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Earth by stillxmyxheart [Reviews - 4]  Author's Notes: Sequel to "Fire". | |
He's taking them somewhere; he won't tell her where, but she trusts him. It will be the first time she's left the TARDIS since he saved her almost a month ago.
She still hasn't said a word and she's not sure why, only that she feels she is not yet ready to speak. It has not been a problem. He can always seem to read her thoughts, her emotions, and know exactly what she needs.
She watches him dance around the console, pulling levers and pushing buttons and giving it the occasional whack with the mallet.
She has missed him more than she'll ever be able to tell him. She's missed watching him work the TARDIS, missed seeing him pop up from under the console, sonic screwdriver in his teeth as he pulls himself out. Missed sitting beside him on the jumpseat when the TARDIS has shifted into her night mode, holding hands and enjoying the silence. Lying in bed together, his arms tight around her, making her feel so safe.
She has it all back now and yet is still afraid of losing it again.
There still remains the mystery of how she alone is left after the destruction of the parallel world, a question she has seen in his eyes but something he only put a voice to last night. It is not something she knows the answer to and she wonders to herself if she even wants to know. She is alive and they are together and that's all she cares about.
The TARDIS lands with a bump, jarring Rose from her thoughts and she grips the edge of the seat, bracing herself.
He smiles at her now and stands in front of her, asking if she's ready.
She nods a little hesitantly and he moves aside to allow her room to slide off the seat.
She walks to the doors and he is there beside her, comforting in his sheer presence. She takes a breath and then opens the door, stepping out of the TARDIS.
He follows her out and watches her as she just stands and stares for a moment.
She is almost overwhelmed by the vibrant blues and greens, the shining city before her, the cars and ships flying overhead.
It is exactly as she remembers and yet it is somehow new.
She closes her eyes against her tears and the Doctor looks at her, anxious and curious. For the first time he does not know what she is thinking.
She turns to him, opening her eyes. She inhales deeply and smiles softly.
"Apple grass," she murmurs, and simply looks at him. He smiles and nods.
"Apple grass," he agrees, and takes her hand.
It isn't much. But it's a start.
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