Night 8
Another day, another night. I’m surprised that i’m even able to write. It has been a very taxing first week. I don’t know how I’m going to manage. I feel like I’m going to drop dead within the next few days. With my luck, though, I’ll probably end up here for months. However, I refuse to think about that. That would imply that I don’t trust that the Doctor will come for me. After all, if he starts to take too long,I’ll just take matters into my own hands, yeah?
Anyway, about today...It started off fairly regular (which is relative, I know), I was transmatted to the washroom, emptied the contents of my stomach on the floor, was drenched in cold water, etc. Just like the first day I got here. Same with being taken to the lab next. Today, however, they were conducting tests concerning my DNA. They wanted to see how it differed from the rest of Earth’s population.
They said that I had something in my DNA that was abnormal. A mutation. They also detected some kind of energy, radiation, or both that was not supposed to be there. I figure it had to do with travelling with the doctor. I didn’t tell them that, though. Actually, come to think about it, I have yet to say anything along the lines of “You’ll pay for this!” or “Just wait ‘till the Doctor get’s here! You’ll be sorry!” It’s actually rather weird. But anyway, where was I? Right, weird energy radiation thingies.
So there I was, strapped to the examination table (which is just as cold, every time), and I could see the monitors of the machines analysing my DNA. I could only make out certain parts of it, but it somehow looked different from the models we see in school.
I heard them talking to each other, and apparently, I did not show very many of the traits induced by the mutations, but were I to be regressed to a fetus, I would grow developing these traits. They couldn’t tell, however, if my gametes has been affected by the mutation. In other words, they didn’t know if I had the ability to pass them on.
Either way, they’ve been keeping a closer eye on me than normal since, and it’s starting to get a bit unnerving. The enclosure they put me in is full of one-sided windows. It’s like a zoo. No, not LIKE, it IS a zoo. And it’s unnerving. But anyway, I should probably finish my account of the first few days. I made it through the first, but I figure it’d be good to record the second.
The second day found me in pain. After all, I DID get an ID number SEARED into my skin, thank you very much. So that thing had blistered, and it looked infected, and it was oozing some weird fluid, and it was DISGUSTING. So they whisked me away to the lab, strapped me to the table (again), and then poked and prodded at it to figure out what was wrong.
They confirmed that it was infected, so they teared off the scab that had partially formed above it, and then rubbed it, rubbed it with a disinfectant. It stung. A lot. And I screamed and was blinded with pain. Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, then they stuck about a half-dozen needles filled with antibiotics straight into the infected areas. I wanted to die. I can still feel those needles of death, and the searing agony they brought.
Well anyway, after that...
The doctor walked around the examination table, taking in Rose’s appearance. “Hmm, time to finish the preliminary testing. We need to know where we’re starting from.” she said, and Vrelre hummed in agreement.
“I think we ought to schedule the surgery for oh, about thirty days from now, yes? Or is that still too soon?” Jiaa asked.
“Given her current state of health, I suggest we wait until day 50 to begin the surgery. That way we have time for all the preliminary testing procedures and the lab results to be returned to us.”
“Hmm, yes, I suppose you’re right. The lab technicians always take far longer than they ought to...they will undoubtedly lose a sample or a measurement, and then things will have to be redone...and by that time theta 010-0 will have different measurements anyway. So yes, we will wait until day 50.”
“Very well, doctor. I will set the appointment. Will you be conducting it yourself, or delegating?”
“Depends, Vrelre. Perhaps if you have passed the necessary trials, you will be able to assist, or even do the majority on your own. Otherwise, I will be conducting the procedure in it’s entirety.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Anyway, as for this one. It needs to be moved back to it’s holding cell. Also, am I right in thinking that the analysis of its blood should be completed no later than eight days from now?”
“Yes ma’am, that is correct.”
“Very well, I also need you to schedule a screening in the near future, as well as an incubation chamber for the duration of twenty days. Have the fluid extractions be at the same time. That should be all. Now deal with the subject still strapped to the table...”
And that’s pretty much all that happened the second day. Not too terrible, if I do say so myself. Sometimes I can convince myself that I’m just having a checkup with my doctor back in London. Then, of course, the pain reminds me I’m not.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
FF: 1001 Nights: Ch. 2
Night 6
I feel like it’s probably a good idea to document what happened the first few nights here. Well, before getting the journal, that is. At least it would provide some sort of catharsis, I think.
The first thing I can remember feeling was the cold. The all-consuming cold. Mechanical and slightly damp. I remember keeping my eyes shut, unwilling to let go of that beautiful dream, that dream of him--but it wasn’t a dream. Not even close.
Rose Tyler blushed from head to toe as she remembered what she and the Doctor had been doing prior to having been taken from him. But in case she had wanted to doubt herself, the sticky residue between her thighs was confirmation enough.
Eventually, as the cold cleared her mind, she realized that she’d have to open her eyes at some point, and so she did. She was in a tiny room, so small that if she were to try to lie down fully, she would not be able to extend herself fully.
The walls were made of metal, a cold grey color. The floor was a bit different, though. It felt as hard a metal, but was marginally warmer and a tiny bit spongy...almost organic feeling. There was a hole in the floor off to one side, and the floor itself seemed to slope downwards to meet it. It was about the diameter of her hand, perhaps a bit bigger, but not at all large enough to fit through.
As Rose tried to stand, she felt a wave of nausea overtake her, and she expelled the contents of her stomach into the hole. Her eyes grew watery and she could feel the acid burning her nose, which only made her eyes sting even more. The retching noises she could hear herself make only made her sicker, and she clutched at her roiling stomach as her nose dripped, only to meet the bile that dribbled from her chin.
Having been transmatted to this room had left her terribly nauseated and each new wave only left her feeling sicker than before. After a while, however, she began to dry heave once there was nothing left in her stomach.
She wiped at her face with the back of her hand in a futile attempt to clean herself up, but she could still taste the acid in her mouth, and the thought repulsed her. Such thoughts were soon gone from her mind, however, as a frigid water rained from above her.
She hadn’t had the chance to look up, and when she did, she saw water spouts coming from the ceiling. The water held no warmth whatsoever and held the bittersweet smell of chemicals. The smell was overpowering, and only upset Rose’s stomach further as she crouched on the ground, still naked, as the water divested her of any warmth she might have previously had.
The water left as quickly as it had come, leaving her wet and shivering on the floor. Then air began to circulate around her, growing faster and harder as it picked up speed. It was as if a giant invisible fan had been aimed right at her. The air itself was not cold, but the evaporation of the water on her made it feel like icy shards piercing her skin.
