Derivations of Nowhere by Shayna



Summary: A series of drabbles, focusing mostly on the Doctor and Rose, but also branching out. Definite Doctor/Rose ship.
Rating: All Ages
Categories: Tenth Doctor
Characters: Rose Tyler, The Doctor (10th)
Genres: Drabble, Het
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2009.01.29
Updated: 2009.02.02


Index

Chapter 1: A Whisper
Chapter 2: Yellow
Chapter 3: See You Soon
Chapter 4: Murder
Chapter 5: Brothers and Sisters
Chapter 6: Postcards from Far Away
Chapter 7: Lost?
Chapter 8: Hallelujah
Chapter 9: In My Place
Chapter 10: Swallowed in the Sea
Chapter 11: Twisted Logic
Chapter 12: Shiver
Chapter 13: A Whisper, II
Chapter 14: Crest of Waves
Chapter 15: Daylight
Chapter 16: Careful Where You Stand
Chapter 17: Lost?
Chapter 18: Sparks


Chapter 1: A Whisper

Author's Notes: A drabble series of 100, 200, or 300 words. This is cross-posted on fanfiction.net under Shayna Maidel.


They whispered, sometimes. His past selves came out from the shadowy corners of his mind, whispering things. Saying, ‘she isn’t worth it’, and, ‘you have to stop now’. They all said it, all except for number nine–and he knew why. Nine had been just as smitten as he was now. It was just that Nine had been better at hiding it.

He didn’t pay attention to them. They didn’t whisper ‘We told you so,’ as he stood, ear pressed against a white wall, listening for someone who wasn’t there. But they didn’t need to say anything. He knew already.

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Chapter 2: Yellow

Author's Notes: By the way, chapter titles are taken from the titles of Coldplay songs. They're my inspiration.


He didn’t know why he had come back.

There seemed to be no real reason, when he had first thought about it. The man clinging to her knees needed her. Of course, when he had returned, the man had been standing.
And when someone needed her, the Doctor later realized, she wouldn’t let them down by any means.

The lamplight hit her yellow hair, illuminated her face, which shone with the want for adventure. The Doctor knew that look well. But, the man with her didn’t want her to go, he wanted her to stay.

The Doctor needed her more.

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Chapter 3: See You Soon

“See you soon,” she waves’, as she steps out the TARDIS doors. Her duffle bag is on her shoulder, and she’s smiling. I’m leaning on the TARDIS control center nonchalantly. I have mastered nonchalant around her.

I miss her when she isn’t around, though now she’s going to see her mum. And Rassilon knows her mum makes me nervous enough that she picked up on it. She suggested that I stay here this time.

When she leaves, I turn to dive into the mess of wires that is the TARDIS systems. I need something to fix until she gets back.

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Chapter 4: Murder

Rose curses Captain Jack Harkness, every time she sees him. Oh, she loves Jack, he is one of the best friends she has out in this wide universe. But Rose does not appreciate being interrupted. Especially when dancing that one time with the Doctor.

No matter how many awkward, life-threatening situations the Doctor and herself get themselves into, each time, their lives had been spared. Usually, a celebratory hug was given. And that was it.

That one time that something changed from their usual pattern of get into trouble, survive, and hug…they were interrupted.

She was going to kill Jack.

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Chapter 5: Brothers and Sisters

Author's Notes: I have mixed feelings about this one.


She didn’t stop functioning. She didn’t abandon the life her family and Mickey had provided her with here. She looked the same as ever, a little thinner, maybe. Perhaps she was little more determined, a little less hopeful, a little more jaded. It was only visible in her hollow eyes.

No one really noticed, but Mickey, he did. And he had tried to talk to her. Tried to pull her out of herself. Because no one, other than the Doctor, knew Rose better than he did. Jackie didn’t understand, because she didn’t want to. Mickey, he did. He wasn’t enough.

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Chapter 6: Postcards from Far Away

Author's Notes: The slightly self-indulgent Post-Doomsday fic.


Sometimes, she can’t sleep at night. She misses the quiet hum that was the TARDIS. It was always there, a slow, steady murmur that let her sleep peacefully, despite the horrors she had faced with the Doctor . And him being there made all the difference. Having someone who had faced more than you had gave a comforting feeling, one that told you that all was not lost.

She had tried to simulate that hum before. She tried playing music before going to sleep, and humming under her breath. Nothing could replace the comforting sound.

Sometimes, she can’t sleep at night.

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Chapter 7: Lost?

He’d always try and leave the TARDIS before she did. It was a habit of his, something to reassure him and his insecurities. It didn’t happen all the time, but often enough for him to feel safer, in the knowledge that he wouldn’t watch her leave him, willingly or unwillingly.

The thing was, she might leave someday. Oh, she had promised–didn’t they all? Rose was the first companion he might actually semi-believe, though. He knew it was impossible. She didn’t have forever; and really, neither did he. He was closer to it, though. And what a lonely forever it was.

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Chapter 8: Hallelujah

He had so little time to say goodbye. He had managed, of course. However, even a sun couldn’t power this miniscule crack between universes for so long. He had wanted to make this goodbye last forever; because if they couldn’t have it, they needed as close as possible.

The temptation was there–to say to hell with it, to give up trying, to lose himself in her embrace, to bring her back and live. Even if it would only be a little while before the universes folded down on themselves and they said goodbye again; but he couldn’t. No, he wouldn’t.

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Chapter 9: In My Place

‘The problem with the TARDIS,' he reflected bitterly, ‘is that it doesn’t hide alternate timelines.' The Doctor wandered around his ship, hands in his pockets, with only his thoughts for company. Rose was gone. All he could see were the shadows of what could have been. All that was, all that is, and all the could be.

