Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with youau: the doctor finds his way back to rose, but she’s become evil
“You can’t change things. You can’t go back in - oh, wait.” She laughs, and it hurts. Because it’s not the carefree laugh he remembers, the one that used to remind him of bells. This one is weighted with the time of their parting, of her new history.“I could. Do you want me to?” He wouldn’t. He can’t. No, but — he looks at her eyes and yes. He would.
“No. No, you don’t get to do that. You, Doctor,” and she spits his name with so much venom it makes his veins ache, “don’t get to fix this. You need to learn that not even you can make up for lost time.”
Spin me some sad story
Sell me some excuse
To help me understand the things you do
‘Cause the way you treat your lovers
Well I just can’t relate
Well where’d you learn to shoot your gun so straight?
Theme Party Challenge #4: Random Quote
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
-Marilyn Ferguson
au meme - rockstars (as written by allison and jamie in their epic au, gallifrey records)
Rose wasn’t initially sure what to make of the offer.
Everybody knew the Doctor, had listened to his music at some point in their lives, tucked up in their bedrooms and pouring over the lyrics insert. Everybody had a favorite album, too. They were never titled, only distinguishable by what he was wearing on the cover.
Her mum’s friends always talked about the Scarf Album or the Cricket Album, but Rose liked his newer stuff, the Leather Album and the Suit Album, even the Cravat Album (though she’d gotten into that one out of order).
So when he’d called her — and her — not her mum, actually called Rose, and invited her to be the opening act for his newest tour, it was kind of a heavy moment.
“I don’t deal with mums and I don’t deal with managers, and I certainly don’t deal with mum-managers,” he said. “You decide if you’d like to come along.”
Rose remembered the long silence down the line before he’d finally said, “I will say, I’d love you to come,” and then he’d hung up.
au meme - doctor + rose; international spies based on guns and horses by momentmusical
There isn’t much leg room between the seat and the pachinko machine. For as famously polite and hospitable as the Japanese are, they just don’t design things to comfortably accommodate men his height. He’s already gotten a lot of attention for it, which basically goes against the number one code of being a spy; of keeping a low profile. But he doesn’t much care, because yes, he is one of those employees who place sightseeing first, espionage second. He wonders if she’d approve (probably not). He wonders if she’s had the time to go to Nara Park, if she’s had a chance to get ambushed by tame deer.
He wonders if she’s busy after this.
“You know, I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed this,” he says, feet propped up against the coin slots. If he jiggles his left foot, the entire thing lights up and makes pinging noises. She hog-ties his ankles together to put an end to that lovely distraction when she has to take an important call. “When was the last time we’ve spent this much quality time together?” He rolls his head back, as if just for the pleasure of looking upon her face. “Was it the Manhattan job? Toronto? Or that fair night we spent in Berlin, vaulting over the Brandenburg Gates?”
“Wrong.” She leans over and taps him affectionately on the nose with the butt of her gun, “Florence, three months ago. And don’t even think about suggesting that I’ve been keeping track, because I don’t much fancy cleaning brains out of a pinball machine.” Smirking, she slides away, humming tunelessly as she sashays over to the main office. There are files strewn everywhere, and a brimming ashtray acting as a precarious paperweight. She makes a face and empties the cigarette butts into the wastepaper basket before returning to the perusal of the man’s papers.
Meanwhile, he glows against his bindings. “Ah, that’s right! Silly me, how could I have forgotten? The lost chapter to the Decameron at the Museo di Firenze, locked up all snug in that pressure sensitive, eighteen digit glyph-encrypted vault.” A wistful sigh. “You were wearing that fetching red frock of yours, with your hair down.”
“Just for you, darling,” she calls from under the desk, over the clicking of the vault lock.