When she was dry, she saw herself be consumed by a blue-green glow that surrounded her. Then she felt the familiar feeling of the transmat.
She landed in a cage. There was no other way to put it. It was a cage. It was also in what appeared to be a laboratory. There were odd machines and mechanisms lined up against the walls, with an examination table in the middle. There was no doubt as to who it was meant for.
The walls were much brighter, a glowing white. The room also seemed much less organic, and was even colder than the last room she had been in.
Instinctively, Rose curled in on herself, shielding herself from the cold, and trying to preserve her modesty. This would soon prove to be pointless, as her captors entered the room. They weren’t quite human, but almost humanoid in appearance, and clearly female. They had four arms, very slim and skeletal but clearly dexterous. Their heads were also slightly elongated, and the features of their skulls were far more pronounced. Cheekbones and mandibles were especially prominent, and their oddly shaped foreheads were mostly hidden by the sapphire hair that tumbled to their shoulders, plaited for efficiency. However, their ears poked through, revealing them to be elongated, raised at about a 60-degree angle to their shoulders, and reaching past their heads.
Wide hips were apparently also a necessity to support their upper bodies, and their feet, although covered in shoes, were wider and a bit longer than a human’s. They all wore clinical-looking tunics that hugged their thin frames and complimented their near-translucent white skin and eyes that matched their hair.
Rose was in awe, for they were beautiful creatures, in a surreal sense, at least. However, as soon as one opened its mouth and hissed, revealing rows of thin, razor-sharp teeth, they did not seem as beautiful.
They wasted no time in extracting her from her cage and securing her to the examination table. The cold made Rose yelp in shock as she thrashed about. One, who was wearing a white tunic, stood holding something akin to a clipboard, giving instructions to the other, who wore a dingy grey tunic.
The one in grey procured a large needle, which she proceeded to stick in Rose’s arm rather forcefully. Unfortunately, Rose was very dehydrated, which meant that her blood vessels were contracted and extremely hard to find. So the alien wriggled the needle around in Rose’s arm as she winced painfully.
Finally, when the vessel had been found, the needle was connected to several tubes and bags of fluid. The alien filled several test tubes with blood and placed them on a tray. Then she injected something into the IV which made Rose’s muscles relax, as well as effectively paralysing her. She was still fully conscious, however, when they began taking tissue samples.
The alien grabbed a scalpel-looking device that she used to slice into Rose’s skin. One sample taken from her forearm, one from her inner thigh. One from the sole of her foot, and one from just under her rib. Her screams echoed around the room.
She was given a few moments respite as the alien stored and labeled the samples. However, once she was done, she returned to Rose with several terrible-looking devices. She injected a serum into her bloodstream, making Rose lose consciousness.
However, once she came to, she realized she had a terrible headache. Her head was pounding, and she was having trouble concentrating on anything. The light hurt her eyes and made her wish she could just curl back up into a ball of unconsciousness.
“Hmm, the subject seems to be awake now. It’s time to see if the implant was successful. Of course, it would have been less messy had humans managed to evolve to the point where they had bigger brains. However, I daresay we’re getting better. This one lived! Which can’t be said for the first few groups....”
Rose looked up at them and gaped like a fish. “I...I can understand you...” she stammered, completely perplexed.
The alien who had spoken, the one in white nodded, “Yes. You can. Of course, we’ve always been able to understand you, not that you can say anything worth hearing, mind, but nonetheless. You’ll notice that our mouths don’t quite match the words we speak, for we would never lower ourselves to actually speak your language. Primitive and all...”
Rose glared indignantly. “Well, you know there are more than one language on Earth. Do you speak any of them? Or all they all too far beneath you?”
“Oh don’t be preposterous, they’re all but dialects of each other. You lot really aren’t all that imaginative. They all sound the same, and they all borrow words and phrases from each other. It’s disgusting.”
“Oi, I could say the same for you lot!”
“Now, now, there’s no need to be tetchy. It’s really quite rude.”
The one on grey, who had been silent during the entire exchange took a step forward and spoke rather timidly, “Actually, Doctor, a certain level of irritability is to be expected. The swelling is bound to cause pain, or at least enough discomfort to lower the subject’s threshold for patience. I think she’s coping quite well, all things considered...”
“Vrelre! Silence! You know better than to speak out of turn! Do not think that this clear and obvious insubordination will go unnoticed.”
Vrelre stepped back, her head bowed. Rose watched the exchange with as much interest as was possible for one who had a splitting headache-bordering-on-migraine. “Alright, so let me get this straight...” she began, “you over there, your name is Vrelre, yes?” She nodded. “Okay, so then who’re you, miss High-and-Mighty-Doctor-Lady?”
The alien in white hissed at Rose in irritation, “My name is Jiaa. You are not welcome to use it. You will not address me, and if you do, you will use “doctor” and nothing else, Test Subject Theta 010-1.”
“Rose. My name is Rose. And you’d do well to remember it. You lot are barmy if you expect me to start responding to numbers!”
“Oh not only do we expect it, we know you will. It’s only a matter of time. After all, among all our test subjects do you really think you’re the only ‘Rose’? We’d call out your name and dozens would turn around! It’s inefficient and impractical. So no.”
Rose gaped at the doctor as she realized the implications of the statement. There were more. More humans. Somehow, that did nothing to comfort her.
The doctor laughed, and moved Rose to a different sort of examination table. This one had her spread-eagled and still firmly restrained. The doctor summoned Vrelre, who injected something else into Rose’s bloodstream which cleared her headache. “We need accurate results” she whispered when Rose gave her a puzzled look.
Machines whirred to life as they began monitoring Rose’s life signs. There was a monitor dedicated specifically to recording the magnitude of pain that she felt. Which again, did nothing to reassure her.
When the doctor extracted a long stylus, which was connected to another machine, Rose began to squirm uncomfortably, and noticed that the paralysis had worn off. The doctor turned a few dials, and the tip of the stylus glowed a terrible red. The data was off the charts as the tip was pressed to the inside of her forearm. White-hot pain coursed through her body and did not stop as the doctor began to burn her identification number into her skin.
Rose could smell her own skin burning, and it made her stomach cry out in protest...but there was nothing she could do. She tried to thrash about, but was held securely still by her restraints. She could feel each number, the theta symbol, the dash, being burned into her flesh. Marking her forever.
