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.
It started over spilt milk, of all things.
Rose was frazzled, the kitchen a disaster. Ever since Henry had quit after two weeks Rose had been manning most of the cooking by herself, since they hadn’t had any applicants. She had been carrying out a large order and knocked over a milk jug, telling Martha that she would take care of it after she delivered the meal; after apologizing for the wait she was back in the kitchen, groaning slightly as she bent over, her seven-month baby bump not conducive to bending over.
The Doctor had rushed in seconds later, immediately hauling Rose up and fussing that she should be resting; Roes had batted his hands away and returned to the stove top, declaring that as soon as things were under control she would happily return to the office.
He had frowned, but let her work, joining her at the oven as they worked together to get the kitchen caught up to the demands of the visitors. It wasn’t until the last order had gone out that Rose had said she feeling a little dizzy, and the next thing she knew she was waking up in bed.
Confused, she saw John in the living room through the open door, on the phone with someone. She carefully got up and padded to him, but as soon as he saw her he hung up. “Rose, you need to lay down,” he said firmly and began directing her back to bed.
"I’m fine!" She insisted, digging in her heels; they ended up spinning in place as he pulled her one way and she twisted to go the other. "The diner needs help and you’re already short staffed. I can pull my own weight."
He narrowed his eyes. “Rose, your blood pressure is dangerously low, and Grace told me that you knew about this last week when you went in for your check up. You were told to stay on bed rest!”
Rose glared. “I’m not staying at home while you need me! Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean-“
"That’s precisely why!" The Doctor argued back. "Rose, you aren’t your normal self because of the baby! Your limits are different now. Ever since you almost miscarried-"
"Don’t blame that on me!" Rose shouted.
"I’m not!" He replied. "I know that, Rose! But you aren’t invincible and that baby needs you right now. Grace told you to stay in bed because you might lose the baby if you get stressed!"
Rose tore herself from his arms and stomped towards the door. “I’m not an invalid, and the baby is fine!”
"Don’t you dare take one step out that door!" He shouted, and Rose was so surprised at hearing her mild-mannered husband raise her voice that she stopped and looked at him in shock. For the first time she realized how pale he was. "Rose, you passed out today in the kitchen. If I hadn’t caught you you would have hit your head on the counter, giving you a concussion or worse. You haven’t been eating well, your blood pressure is in the danger zone, and if you don’t stop throwing up your meals you’ll have to hospitalized. I know you’re trying to help, but keep this up and things will just get worse. I can’t… Rose, I could lose you, you and the baby both."
Rose crumpled, leaning into him as the tears began to flow. “I feel so useless!” She sobbed. “I almost lost the baby, John! I can’t help you at the diner, I can’t keep our baby safe, I can’t even control my own body to keep the baby healthy. I just want to do something right!”
He led her to their bed and laid her down, pulling her to him as soon as he was situated. “Oh, Rose. You aren’t useless. You’ve done so much for me already- you’ve single handedly saved the diner and made my life worth so much more. And right now, right now you’re giving me- giving us- the chance to have a family, together. Taking it easy isn’t being useless. You aren’t failing anyone by admitting that you aren’t feeling well.”
She sniffed, trying to control her tears. “I’m scared,” she whispered.
"I am too, Rose. When I saw you collapse I was terrified that I was about to lose you and the baby. Thankfully Martha was able to calm me down and help me get you to the car." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Please. Do what Grace said. I won’t think any less of you."
Rose concentrated on breathing, and he was thinking she was asleep when she finally spoke. “Will you go with me to the next check-up?”
He smiled. “I promise I’ll be there, even if I’m six orders behind and up to my neck in frying oil. I’m here for you now, Rose. You aren’t in this alone.”
She merely snuggled closer and took his hand in hers, their wedding bands catching the fading light from the windows.
holy shit Whomouse! Is there more?!??!?!
Sequel to Life as a Circular Paradox
Catch up on the Series HERE
This is Amy. I’m probably out having an amazing adventure and can’t answer my phone right now. Leave a message after the beep and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.
"Amy, it’s Mum," Rose said, her fingers curling and uncurling nervously. "Just wanted to let you know that Dad and I are here, whenever you’re ready. Love you." She rang off and let her mobile fall onto the sofa next to her.
Rose understood that Amy was hurting, grieving, and needed her space, but Rose missed her daughter too. In the six months since they had dropped Melody off with Hannah, Amy had been distant. Well, she’d been distant with Rose and the Doctor. Amy had been in regular contact with Jenny and Sabrina. For the first few months, they had continued with Saturday night dinners at Tony and Trisha’s.
However, Amy had confessed to Tony that it was just too hard to be around EJ or Jamie right now. Dinners had ended shortly after that. And since then, the family had felt fragmented.
A hand caressed Rose’s shoulder. She didn’t even have to turn to know it was the Doctor. A single tear slid down Rose’s cheek. What had happened… it was horrific and she didn’t know how to ease her own pain, let alone that of her children. It was like her husband’s death all over again only this time she didn’t have Jack to snap her out of it.
No, Jack was dealing with his own pain and guilt after the incident with the 456. Not to mention helping Melody with her transition. Rose felt utterly helpless.
"Let’s go somewhere," she said finally.
He squeezed her shoulder. “Where do you want to go?”
Standing up, she walked around the sofa and let him envelope her in his arms. “I think I’m in the mood to save some people and topple some tyrants.”
The Doctor pressed a kiss into her temple. “If that’s what you need. I’m sure I can manage to stir up some trouble.”
A brisk wind ruffled Rory’s hair. The cold never really bothered him; now however he almost seemed to embrace it. Maybe he felt like it tempered his anguish just enough that he didn’t do something foolhardy. It’s probably why he’d been spending the vast majority of his time on planets that were so cold and isolated they didn’t support sentient life. But it was the quiet that he needed to think, to plan the next steps.
He’d been a teenager when he had figured out the River was a Time Lady. She had told him explicitly that she wasn’t his sister. At that time they hadn’t learned that Jenny was still alive, so Rory had assumed that she was his daughter. None of the explanations he’d come up with as to why River had ended up traveling backwards in their time stream had come anywhere near the horrific nature of the truth.
Suddenly someone pushed him from behind and he whipped around, ready to yell at the offender. Instead of some rude adult, he saw a little girl about twelve with red hair carrying a small silver tube. She was dressed as Lizzie, the character in Amy’s books that she had based on herself. Behind the little girl was a young boy, obviously pretending to be Robbie, the character based on Rory himself. Almost everyone, men, women and children, were dressed as characters from the book series.
"Sorry mister," the little girl said sheepishly. "I was so excited that I didn’t look where I was going. It’s the last Professor Who novel and Dad camped out for a week to get us tickets to the only book reading that Amelia Pond is doing." The little girl bounced on the balls of her feet. "I hope she’s as nice in person as she is in those interviews on telly."
Rory smiled. “Amy Pond is the most brilliant, amazing woman I have ever met. That’s why I married her.” The little girl’s eyes widened in shock and he winked.
First chapter of the new story is going up tonight. Please stay tuned.