Starting Over

[preserved_ginger]

Title: Starting Over
Rating: PG-13
Setting: 2X13
Character(s): Ten. Rose (off-camera).
Pairing(s): Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Not Mine
A/N: Yet more Doomsday fic! principia_coh gave me the original germ of an idea that led to this (and two, maybe three, other mini-ficlets). This follows on immediately from the end of Looking For A Way.
Summary: It's not enough.

He can’t remember what drags him out of his funk, but something does. He goes back to his books, searching for a way to send himself through. Either with, or without, the TARDIS – he doesn’t mind (much) if he can't get back, so long as there's a way to get through.

But that, too, fails – as it must – and several belligerent (and stupid) aliens of varying species reap the rewards of that particular endeavour. The Oncoming Storm gone mad with grief, at least for a time. The temptation to cross his own timeline, to fix this even if to do so would risk invoking Reapers, has never been so strong.

But just before he makes that decision, the TARDIS saves them all: she shows him a gap between the Universes that’s almost – but, crucially, not quite – closed. Not enough to get him through – but enough, perhaps, to send a message. A billet-doux.

It's not enough. But he’ll take what he can get.

Comments

[lostwolfchats.livejournal.com]

Oh, snivel.

I HATE Doomsday :-(

[2cbetter2.livejournal.com]

*sniff* Is it possible to love but loathe the angst of Doomsday all at the same time? That one episode has produced some heartwrenching sorrow with pieces like this yet joy when someone writes the Doctor and Rose finding their way home to each other.

The Oncoming Storm gone mad with grief, at least for a time. The temptation to cross his own timeline, to fix this even if to do so would risk invoking Reapers, has never been so strong.

Oh that part got to me because you know he was more than a little tempted to cross his timeline and stop things from happening the way they did before. I wonder how many of us could resist such temptation if it meant we could get back the person we loved.

Poignant and lovely little ficlet.

[pencil-gal.livejournal.com]

The Oncoming Storm gone mad with grief

That one image is absolutely beautiful and heart-wrenching.

*shakes fist at Doomsday*

[maniacalshen.livejournal.com]

T_T