Absently, she knew the doctor was talking, but could only make out a few words, “...burning so deeply...not even dermal regeneration...no way to remove...never had one scream as much...pass out from pain...strong, this one...must be broken...”
I feel like it’s probably a good idea to document what happened the first few nights here. Well, before getting the journal, that is. At least it would provide some sort of catharsis, I think.
The first thing I can remember feeling was the cold. The all-consuming cold. Mechanical and slightly damp. I remember keeping my eyes shut, unwilling to let go of that beautiful dream, that dream of him--but it wasn’t a dream. Not even close.
Rose Tyler blushed from head to toe as she remembered what she and the Doctor had been doing prior to having been taken from him. But in case she had wanted to doubt herself, the sticky residue between her thighs was confirmation enough.
Eventually, as the cold cleared her mind, she realized that she’d have to open her eyes at some point, and so she did. She was in a tiny room, so small that if she were to try to lie down fully, she would not be able to extend herself fully.
The walls were made of metal, a cold grey color. The floor was a bit different, though. It felt as hard a metal, but was marginally warmer and a tiny bit spongy...almost organic feeling. There was a hole in the floor off to one side, and the floor itself seemed to slope downwards to meet it. It was about the diameter of her hand, perhaps a bit bigger, but not at all large enough to fit through.
As Rose tried to stand, she felt a wave of nausea overtake her, and she expelled the contents of her stomach into the hole. Her eyes grew watery and she could feel the acid burning her nose, which only made her eyes sting even more. The retching noises she could hear herself make only made her sicker, and she clutched at her roiling stomach as her nose dripped, only to meet the bile that dribbled from her chin.
Having been transmatted to this room had left her terribly nauseated and each new wave only left her feeling sicker than before. After a while, however, she began to dry heave once there was nothing left in her stomach.
She wiped at her face with the back of her hand in a futile attempt to clean herself up, but she could still taste the acid in her mouth, and the thought repulsed her. Such thoughts were soon gone from her mind, however, as a frigid water rained from above her.
She hadn’t had the chance to look up, and when she did, she saw water spouts coming from the ceiling. The water held no warmth whatsoever and held the bittersweet smell of chemicals. The smell was overpowering, and only upset Rose’s stomach further as she crouched on the ground, still naked, as the water divested her of any warmth she might have previously had.
The water left as quickly as it had come, leaving her wet and shivering on the floor. Then air began to circulate around her, growing faster and harder as it picked up speed. It was as if a giant invisible fan had been aimed right at her. The air itself was not cold, but the evaporation of the water on her made it feel like icy shards piercing her skin.
When she was dry, she saw herself be consumed by a blue-green glow that surrounded her. Then she felt the familiar feeling of the transmat.
She landed in a cage. There was no other way to put it. It was a cage. It was also in what appeared to be a laboratory. There were odd machines and mechanisms lined up against the walls, with an examination table in the middle. There was no doubt as to who it was meant for.
The walls were much brighter, a glowing white. The room also seemed much less organic, and was even colder than the last room she had been in.
Instinctively, Rose curled in on herself, shielding herself from the cold, and trying to preserve her modesty. This would soon prove to be pointless, as her captors entered the room. They weren’t quite human, but almost humanoid in appearance, and clearly female. They had four arms, very slim and skeletal but clearly dexterous. Their heads were also slightly elongated, and the features of their skulls were far more pronounced. Cheekbones and mandibles were especially prominent, and their oddly shaped foreheads were mostly hidden by the sapphire hair that tumbled to their shoulders, plaited for efficiency. However, their ears poked through, revealing them to be elongated, raised at about a 60-degree angle to their shoulders, and reaching past their heads.
Wide hips were apparently also a necessity to support their upper bodies, and their feet, although covered in shoes, were wider and a bit longer than a human’s. They all wore clinical-looking tunics that hugged their thin frames and complimented their near-translucent white skin and eyes that matched their hair.
Rose was in awe, for they were beautiful creatures, in a surreal sense, at least. However, as soon as one opened its mouth and hissed, revealing rows of thin, razor-sharp teeth, they did not seem as beautiful.
They wasted no time in extracting her from her cage and securing her to the examination table. The cold made Rose yelp in shock as she thrashed about. One, who was wearing a white tunic, stood holding something akin to a clipboard, giving instructions to the other, who wore a dingy grey tunic.
The one in grey procured a large needle, which she proceeded to stick in Rose’s arm rather forcefully. Unfortunately, Rose was very dehydrated, which meant that her blood vessels were contracted and extremely hard to find. So the alien wriggled the needle around in Rose’s arm as she winced painfully.
Finally, when the vessel had been found, the needle was connected to several tubes and bags of fluid. The alien filled several test tubes with blood and placed them on a tray. Then she injected something into the IV which made Rose’s muscles relax, as well as effectively paralysing her. She was still fully conscious, however, when they began taking tissue samples.
The alien grabbed a scalpel-looking device that she used to slice into Rose’s skin. One sample taken from her forearm, one from her inner thigh. One from the sole of her foot, and one from just under her rib. Her screams echoed around the room.
She was given a few moments respite as the alien stored and labeled the samples. However, once she was done, she returned to Rose with several terrible-looking devices. She injected a serum into her bloodstream, making Rose lose consciousness.
However, once she came to, she realized she had a terrible headache. Her head was pounding, and she was having trouble concentrating on anything. The light hurt her eyes and made her wish she could just curl back up into a ball of unconsciousness.
“Hmm, the subject seems to be awake now. It’s time to see if the implant was successful. Of course, it would have been less messy had humans managed to evolve to the point where they had bigger brains. However, I daresay we’re getting better. This one lived! Which can’t be said for the first few groups....”
Rose looked up at them and gaped like a fish. “I...I can understand you...” she stammered, completely perplexed.
The alien who had spoken, the one in white nodded, “Yes. You can. Of course, we’ve always been able to understand you, not that you can say anything worth hearing, mind, but nonetheless. You’ll notice that our mouths don’t quite match the words we speak, for we would never lower ourselves to actually speak your language. Primitive and all...”
Rose glared indignantly. “Well, you know there are more than one language on Earth. Do you speak any of them? Or all they all too far beneath you?”
“Oh don’t be preposterous, they’re all but dialects of each other. You lot really aren’t all that imaginative. They all sound the same, and they all borrow words and phrases from each other. It’s disgusting.”
“Oi, I could say the same for you lot!”
“Now, now, there’s no need to be tetchy. It’s really quite rude.”
