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04 April 2010 @ 04:17 am
Fic: ‘A desperate wish.’  
Title: A desperate wish.
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During Doomsday, just after Rose is separated from the Doctor.
Summary: She wishes everything were nothing more than a dream.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

I don’t know why I started writing this. I simply ... did.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of the BBC; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


His lips pressed to hers, her own parted. Her arms wrapped around him. He was surprised; she could feel it in how tense his body was to hers. Her fingers wrapped in his hair, her eyes were closed. His were too.

Suddenly, she drew back ...

... and up. Her heart thundered in her chest and she struggled to catch her breath. She remembered the kiss. Remembered what happened next, with the nurses and the people. She remembered Cassandra. Chip was there, too, tucked away. She remembered.



Her hand strayed to her lips and she bit back the sobs that threatened to come up. She couldn’t ... she just. Couldn’t. Live. Without. Him.

She’d loved travelling with him. All those places, all those people, all those alien species, all the adventures. Oh. God. Those adventures.

She’d joined Torchwood but it wasn’t enough. It was nothing like being in the TARDIS; the closest she came was in her dreams. And that’s all that had been: a dream. That remembered kiss had been all a dream that she was doomed to remember forever, never to touch him again to know he was there and real. Never to be in the TARDIS again.

She stared into the dark of her bedroom. These dreams were happening every night and there was no escape from them. She wished she could accept her life here except she’d made a promise. She was going to travel with him forever and instead, she was stuck here, unable to travel to where he was and he was probably lonely. He’d gotten used to travelling with her and she with him.

She fell back on the pillow. Would the memories ever go away? Would she ever live a normal life?

She covered her eyes. She didn’t want normal. She didn’t want to be here when she would prefer to be there.

“It was all a dream,” she whispered. “Nothin’ more than a dream.”

It had become her mantra since they’d been parted. Its meaning had changed; she used to mean this life she was now living but, slowly, it had become the other.

“Nothin’ more than a dream,” she desperately murmured and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. “Please be all a dream.”
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on April 4th, 2010 07:14 am (UTC)
OOh boy. This is much better than the TV returning actually. Though it does make me wonder how other companions who were dumped dealt with it. Most of them left, but I'm thinking ones like Sarah-Jane, or even Captain Jack when it comes down to it.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on April 4th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
It might be interesting to explore that one day.
angel_of_the_doctorangel_of_doctor on April 8th, 2010 08:15 pm (UTC)
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on April 9th, 2010 04:18 am (UTC)
Thank you very much!
angel_of_the_doctorangel_of_doctor on April 9th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
No problem at all.