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Fic: Time Crash Mark II (The Shippy Version). Epilogue.
OK so I wrote a little epilogue, because I always knew what happened afterwards, and it seemed churlish not to share.
Takes place immediately post-Time Crash Mark II (The Shippy Version) (and makes no sense without it!)
Summary: What happened afterwards.
Word count: 440 words approx.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: None.
Epilogue
Bezoolium clutched in her hand, Rose happily skipped into the TARDIS as the Doctor held open the door. Brilliant day shopping - with only a minimal amount of Stopping Evil Things Doing Evil Stuff - and a pretty gift for her mum on top. This was the life!
No, wait. Stop. She was... She was standing by the console, and had to reach out to steady herself, as if she'd just been leaning into someone... It was like her arms were full of emptiness and why was she almost crying and... She looked around, deeply disturbed, and then her heart jumped into her throat as she saw the Doctor, passed out on the jumpseats.
"Doctor!" she called, dropping the bezoolium on the console and rushing forwards. "Doctor! Are you OK?"
He startled awake as she shook him, staring at her wide-eyed, and then pulled a face as if he was tasting something unpleasant.
"Rose - what happened?"
"I don't know - there was... I don't remember. But then I saw you lying there..."
He sat up, shook his head.
"Odd sort of taste in my mouth. And my head's..." he bent his neck this way and that, and her eyes narrowed.
"Hold on, this wouldn't have anything to do with that thing you insisted on trying at that market stall, even though you said it might be mildly poisonous?"
That earned her a very guilty look.
"Weeeell, that's quite a conclusion to leap to. Hang on-"
He jumped up, checked the controls, and raised an eyebrow.
"Hit a temporal pocket, I think. Just a little kink in the space-time continuum, nothing major, but it'd have messed with our heads just a touch."
He suddenly turned concerned, scrutinising her carefully.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah I'm fine," she said, smiling reassuringly, because she was. Fine, that is. ‘Course she was... Why wouldn't she be?
However, that night she had the strangest dream. She was at a party - a Christmas party, with lots of aliens and dancing and fun... And then in the middle of everything, Cybermen turned up. But as everyone ran away screaming, a curly haired woman in a slinky dress and killer heels stepped into the fray with an enormous gun in her hands, and proceeded to destroy the Cybermen with great glee.
She almost told the Doctor about the dream, but somehow she could never find the right moment. (It was hard to justify how the woman was really cool, when Rose knew how much the Doctor hated guns...) And then it was too late.
Several years later when her team handed her their new gun - huge and black and quite, quite gratuitous - she almost gasped as she recognised it.
Instead she smiled grimly and simply said: "It's perfect".
Takes place immediately post-Time Crash Mark II (The Shippy Version) (and makes no sense without it!)
Summary: What happened afterwards.
Word count: 440 words approx.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: None.
Bezoolium clutched in her hand, Rose happily skipped into the TARDIS as the Doctor held open the door. Brilliant day shopping - with only a minimal amount of Stopping Evil Things Doing Evil Stuff - and a pretty gift for her mum on top. This was the life!
No, wait. Stop. She was... She was standing by the console, and had to reach out to steady herself, as if she'd just been leaning into someone... It was like her arms were full of emptiness and why was she almost crying and... She looked around, deeply disturbed, and then her heart jumped into her throat as she saw the Doctor, passed out on the jumpseats.
"Doctor!" she called, dropping the bezoolium on the console and rushing forwards. "Doctor! Are you OK?"
He startled awake as she shook him, staring at her wide-eyed, and then pulled a face as if he was tasting something unpleasant.
"Rose - what happened?"
"I don't know - there was... I don't remember. But then I saw you lying there..."
He sat up, shook his head.
"Odd sort of taste in my mouth. And my head's..." he bent his neck this way and that, and her eyes narrowed.
"Hold on, this wouldn't have anything to do with that thing you insisted on trying at that market stall, even though you said it might be mildly poisonous?"
That earned her a very guilty look.
"Weeeell, that's quite a conclusion to leap to. Hang on-"
He jumped up, checked the controls, and raised an eyebrow.
"Hit a temporal pocket, I think. Just a little kink in the space-time continuum, nothing major, but it'd have messed with our heads just a touch."
He suddenly turned concerned, scrutinising her carefully.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah I'm fine," she said, smiling reassuringly, because she was. Fine, that is. ‘Course she was... Why wouldn't she be?
However, that night she had the strangest dream. She was at a party - a Christmas party, with lots of aliens and dancing and fun... And then in the middle of everything, Cybermen turned up. But as everyone ran away screaming, a curly haired woman in a slinky dress and killer heels stepped into the fray with an enormous gun in her hands, and proceeded to destroy the Cybermen with great glee.
She almost told the Doctor about the dream, but somehow she could never find the right moment. (It was hard to justify how the woman was really cool, when Rose knew how much the Doctor hated guns...) And then it was too late.
Several years later when her team handed her their new gun - huge and black and quite, quite gratuitous - she almost gasped as she recognised it.
Instead she smiled grimly and simply said: "It's perfect".