The one on grey, who had been silent during the entire exchange took a step forward and spoke rather timidly, “Actually, Doctor, a certain level of irritability is to be expected. The swelling is bound to cause pain, or at least enough discomfort to lower the subject’s threshold for patience. I think she’s coping quite well, all things considered...”
“Vrelre! Silence! You know better than to speak out of turn! Do not think that this clear and obvious insubordination will go unnoticed.”
Vrelre stepped back, her head bowed. Rose watched the exchange with as much interest as was possible for one who had a splitting headache-bordering-on-migraine. “Alright, so let me get this straight...” she began, “you over there, your name is Vrelre, yes?” She nodded. “Okay, so then who’re you, miss High-and-Mighty-Doctor-Lady?”
The alien in white hissed at Rose in irritation, “My name is Jiaa. You are not welcome to use it. You will not address me, and if you do, you will use “doctor” and nothing else, Test Subject Theta 010-1.”
“Rose. My name is Rose. And you’d do well to remember it. You lot are barmy if you expect me to start responding to numbers!”
“Oh not only do we expect it, we know you will. It’s only a matter of time. After all, among all our test subjects do you really think you’re the only ‘Rose’? We’d call out your name and dozens would turn around! It’s inefficient and impractical. So no.”
Rose gaped at the doctor as she realized the implications of the statement. There were more. More humans. Somehow, that did nothing to comfort her.
The doctor laughed, and moved Rose to a different sort of examination table. This one had her spread-eagled and still firmly restrained. The doctor summoned Vrelre, who injected something else into Rose’s bloodstream which cleared her headache. “We need accurate results” she whispered when Rose gave her a puzzled look.
Machines whirred to life as they began monitoring Rose’s life signs. There was a monitor dedicated specifically to recording the magnitude of pain that she felt. Which again, did nothing to reassure her.
When the doctor extracted a long stylus, which was connected to another machine, Rose began to squirm uncomfortably, and noticed that the paralysis had worn off. The doctor turned a few dials, and the tip of the stylus glowed a terrible red. The data was off the charts as the tip was pressed to the inside of her forearm. White-hot pain coursed through her body and did not stop as the doctor began to burn her identification number into her skin.
Rose could smell her own skin burning, and it made her stomach cry out in protest...but there was nothing she could do. She tried to thrash about, but was held securely still by her restraints. She could feel each number, the theta symbol, the dash, being burned into her flesh. Marking her forever.
Absently, she knew the doctor was talking, but could only make out a few words, “...burning so deeply...not even dermal regeneration...no way to remove...never had one scream as much...pass out from pain...strong, this one...must be broken...”
FF: 1001 Nights Ch.1
Night 3...I think...It might be 4...
They’ve given me a journal, although I still don’t get why. They said it was so that they could monitor my thoughts as I progressed from one experiment to the next. Others said it was so that they could keep my mental health intact for as long as they saw fit. I’m supposed to write in it every day, whether I have something to say or not. I guess it’s just another way to be controlled.
Either way, I’m having trouble deciding whether or not to be grateful. In a sense, it helps, so I don’t have to resort to talking to myself, but it’s bittersweet, really. It’s been implied that these journals are going to be read at some point, probably at the end of the experiments.
I suppose I really don’t care too much about it. I mean, it’s not like we’re afforded any privacy anyway. There are about 250 of us, by the way. Supposedly about one from every country. This “batch” of 250 is referred to as “Group Theta,” which makes me wonder if there are groups of 250 for every letter of the Greek alphabet. The thought makes me shudder.
They gave us all numbers, too. Mine is Theta-010-0. The number after the dash has something to do with rank, which make a lot of sense. We are zero. Nothing. Not even worthy of a name.
Since I’m 010, I was the tenth taken to form the Theta group. Yay for me. I feel sooooo special. I think that captivity has increased my capacity for sarcasm...hmm, the Doctor would probably just be amused by my snarkiness. The Doctor. No, mustn’t think of him...it’s too dangerous, even now. Just one thought of him, just the mention of his name could send me spiraling off into territory I dare not tread.
It’s too late, though. It's a moot point. I’m always thinking about him, even when I know I shouldn't. I keep wondering how long it’ll take for him to find me. Will he ever find me? I know that regardless of whether he does or not, he’s going to blame himself, and the thought alone makes me sick to my stomach.
Of all things that we’ve been through, though, this is least his fault. We weren’t on some strange planet in some different era. We were on Earth. In the TARDIS. There is absolutely nothing for him to feel guilty over. It makes me sad, though, that I know he won't see it that way.
They’ve given me a journal, although I still don’t get why. They said it was so that they could monitor my thoughts as I progressed from one experiment to the next. Others said it was so that they could keep my mental health intact for as long as they saw fit. I’m supposed to write in it every day, whether I have something to say or not. I guess it’s just another way to be controlled.
Either way, I’m having trouble deciding whether or not to be grateful. In a sense, it helps, so I don’t have to resort to talking to myself, but it’s bittersweet, really. It’s been implied that these journals are going to be read at some point, probably at the end of the experiments.
I suppose I really don’t care too much about it. I mean, it’s not like we’re afforded any privacy anyway. There are about 250 of us, by the way. Supposedly about one from every country. This “batch” of 250 is referred to as “Group Theta,” which makes me wonder if there are groups of 250 for every letter of the Greek alphabet. The thought makes me shudder.
They gave us all numbers, too. Mine is Theta-010-0. The number after the dash has something to do with rank, which make a lot of sense. We are zero. Nothing. Not even worthy of a name.
Since I’m 010, I was the tenth taken to form the Theta group. Yay for me. I feel sooooo special. I think that captivity has increased my capacity for sarcasm...hmm, the Doctor would probably just be amused by my snarkiness. The Doctor. No, mustn’t think of him...it’s too dangerous, even now. Just one thought of him, just the mention of his name could send me spiraling off into territory I dare not tread.
It’s too late, though. It's a moot point. I’m always thinking about him, even when I know I shouldn't. I keep wondering how long it’ll take for him to find me. Will he ever find me? I know that regardless of whether he does or not, he’s going to blame himself, and the thought alone makes me sick to my stomach.
Of all things that we’ve been through, though, this is least his fault. We weren’t on some strange planet in some different era. We were on Earth. In the TARDIS. There is absolutely nothing for him to feel guilty over. It makes me sad, though, that I know he won't see it that way.
