Doctor Who
15 April 2006
For Miss Katelynne, Rose and The Doctor
The Morbath of Gesular welcomed the Doctor back with cries of happiness and welcoming arms. Lots and lots of welcoming arms.
Rose blinked at their reception committee, and the bright sunlight. “Doctor?”
“Aren’t they fantastic?” His smile was broad as the ocean. Rather like the Morbaths’ arms.
She ventured again, “How do you know them?”
“Oh,
that’s an interesting story,” he said, locking the TARDIS door. “They
had a short life span thanks to radiation exposure. Lots of,” and here
his voice lowered, “mutations.”
Rose gulped.
“I helped them stabilize the genome some time back. Really, everyone should wear sunscreen.”
12 June 2006
For Elishavah, Nine, with Rose after they dropped Adam off
The TARDIS console beeps and Rose exhales. She's rather glad Adam is gone. The money-grubber.
The
Doctor frowns at a display, his shoulders straight beneath his leather
jacket. Rose feels grungy, soiled by the alien overlord of Satellite
Five.
"Is there a bathtub aboard?" Rose demands. She's been making do with showers for too long.
The
Doctor replies, absently, "Oh yes. Close to the cloister bell, as I
recall. Although where that is," he trails off, shifts a control,
stares back down.
Rose waits, jittering. "Well? Where?" Her voice almost whines, but he looks up, smiles.
"Shall we go searching?"
For Miss Pamela, Nine or Ten
He was so different now, changed beyond the external. New body, new face, new hair, ("New teeth!" he crowed in memory)
yet the unseen haunted Rose. She'd always felt safe with the old him.
Protected. Like he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her, even when
they faced Slitheen threatening invasion or nanobots gone awry and
survival seemed impossible.
He always came through, always saved them. And he still
saved them, but she missed the intangible force of his old personality,
the surety that the universe would warp to his specifications, even as
he smiled goofily and tried charm first.
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