Gold: Bad Wolf by elioclya_d

Summary: Set during Parting of the Ways. Rose is gone. The TARDIS is gone. And soon the whole world will be gone.
Rating: All Ages
Categories: Ninth Doctor
Characters: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler, The Doctor (9th), The TARDIS
Genres: Introspection
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: Colours
Published: 2007.08.15
Updated: 2007.08.15

Gold: Bad Wolf by elioclya_d
Chapter 1: Gold: Bad Wolf
Author's Notes:

Rose is gone.

The beautiful pink presence that's been part of his mind for so long has been destroyed, and without it he's paralysed.

Jack's strong red is still there of course, but that too has been weakened by the loss, and for the first time in a long time he's fully aware of the swirling grey in his mind.

He lets them lead him away, put him in a cell, and he sits in brooding silence.


Rose is gone, but there's still things to do. He moves on automatic, strengthened slightly by the red which tries to keep him safe, tries to make sure he doesn't have to do anything, doesn't have to think.

Then suddenly the red flares in his mind, flares with hope and joy and other things that don't seem like they should exist right now.

When Jack tells him about the transmat, it takes a while to hit home.

Then the silver explodes into life once more.

Rose is alive.


The colours are entwined again, revelling in the sheer joy of being reunited.

But it can't last.

He can't let it last.

Because if it lasts any longer, all of the colours will be extinguished. The darkness will become absolute, because he knows the Earth cannot be saved.

And nor can he.

But someone has to survive.

Rose has to survive.


The pink is gone.

The pink which woke him from the darkness, which brought him back to life, which showed him the joy of living.

But he has no more living to do.

She must do it for him.

The pink is gone.

And so is the bright circle around his mind which has been there for so long.

The circle which has been his constant companion, his comforter and greatest critic.

She will die without him.

But he can do nothing else.

Rose is gone.

The TARDIS is gone.

And soon the whole world will be gone.


The red is gone, gone forever, and there is only darkness.

Despair is all that he has left.

Grey, swirling despair.

Soon that will be gone too.


The colours are so bright it hurts.

Pink and gold, burning together with terrible power, reaching out and pulling the silver towards them, irresistible.

The red flares into life once more without warning.

The darkness retreats.

He pulls the gold into himself and releases it, relaxing joyfully into the familiar encircling of his mind as the heart of the TARDIS retreats and resumes its everyday form.

The colours no longer burn, but the pink is still tinged with gold.

It is beautiful.

It will always be beautiful.

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