FF: Don't Let Go
Rose was panicking, and rightfully so. She watched in horror as the lever was slowly slipping, and the breach was threatening to close. It would be disastrous if the breach were to close with Daleks and Cybermen still on this side. For the sake of humanity, she knew what she had to do, and she tried her hardest not to make eye contact with the Doctor. She knew that if she did, he’d see her intentions reflected in her eyes. She didn’t want him to try and stop her, but she knew that he would as soon as he realized what she was about to do.What am I kidding myself? I’m sure he already knows. He knows me better than anyone. She thought to herself.
Nevertheless, she prepared to let go, knowing that she would only get one shot at this. She worked on angling her body so that she would be in the best position to grab hold of that lever. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying for a miracle, and then she let go.
It seemed like an eternity that she was sucked backwards into the void. So long that she began to wonder if she had miscalculated and missed the lever completely. She could hear the Doctor yelling in the background, but she couldn’t make out the individual words. To be honest, she probably wouldn’t like what he had to say, not to mention the fact that it was very distracting as she was trying to find that damn lever. Where was it?!
She twisted herself around, and saw the lever coming hurtling straight towards her face. Or rather, her face was hurtling towards the lever. She lowered her hands to grasp it, but not before it hit her square in the face.Owwww… she thought, That’s really gonna hurt when I have time to think about it…
She pushed thoughts of what the Doctor might say out of her head as she grasped the lever. She concentrated all her efforts on pushing the damn thing back up, but it wouldn’t budge. She realized that she would have to find a way to gain some sort of leverage, so she tried to force the lower half of her body down. It was not an easy task, as her legs kept getting sucked out from under her, but somehow, she managed to reach the floor. As soon as she felt the tips of her shoes hit the ground, she pushed against the lever with all her might, but it still refused to move. She felt the muscles in her arms and legs straining, trying to find purchase where there was none. Slowly, she inched the lever back to its upright and locked position, nearly crying with relief as the computer confirmed that it was locked.
Now all she had to do was hold on.
She grasped the textured surface of the handle with all her might as she felt the force of the breach increase. Everything and anything containing Void matter was being sucked in much faster and with much more force. She shut her eyes and focused completely on keeping her grip, but her entire body was thrashing about in the wind, making it near impossible to hold on. Still, she held on, and even as she felt one hand slip, she forced it back up, ignoring her screaming muscles. She had the distinct feeling that she was running purely on adrenaline now, and even that was quickly being depleted.
Rose could still hear the Doctor yelling at her, he’d never stopped, but the voice that had been first tinged with terror and desperation, was now starting to show traces of irritation as she continued to refuse to meet his eyes. She obligingly opened her eyes and dragged them up to meet his, and she was struck by the depths of emotion she found within them.
He yelled at her not to let go, to keep holding on, just for a bit longer. It was almost over, he said. He urged her to be strong, praised her for her endurance, begged her not to give up. She had never seen such fear in his eyes as she did then. The fear and sorrow and regret and desperation was all she could see as his eyes consumed hers. However, as time dragged on, and seconds became eternities, strength she had not had to begin with began to leave her. Despite the furious commands she was issuing to her arms, her hands, they began to release the pressure with which they had once clutched the lever.
Her left hand was the first to rebel, as the first few fingers lost purchase. They slowly uncurled, and her hand was ripped from the lever, and thrown to the breach. Her right held on, but she knew the time she had left was slowly dwindling. Ironic, that. Travelling with a Time Lord, when in the end, she still had not had enough time. She looked up at him again.
She could see that he was hurting and terrified. He screamed her name in horror, telling her not to let go. She smiled sadly at him, and wished that she had told him. She wished that she had told him how she felt about him. She tried to tell herself that it was because they were running, always running towards the next adventure, but in her heart, she knew that she was a coward. She was afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same way, but now she realized what a mistake that had been.
By now, she was barely gripping the edge of the lever, and it wouldn’t be long before she was sucked into the void. Silent tears ran down her face, and she bowed her head for a moment before looking back at the Doctor. She was stunned by the look of agony on his face, and she tried to smile reassuringly, but somehow knew that her own pain was clearly evident on her face. Smiling one last time,
She let go.
She closed her eyes, and tried not to think about her own death too much as she was dragged backwards. She could hear the noise and the wind lessen, and she figured that it made sense, now that she wasn’t fighting it. She could feel herself being righted by the force of the suction, and she knew that she had only fractions of a second before she met what would become her new home. She tried to relax, tried not to let the agony show on her face. If nothing else, she could try to make his last memory of her, not of her face contorted in pain and sorrow, but of calm.
However, the last thing she felt was something very solid coming into contact with the back of her head, and then the world turned black.
“Rose? Rose! Can you hear me? Rose!”
She could hear a voice calling to her, and it sounded vaguely familiar, but she just couldn't place it.
“Rose! Wake up, please wake up! Rose!!”
Honestly? Couldn’t whoever was calling her see that she was trying to sleep? She bloody well didn’t want to wake up. The Doctor was gone…or rather, she was gone from him. Although it really didn’t matter, did it? Wait. The Doctor. The Doctor!
Her eyes flashed open, and she shot up into a sitting position. There were a few things that she noticed. 1. She was soooo sore. 2. Her nose seemed to be running profusely, and it was throbbing painfully. 3. Why on earth was it so bright in the void?!
Bringing a hand to her face and ignoring the delighted yells around her, she noticed that her nose was actually bleeding, probably more than it should have been. Speaking of which, she thought, why am I not dead? Or is this some sort of afterlife? God I hope not, I don’t want to have to deal with injuries in the afterlife…
“You might want to take it easy…You have a concussion, and sitting up like that won’t make it feel any better…”
Ugh, that voice again…same one that woke me up. WHY did I wake up again?
“Although, if you were in a hospital it really wouldn't matter. Speaking of which, we should probably get you medical help. You have a badly broken nose and a concussion. Although I already said that bit about the concussion. It was pretty bad, you were going really fast when you hit that wall, I’m actually rather surprised you didn’t receive any neural damage…or maybe you did, I should probably check for that. Oh, and you’re also fortunate not to have snapped your neck, I was worried about that too for a second. Until I realized that you were fine. Weeelll, not fine, fine. But all things considered, you know?”
“Hey, how about you shut your gob, just for a sec’, yeah?” she said before the voice could continue. She groaned, and rubbed the back of her head, feeling the massive bump from the concussion.
She took a moment to survey her surroundings, now that her eyes had adjusted to the light. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw where she was. She hadn’t moved. She was still in Torchwood, and she was most certainly NOT in the void. Which meant….