It was torture, because had he done one tiny thing different; she had laughed, or he had run, then maybe none of this would have happened. It was too late, now. The Doctor wasn’t supposed to regret. But he did; oh, he did.

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Chapter 10: Swallowed in the Sea

And her hand slipped, and the lever locked, and all she could focus on was his eyes. She was screaming, she knew, but it wasn’t a conscious decision. She felt engulfed by The Void. The place of nothing, where she would die, where her body would float. Would it float, in nothing? Would it just cease to exist? Either way, she wouldn’t be with him anymore.

A flash of light, arms around her waist, and for one golden, pure moment, she thought he had rescued her once again. Like he always did. She had hoped. But then, she knew better.

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Chapter 11: Twisted Logic

Author's Notes: Not too thrilled with this one either.


“Why don’t you go back?”

“Where?”

“Gallifrey.”

“It’s impossible.”

“Oh.”

“Gallifrey is… was… a fixed point in time. Time flows, back and forth, around and about. Gallifrey was an anchor, time passed but didn’t double back. Once it was gone it doesn’t exist anywhere else. One of a kind.”

“Okay.”

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Chapter 12: Shiver

Author's Notes: In which The Doctor makes up for Rose's twisted ankle. Finally.



“Woah.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“The Hydroxyl Glaciers are some of the biggest in this galaxy. They throw light when the sun is at it’s highest.”

“Why?”

“It acts as a prism. Light gets separated and refracted off of the flat planes, and there you go, lots of color light.”

“Oh.”

“Look, the sun is just moving into position.”

“Oh my God…”

“It is rather awe inspiring.

“No kidding.”

“Don’t look directly at the glaciers. The glare isn’t pleasant.”

“Thanks for taking me here.”

“Don’t mention it. This is one of my favorite places to go. ”

“I can see why.”

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Chapter 13: A Whisper, II

Author's Notes: A sort-of parallel to A Whisper, I.


They whispered, sometimes. His past selves came out from the shadowy corners of his mind, whispering things. Saying, ‘she isn’t worth it’, and, ‘you have to stop now’. They all said it, all except for number nine–and he knew why. Nine had been just as smitten as he was now. It was just that nine had been better at hiding it.

He didn’t pay attention to them. They didn’t whisper ‘We told you so,’ as he stood, ear pressed against a white wall, listening for someone who wasn’t there. But they didn’t need to say anything. He knew already.

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Chapter 14: Crest of Waves

He took her to Women Wept. He enjoyed watching her amazement, taking in the planet just as she did with any planet he took her to. This planet was uninhabited. She appeared delighted as the waves freeze over as night fell.

“The water temperature was already near freezing. All it took to freeze was a little temperature drop,” Rose said.

“Is it safe?”

“Yep.” He grinned, and practically dragged her onto the ice. She started slipping. He caught her, smiling down at her. “Watch your step.”

“You barely gave me a warning!”

“I caught you, didn’t I?”

He always did.

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Chapter 15: Daylight

Author's Notes: A 200 word drabble, one of my favorites.



He could see them. They were lines and twists and turn of time, outlining millions of possibilities. They were just shadows in his sight, barely there. He could block them, if he bothered. He was used to it by now. It was after she was gone that they became nearly unbearable. Shadows of her, of what could have been. Shadows of them entwined, or simply laughing; shadows of children, less common but still painfully there.

They were the worst in the TARDIS. There they were, shadows of him chasing her, of laughter and tickling and joke sharing. Sometimes, he stared hungrily at their shadows, wishing they were less corporeal. Losing himself in the possibilities. The shadows were could haves, what ifs, maybes, and all impossible; at least in this universe. Maybe there was another universe where she wasn’t trapped, stuck where she didn’t want to be, with a man who wasn’t him and never could be.

Perhaps there was one where he had gotten around to telling her, to kissing her, touching her like he wanted. He wanted to be there, with her. Until that day came, he would just have to see it out until daylight and remember her.

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Chapter 16: Careful Where You Stand

“Don’t stand there…” the Doctor shouted from below the deck of the TARDIS.

Rose looked up to see a drop of something about to fall from the ceiling. She stepped back. “Is the TARDIS leaking or something?” she asked confusedly.

The Doctor nodded. “She needs an oil change.”

“Like a car.” Rose’s tone was amused.

The Doctor climbed out of the grate. “Yes, like a car, though I would appreciate it if you didn’t compare the sentient ship with a primitive piece of metal,” he said, glaring.

Rose rolled her eyes with a smile. Men and their cars, eh, ships.

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Chapter 17: Lost?

He’d always try and leave the TARDIS before she did. It was a habit of his, something to reassure him and his insecurities. It didn’t happen all the time, but often enough for him to feel safer with the knowledge that he wouldn’t watch her leave him, willingly or unwillingly.

The thing was, she might leave someday. Oh, she had promised–didn’t they all? Rose was the first companion he might actually half believe, though. He knew it was impossible. She didn’t have forever. And really, neither did he. He was closer to it, though. But what a lonely forever it was.

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Chapter 18: Sparks

Author's Notes: Heh. A plot bunny bit me. I ended up with this...


This was it. He was definitely confused. The blasted thing was just not working. He had tried everything. Nothing would get the daft thing to sleep. He had re-wired half of it, gone through countless programs, even temporarily hooked it up into the Galaxy Wide Web and the Universe Wide Web, searching for the key to understanding it. Even though she said she really didn’t want it up on the Galaxy Wide Web, the World Wide Web was good enough for her, thanks.

He set the computer down with a sigh. It was true; Windows Vista had stumped The Doctor.

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