link here

Title: World Spins Madly On
Song: The World Spins Madly On
Artist: The Weepies
Subject: Rose Tyler/Peter Vincent (Fright Night 2011)
Genre: AU, Shipping, Angst, Crossover
Summary: Spoilers for season 4 + Fright Night + some for Secret Diary

Prior to the video, Rose meets Peter on a Torchwood mission a few months after being stranded in Pete's World, which happens to be a few months after he befriends Charlie, and after he decides to go on tour in the UK.

long = short, the two are drawn to each other by a mutual sense of displacement and loneliness...and a bit of Peter having the Doctor's face.

A year later the stars start going out and the Dimension Cannon fires up, so Rose's Torchwood missions become trips to parallel realities looking for the Doctor to warn him of the danger.

Video time - Eventually, Peter (drafted by Torchwood earlier) gets wind of what her missions consist of, and with a bit of unfortunate timing also discovers his similarity to the Doctor's face. This, naturally, leads to a blazing row, which ends in Peter shooing her off to find the Doctor if he means so much to her.

The events of Turn Left play out for Rose, as she deals with the 'death' of the Doctor and finding a way to set the universe right through Donna's death, meanwhile the two generally mope about and suffer alone.

When Journey's End finally rolls around (solved minus a Metacrisis), and Rose finally does have the chance to go back to traveling with the Doctor, she realize that as much as she loves that life and the Doctor, there's finally something she wants more, even if she might have already lost it.

Returned to Pete's World by her request this time, she reflects on her choice for a bit, and then goes to make an attempt to try again with Peter.

And that's...pretty much it 8| This was not really an easy vid to make, considering how very little footage there is for Peter or...even for Rose of the appropriate time period.

Youtube Link here

Only forever farewell (Eleven/Rose PG-13 Doctor Who fic)

darkbunnyrabbit — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 16:29:56 GMT

Title: Only forever farewell
Author: darkbunnyrabbit
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to Closing Time.
Pairings: Eleven/Rose, with hints of Nine-Ten-Meta/Rose
Characters: Eleven, Rose
Warnings: Copious amounts of alcohol, some suggestive sexual content, but nothing explicit.
Genre: Missing scene, angst, romance
Summary: The Doctor makes an unexpected stop on the Farewell Tour, only to realize it's not so unexpected after all.

He doesn't mean to find her. He's not looking for her. He got his reward and visited all his old companions once already, the Farewell Tour is nothing like that. The Farewell Tour is all about doing everything he's put off, all the things he thought 'I'll save that for a rainy day in space', the things he never had the bravery to do before.

On second thought, maybe he did mean to find her.

She's young, still so young, only a matter of months since he's last seen her. He remembers this night: they'd needed to stop for emergency repairs to the ship after the damage the paradox caused, and he'd thought he'd stop somewhere nice for her while he worked. When he'd said it'd take a couple of days, she'd gone out and not gotten home until the next morning. When she'd come home she'd looked...lighter, a little bit tired, and clearly tousled. He'd refused to think about it except that it must have done her well.

He supposes it's as good a time as any to see her walk into a pub.

There's a grief and guilt in her eyes that he knows is still lingering from her visit with her father...but there's still an innocence and hope in her eyes he misses. One day he'll crush it out and she'll be...colder, stronger, so grown up and brilliant, and every trace of that sweet, all-encompassing innocence will be gone.

She doesn't blink at the menagerie of aliens all assembled in the pub that's closest to that Cantina as just about anywhere in the universe. In hindsight, he can't believe he'd have ever subjected her to this place in the name of helping her 'feel better'. He could have taken her somewhere beautiful and quiet and held her hand as they watched stars birth in brilliant light and color through the night. He could have taken her to see the Alignment of Exidor. He should have taken her to see that, instead of moping about in his ship, wallowing in his own self-pity and letting her wander off on her own where she could get hurt. He should have cared that she was hurt.

She mills about through the crowd smiling and flirting as naturally as he'd expect the Captain to, and he...alright, maybe not the Captain, but not like he'd ever expect her to be comfortable in a pub-like setting. Not that he'd ever really asked, had he? No, he supposes he never did. The aliens clustering around her don't stand a chance, and he can't help a fond smile when he sees that cheeky, self-satisfied little grin she used to wear. The one where she chews on a bit of her tongue like she doesn't know, and beams with all the force of that innocence in her. They never really have stood a chance, have they?

It's not long before she's sitting at the bar not far away, sipping experimentally at the collection of free drinks she's gathered, and holding up light-hearted chats with any alien bloke who wanders up to buy her another. At some point she must catch him staring...he doesn't mean to, but there's nothing else in the pub worth watching, and he can't help but be entertained by the banter she exchanges with the hopeful-but-doomed suitors which still flicker up to her. Of course she wouldn't know how exotic a human looks on this planet, and so she's simply flattered by attention rather than rightfully offended. Whether it's the fact that he's forgotten to order anything or just because he's the only other person in the bar with the same basic shape as her, her attention zooms right in on him, and he feels a renewed sort of empathy for the hapless aliens drawn in by that smile.