“Doctor…?” she said tentatively, turning towards the voice-that-would-not-quit.
“I’m here, Rose.” he said, swallowing a bit nervously.
Seeing his sheepish expression caused her to grin widely, throwing her arms around his neck. He held her, rubbing soothing circles into her back and she cried tears of relief.
“I thought I had lost you…” he whispered softly into her hair.
“I know, Doctor. I know…And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for letting go and practically throwing myself into the void…”
“I know you are, Rose. But luckily everything that was supposed to go into the void, went into the void, so it closed before you could go through. Hence your concussion. Speaking of which...” he said, disengaging from her, and instead picking her up. “You need that taken care of.”
“Where are we going?”
“The TARDIS. Plenty of medical equipment there!” he said, grinning at her. They walked back to the TARDIS, and the Doctor kept talking to Rose, trying to keep her conscious. He carried her to the medical bay and began to scan her for additional injuries.
“Right then, that ought to take care of your nose. Broke it, you know. You’re probably going to be sore for a few days, over-exertion and all that. Your concussions should be okay too, I was right! No neural damage!” he exclaimed. “That was pretty close, it was. Nearly died, you know. Sucked into the Void and all that, but you made it Rose! You made it! So where would you like to go? Hmm? We could finally go to Barcelona, the planet or city, whichever you prefer. Or Perhaps the jungle planet of Shreha? They have coconuts the size of houses! Weeelll, they’re not really called coconuts. And they’re purple. But they taste like coconuts. Kind of…” He trailed off, noticing that she wasn’t listening. She was just staring at him, her eyes wide and tear-filled.
“Doctor…” she began, “I…I thought…I thought…” But as the tears began to pour from her eyes, the Doctor rushed to her side, holding her against him. He whispered soothingly to her as she sobbed against him. If she had been paying attention, she would have felt the drops of moisture that fell on the top of her head, but she was so shaken she could think of nothing besides the fact that she had nearly lost him.
“Shhh Rose, I know. I know. It’s all over now…” he whispered to her.
“B-But Doctor…I…I was so scared…I was scared that-“
“I know…”
“No, let me finish. Please…” she said, looking up at him with a tear-stained face. “I thought that I’d never see you again. I thought I’d lost my chance…”
“Your chance? Your chance for what?”
“To tell you, Doctor…” She drew a deep, albeit shaky breath and steeled herself for what came next. She had to tell him. There was simply no way she’d let him go without having told him. It could be her last chance, and she simply refused to have it.
“Doctor…I love you.” she said, dropping her eyes shyly. She heard the Doctor’s sharp intake of breath as he stepped away from her marginally. He held her at arm’s distance as he raised her chin until she met his gaze. A wide grin spread across his face and he bent his head to capture her lips in his.
All the apprehension she had felt left her as his mouth plundered hers. He was gentle, but insistent. Firm, but yielding. He was the Doctor, and he was everything. All of time and all of space. Enduring and strong, and still more human than he’d ever believe. He was her world, and she was his.
And as her hands wound around his back and untucked his shirt and sought the skin that lay beneath, he whispered “bedroom” against her lips, and she pressed herself against him in acquiescence. She wound her legs around his waist and he lifted her off of the examination table, carrying her through the TARDIS, all the way to his bedroom, where he promptly deposited them both on the bed.
They made love hurriedly, clinging to each other desperately, wanting it to last, but unable to wait. Clothes strewn about the room, throwing caution to the wind. They couldn't care less what it would mean for their friendship, refused to think how different things might become. Somewhere in the back of their minds they knew that there were more pressing matters to attend to, the aftermath of having Daleks and Cybermen rampaging across the world, but they were caught up in each other.
Time stopped with them at the eye of the storm, and in the eyes of the Oncoming Storm, Rose saw only love reflected in them, and she clung to him even stronger. Matching his frenzied passion, exceeding it at times, only to have him meet her in turn. And as they neared the end, he showed her the stars, as he’d always done. Supernovas burst behind their eyes, and he knew he had to tell her. She had told him, and she deserved to know, he owed her that much. But he couldn’t think. His wonderful mind, the mind that never stopped was brought to a screeching halt as they came together. They cried out, but clung to each other ever stronger.
As he collapsed on top of her, she held him to her, unwilling to let it end. “Rose…” he said weakly.
“Yes, Doctor?”
He lifted his face to hers. “I should have told you long ago, and I’m sorry I never did. I can’t bear for you to be taken from me without knowing how I feel about you…”
He knew it was now or never, and swallowing thickly, he began. “Rose Tyler…I-“ She gazed up at him in complete adoration, love filling her eyes as she waited. But before he could finish, Rose began to glow. A blue light surrounded her, and her eyes slowly drifted shut. “Rose? Rose! Answer me! Wake up! What’s happening?” He scrambled off of her, searching for his coat, digging through his pockets. He found his Sonic Screwdriver and scanned her with it, yelling for her, even as she began to dematerialize.
“Rose!! Rose don’t…don’t leave…don’t leave me…” he said brokenly. As she disappeared completely, he dropped to his knees, running his fingers through his hair, even as tears ran down his face.
“I love you…”
Story continued in the sequel: 1001 Nights
This story is also available at: Don't Let Go
Nevertheless, she prepared to let go, knowing that she would only get one shot at this. She worked on angling her body so that she would be in the best position to grab hold of that lever. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying for a miracle, and then she let go.
It seemed like an eternity that she was sucked backwards into the void. So long that she began to wonder if she had miscalculated and missed the lever completely. She could hear the Doctor yelling in the background, but she couldn’t make out the individual words. To be honest, she probably wouldn’t like what he had to say, not to mention the fact that it was very distracting as she was trying to find that damn lever. Where was it?!
She twisted herself around, and saw the lever coming hurtling straight towards her face. Or rather, her face was hurtling towards the lever. She lowered her hands to grasp it, but not before it hit her square in the face.Owwww… she thought, That’s really gonna hurt when I have time to think about it…
She pushed thoughts of what the Doctor might say out of her head as she grasped the lever. She concentrated all her efforts on pushing the damn thing back up, but it wouldn’t budge. She realized that she would have to find a way to gain some sort of leverage, so she tried to force the lower half of her body down. It was not an easy task, as her legs kept getting sucked out from under her, but somehow, she managed to reach the floor. As soon as she felt the tips of her shoes hit the ground, she pushed against the lever with all her might, but it still refused to move. She felt the muscles in her arms and legs straining, trying to find purchase where there was none. Slowly, she inched the lever back to its upright and locked position, nearly crying with relief as the computer confirmed that it was locked.
