There's not much to say about me, except that writing is my stress release. Currently that involves lots of Doctor/Rose. Huge thanks to the lovely Vannadear for making my amazing icon for me!
Oh adding this for reasons. This is not a spoiler free blog. I try and tag but I'm not perfect.
Everyone is selfish in this story.
The Doctor for hiding.
Rose for not telling Liam and John about one another.
Liam and John for both wanting Rose to themselves.
I love that they are all a little selfish and that they each have their own agendas.
Here’s the deal, Liam is supposed to be a real person. Someone who is fallible and sometimes inappropriate about when he talks about things, so what if he timing was off. He’s not perfect but he’s wonderful. For four years, he and Rose were together making a life and in the year spent apart, she never really gave him any indication that she wanted to move on with someone else. Of course he’s upset that she’s not wearing her ring or that the guy that she was in love with and that his god mother adores is back in the picture. He’s threatened by John/the Doctor and he’s marking his territory. It’s no different than the threats that Doctor gave Liam in that flashback.
As for what happened between Liam and his ex-wife, you won’t blame him one bit when you find out what happened between them. Gemma is not the nicest of people.
Dark shadows loomed over the water, cast by the wraiths flying above the surface, searching the depths for their prey. The burning was becoming too much for her to handle, her panic increasing for each second that passed, and she grabbed the Doctor’s arm to make him understand that she couldn’t last much longer.
With furrowed brow and a strained smile he seemed to tell her to please hold on, just a little bit longer, and she nodded and slid her hand down to his, twining their fingers; however, soon her body screamed at her to kick toward the surface and she didn’t care about the wraiths anymore— she would gladly give up her freedom if she could only have some bloody oxygen!
She’d barely finished the thought when she felt the Doctor pinch her nose, cover her mouth with his and breathe a few, short, gorgeous breaths into her, keeping their mouths connected until they were safe to rise to the surface. As soon as she felt fresh air hit her face, she sucked in a few greedy gulps and rested against his chest as he swam on his back, holding her afloat and bringing them back to the shore.
But it was entirely necessary. :-)
And things are going to get worse before they get better but they will get better.
THANKS!!! This was probably the one I was the most nervous about.
They’ve already talked it through and, although he’s not sure he deserves it, he knows he’s forgiven—but he wants to do this for them either way, wants to give them a few days of carefree fun in 1950s New York; therefore, after dressing up to fit the era, they hit the town and stay for days: sitting in the studio audience of a game show or two; catching a ball game; eating far too many hot dogs; and seeing Frank Sinatra at the Paramount Theater.
Sitting on a bench in Central Park watching Rose beat Mickey in a game of chess, the Doctor muses over how smoothly everything has gone—landing in the right country and time, and not run into any trouble whatsoever—when he notices someone in need of help and springs up from his seat to assist a loud redhead, who’s trying to get away from a man holding her in a tight grip; however, he’s only taken a few steps forward when the redhead breaks free and rushes up to him, ignoring the man demanding her to just leave it be.
She places a hand on the Doctor’s cheek, smiling at him, eyes watering as she says, “Once upon a time, a young girl met an old man and, against all odds, they became the best of friends. The best. And one day, when the old man was feeling so very blue, he opened up to the girl and told her about the one who got away—even showed her some photos. And you’d think that what’s happened has happened, and that that’s all there is to it, but the old man also taught the girl that time can be re-written. And now the girl’s an old woman who’s had a whole life with the man she loves and she knows, she knows… So, promise me something, Raggedy Man—’cause I just want you to be happy and I’m sure everything else will sort itself, ‘cause it always does—promise me that when the time comes, and you have to close the void, stop being an idiot and secure yourself and her to those bloody magna-clamps and make sure she doesn’t fall. Just promise. Cross your hearts.”
He nods and draws his fingers over his chest, and she laughs through her tears, flings her arms around his neck and gives him a tight hug before running off.
Later that night, when they return to the TARDIS and he curls up next to Rose in her bed—on top of the covers, not under them—and stays with her as she falls asleep, he draws crosses over his chest once more, determined to keep his promise.