She slides him one of her drinks and grins at him before her attention is diverted by a blueish native. At some point after she's engrossed in conversation and looking the opposite direction he remembers to start breathing again.

The afternoon rolls into evening and the sips become proper drinks. The gentle and wry rebuffs become a more serious sort of flirting, and he thinks it might be about time to get back to that Farewell Tour. It's been hours and he only meant to stop for minutes. One of the natives from before returns, clearly possessing some liquid courage of their own, if they're willing to repeat the horrid line about what their people have two of. This time, rather than bemused rebuff they earn a thoughtful pause and a shameless sort of comment he'd never expect her to say.

He already knows one of these petitioners must make a successful appeal, given the state she returns in the next morning. The angry twist in his gut at the native--what's his name? Something rhyme-y and ridiculous--laughing too loudly says that he should go back to the tour before he finds out which one of these persistent natives finally makes a winning argument.

Maybe he's sipped too much of his own glass, because when he stands it's to scoot into the chair next to her instead of marching to the door as he'd decided he would. The curious, amused sparkle in her eyes when she turns to look at him does silly things to him, and on that wave of giddiness he hears himself cheerily inform her that Apalapucians have two hearts. Even the half-drunk suitors recognize she's lost all interest in their clever double entendres after that.

Together they manage to finish the wide array of colorful drinks still in front of her, and she leans on his shoulder when she asks him his name. He knows she'll forget what he whispers by morning, but the reverent way she repeats it, barely audible under the din of the drunken customers, gives him goosebumps he didn't think he could still feel.

Eventually the pub closes, and he doesn't have to pretend nearly as much as he'd suspect to stumble out with her in his arms. When she asks him to take her home, he fends off the moment of panic with quick thinking, grand gestures, and liberal use of psychic paper at a nearby hotel. He debates whether his lack of guilt is only because it's overwhelmed by the warm presence of her on his arm. When he catches the open leer of one of the natives, he decides the only thing he ought to feel guilty for is leaving her on this planet in the first place. When she kisses him, he finds he can't even do that.

He knows what she expects. He might pretend not to know, might even be truthfully oblivious to some of 21st century Earth's cultural quirks, but he's well aware of what she expects of taking a random bloke to a hotel after too much pain and just enough alcohol, and he knows it goes only moreso when it's all about his hearts and lies he's told as fabricated as anyone else in that pub who'd desperately wanted to spend one night with her. He knows, but it doesn't mean he'll observe it. She expects sloppy and fast with just a hint of desperate and uncoordinated, but if this is his one single chance, his very last chance, then it's an expectation he freely defies. After a moment of surprise, she doesn't seem to mind the unexpected.

It's not slow, because he can't hope to be, and it's more than a little desperate, but it's determined and coordinated. It's absolution for her father and her grief, apology and heartfelt expression of all the words he's never said. It's a promise of all he'll show her and lament for all they'll never share.

It's adoration for all of her shining beauty and stinging regret for the innocence he'll rob her of. It's a glimpse of the life she'll one day have and the closure of the one he's lived. It's his fondest hello and his very last goodbye.

At the end of it all he whispers her name in the accent she'll remember, and regardless what she screams he knows it's him she's thinking of. She asks no questions when she curls up next to him, and it's not long before exhaustion and colorful drinks get the better of her. He stays through the night as she sleeps and watches the birth of a star.

When morning arrives and his time runs out, he tucks the covers gently over her and kisses her hair before he leaves. She'll be awake shortly, and some of that pain and guilt from before will finally be washed out. His time is running short and he still has two more places to go before the end, and yet he finds himself hesitating at the door of his ship, gazing up at the window of her room, where she'll be padding into the shower, still groggy and mussed from bed.

She always promised him forever, not just hers but his, with all of the stubborn naivety of her heart, no matter what anyone else ever said.

He ought to have known to believe her.

Doctor Who fanvid: You're Perfect (Doctor-Companions) Season 6 spoilers

darkbunnyrabbit — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 23:51:23 GMT

Spoilers (somewhat) up to A Good Man Goes to War.

So this is primarily a gen, suuper fluff vid. You can see it as entirely canon, or go flufftastic and take it AU.

The general idea is that the four main companion girls in s1-6 all have their flaws and insecurities and personal problems, but it takes the Doctor to show them how brilliant (and perfect) they are. Along the way, the companions teach the very same thing to the Doctor and make him a better man for being around them.

Of course, when they realize the Doctor is still suffering from cynicism and depression, due to his self loathing, the companions won't stand for it, and won't rest until they prove to the Doctor that to them he is just as brilliant and special as they seem to him. No matter his flaws and mistakes, to the companions, the Doctor will always be perfect. (Hey, it's fluff)

It's not outright meant to be shippy, but there's definitely currents of ships in it if you choose to see them.

One Times Infinity - Chapter 11 (10/Rose AU PG-13 Doctor Who fic)

darkbunnyrabbit — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 13:26:28 GMT

One Times Infinity - Chapter 10 (10/Rose AU PG-13 Doctor Who fic)

darkbunnyrabbit — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 12:48:46 GMT

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