Now all she had to do was hold on.
She grasped the textured surface of the handle with all her might as she felt the force of the breach increase. Everything and anything containing Void matter was being sucked in much faster and with much more force. She shut her eyes and focused completely on keeping her grip, but her entire body was thrashing about in the wind, making it near impossible to hold on. Still, she held on, and even as she felt one hand slip, she forced it back up, ignoring her screaming muscles. She had the distinct feeling that she was running purely on adrenaline now, and even that was quickly being depleted.
Rose could still hear the Doctor yelling at her, he’d never stopped, but the voice that had been first tinged with terror and desperation, was now starting to show traces of irritation as she continued to refuse to meet his eyes. She obligingly opened her eyes and dragged them up to meet his, and she was struck by the depths of emotion she found within them.
He yelled at her not to let go, to keep holding on, just for a bit longer. It was almost over, he said. He urged her to be strong, praised her for her endurance, begged her not to give up. She had never seen such fear in his eyes as she did then. The fear and sorrow and regret and desperation was all she could see as his eyes consumed hers. However, as time dragged on, and seconds became eternities, strength she had not had to begin with began to leave her. Despite the furious commands she was issuing to her arms, her hands, they began to release the pressure with which they had once clutched the lever.
Her left hand was the first to rebel, as the first few fingers lost purchase. They slowly uncurled, and her hand was ripped from the lever, and thrown to the breach. Her right held on, but she knew the time she had left was slowly dwindling. Ironic, that. Travelling with a Time Lord, when in the end, she still had not had enough time. She looked up at him again.
She could see that he was hurting and terrified. He screamed her name in horror, telling her not to let go. She smiled sadly at him, and wished that she had told him. She wished that she had told him how she felt about him. She tried to tell herself that it was because they were running, always running towards the next adventure, but in her heart, she knew that she was a coward. She was afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same way, but now she realized what a mistake that had been.
By now, she was barely gripping the edge of the lever, and it wouldn’t be long before she was sucked into the void. Silent tears ran down her face, and she bowed her head for a moment before looking back at the Doctor. She was stunned by the look of agony on his face, and she tried to smile reassuringly, but somehow knew that her own pain was clearly evident on her face. Smiling one last time,
She let go.
She closed her eyes, and tried not to think about her own death too much as she was dragged backwards. She could hear the noise and the wind lessen, and she figured that it made sense, now that she wasn’t fighting it. She could feel herself being righted by the force of the suction, and she knew that she had only fractions of a second before she met what would become her new home. She tried to relax, tried not to let the agony show on her face. If nothing else, she could try to make his last memory of her, not of her face contorted in pain and sorrow, but of calm.
However, the last thing she felt was something very solid coming into contact with the back of her head, and then the world turned black.
“Rose? Rose! Can you hear me? Rose!”
She could hear a voice calling to her, and it sounded vaguely familiar, but she just couldn't place it.
“Rose! Wake up, please wake up! Rose!!”
Honestly? Couldn’t whoever was calling her see that she was trying to sleep? She bloody well didn’t want to wake up. The Doctor was gone…or rather, she was gone from him. Although it really didn’t matter, did it? Wait. The Doctor. The Doctor!
Her eyes flashed open, and she shot up into a sitting position. There were a few things that she noticed. 1. She was soooo sore. 2. Her nose seemed to be running profusely, and it was throbbing painfully. 3. Why on earth was it so bright in the void?!
Bringing a hand to her face and ignoring the delighted yells around her, she noticed that her nose was actually bleeding, probably more than it should have been. Speaking of which, she thought, why am I not dead? Or is this some sort of afterlife? God I hope not, I don’t want to have to deal with injuries in the afterlife…
“You might want to take it easy…You have a concussion, and sitting up like that won’t make it feel any better…”
Ugh, that voice again…same one that woke me up. WHY did I wake up again?
“Although, if you were in a hospital it really wouldn't matter. Speaking of which, we should probably get you medical help. You have a badly broken nose and a concussion. Although I already said that bit about the concussion. It was pretty bad, you were going really fast when you hit that wall, I’m actually rather surprised you didn’t receive any neural damage…or maybe you did, I should probably check for that. Oh, and you’re also fortunate not to have snapped your neck, I was worried about that too for a second. Until I realized that you were fine. Weeelll, not fine, fine. But all things considered, you know?”
“Hey, how about you shut your gob, just for a sec’, yeah?” she said before the voice could continue. She groaned, and rubbed the back of her head, feeling the massive bump from the concussion.
She took a moment to survey her surroundings, now that her eyes had adjusted to the light. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw where she was. She hadn’t moved. She was still in Torchwood, and she was most certainly NOT in the void. Which meant….
“Doctor…?” she said tentatively, turning towards the voice-that-would-not-quit.
“I’m here, Rose.” he said, swallowing a bit nervously.
Seeing his sheepish expression caused her to grin widely, throwing her arms around his neck. He held her, rubbing soothing circles into her back and she cried tears of relief.
“I thought I had lost you…” he whispered softly into her hair.
“I know, Doctor. I know…And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for letting go and practically throwing myself into the void…”
“I know you are, Rose. But luckily everything that was supposed to go into the void, went into the void, so it closed before you could go through. Hence your concussion. Speaking of which...” he said, disengaging from her, and instead picking her up. “You need that taken care of.”
“Where are we going?”
“The TARDIS. Plenty of medical equipment there!” he said, grinning at her. They walked back to the TARDIS, and the Doctor kept talking to Rose, trying to keep her conscious. He carried her to the medical bay and began to scan her for additional injuries.
“Right then, that ought to take care of your nose. Broke it, you know. You’re probably going to be sore for a few days, over-exertion and all that. Your concussions should be okay too, I was right! No neural damage!” he exclaimed. “That was pretty close, it was. Nearly died, you know. Sucked into the Void and all that, but you made it Rose! You made it! So where would you like to go? Hmm? We could finally go to Barcelona, the planet or city, whichever you prefer. Or Perhaps the jungle planet of Shreha? They have coconuts the size of houses! Weeelll, they’re not really called coconuts. And they’re purple. But they taste like coconuts. Kind of…” He trailed off, noticing that she wasn’t listening. She was just staring at him, her eyes wide and tear-filled.
“Doctor…” she began, “I…I thought…I thought…” But as the tears began to pour from her eyes, the Doctor rushed to her side, holding her against him. He whispered soothingly to her as she sobbed against him. If she had been paying attention, she would have felt the drops of moisture that fell on the top of her head, but she was so shaken she could think of nothing besides the fact that she had nearly lost him.
“Shhh Rose, I know. I know. It’s all over now…” he whispered to her.
“B-But Doctor…I…I was so scared…I was scared that-“
“I know…”
“No, let me finish. Please…” she said, looking up at him with a tear-stained face. “I thought that I’d never see you again. I thought I’d lost my chance…”
“Your chance? Your chance for what?”
“To tell you, Doctor…” She drew a deep, albeit shaky breath and steeled herself for what came next. She had to tell him. There was simply no way she’d let him go without having told him. It could be her last chance, and she simply refused to have it.
“Doctor…I love you.” she said, dropping her eyes shyly. She heard the Doctor’s sharp intake of breath as he stepped away from her marginally. He held her at arm’s distance as he raised her chin until she met his gaze. A wide grin spread across his face and he bent his head to capture her lips in his.
All the apprehension she had felt left her as his mouth plundered hers. He was gentle, but insistent. Firm, but yielding. He was the Doctor, and he was everything. All of time and all of space. Enduring and strong, and still more human than he’d ever believe. He was her world, and she was his.
And as her hands wound around his back and untucked his shirt and sought the skin that lay beneath, he whispered “bedroom” against her lips, and she pressed herself against him in acquiescence. She wound her legs around his waist and he lifted her off of the examination table, carrying her through the TARDIS, all the way to his bedroom, where he promptly deposited them both on the bed.
They made love hurriedly, clinging to each other desperately, wanting it to last, but unable to wait. Clothes strewn about the room, throwing caution to the wind. They couldn't care less what it would mean for their friendship, refused to think how different things might become. Somewhere in the back of their minds they knew that there were more pressing matters to attend to, the aftermath of having Daleks and Cybermen rampaging across the world, but they were caught up in each other.
Time stopped with them at the eye of the storm, and in the eyes of the Oncoming Storm, Rose saw only love reflected in them, and she clung to him even stronger. Matching his frenzied passion, exceeding it at times, only to have him meet her in turn. And as they neared the end, he showed her the stars, as he’d always done. Supernovas burst behind their eyes, and he knew he had to tell her. She had told him, and she deserved to know, he owed her that much. But he couldn’t think. His wonderful mind, the mind that never stopped was brought to a screeching halt as they came together. They cried out, but clung to each other ever stronger.
As he collapsed on top of her, she held him to her, unwilling to let it end. “Rose…” he said weakly.
“Yes, Doctor?”
He lifted his face to hers. “I should have told you long ago, and I’m sorry I never did. I can’t bear for you to be taken from me without knowing how I feel about you…”
He knew it was now or never, and swallowing thickly, he began. “Rose Tyler…I-“ She gazed up at him in complete adoration, love filling her eyes as she waited. But before he could finish, Rose began to glow. A blue light surrounded her, and her eyes slowly drifted shut. “Rose? Rose! Answer me! Wake up! What’s happening?” He scrambled off of her, searching for his coat, digging through his pockets. He found his Sonic Screwdriver and scanned her with it, yelling for her, even as she began to dematerialize.
“Rose!! Rose don’t…don’t leave…don’t leave me…” he said brokenly. As she disappeared completely, he dropped to his knees, running his fingers through his hair, even as tears ran down his face.
“I love you…”
Story continued in the sequel: 1001 Nights
This story is also available at: Don't Let Go
Carpe Diem
So we finally finished moving (thank the gods!), and I can now get back to writing fanfiction. Hallelujah :D
It's going alright so far, but classes are really starting to get to me, and we're already past midterms, so there is very little hope for my grades, really. I don't want to fail, but Calculus is a bitch, I can't understand my Chem professor (heavy accent), and remembering hundreds of terms for A&P II is rather taxing. Which is why I'm avoiding the problem, and instead writing fanfiction. Terrible coping, I know.
In other news, I think I'm getting sick...which is bad news for anyone who's currently waiting for me to update my story. Right now it's just a sore throat, so I'm hoping gratuitous amounts of hot tea, scarves, and cold medicine will nip that one in the bud before it even starts. Otherwise, I'm going to have to have a serious talk with my immune system. Maybe we can work out some sort of schedule...
Anyways...So since I've been getting into the whole language-creating business for implementation in my story (which just now I've decided will also be posted on here...), I've realized that some sort of dictionary will probably be best to make availible to readers...it might save headaches XD
Also, scary movie afternoon/night yesterday :D it was lovely, but doubtfully scary. I mean, yes, Insidious kind of scared me at the end, and the idea of evil tooth fairies in Don't Be Aftraid Of The Dark was pretty creepy(...oh, alright, I totally screamed during that movie >.<), but some wierd movie about an orphanage and insane people was hard to follow....so not scary. Also saw The Human Centipede, which I DO NOT recommend. It really wasn't scary, but it sure did put me off my lunch...
In short? It's atrocious. Disgusting. Sick. (Although that's probably the point...)
So don't watch it. Especially if you're eating. That's a very Bad Idea.
Soooooo, moving on.....
I'm going to use the next few paragraphs to talk about my Doctor Who fanfiction story currently entitled "1001 Nights" and if anyone can tell me where that's from, I'll love you forever :D
But anyway, it's an alternate reality where Rose manages to hold on to the lever at the end of Doomsday, but right after she finishes "celebrating" her alive-ness with the Doctor, she's transmatted away, kidnapped by aliens. Oh no! Just when you thought they'd get a happy ending :)
But anyway, so the story is written from a Rose POV, in journal-style, but the days are not in chronological order. I thought that it might add to the timey-wimey-ness that I was trying to create, but it seems that people are getting confused by it...THEREFORE...I'm going to re-post it here, in chronological order, in the hopes that confused people will reach enlightenment or somthing. Because I worked hard on its plot and I'd hate for people not to get it. It makes me sad :(
However, it might take a bit for all the chapters to appear, since I do have to make sure I don't have other chapters that go between the ones I've already written, therefore releasing unintentional spoilers and possibly creating a paradox. Too dramatic? I think not.
Well anyway, that's enough of that, I need to go write the next few chapters. I'm inspired right now, and I want to take advantage of that before it ends...
It's going alright so far, but classes are really starting to get to me, and we're already past midterms, so there is very little hope for my grades, really. I don't want to fail, but Calculus is a bitch, I can't understand my Chem professor (heavy accent), and remembering hundreds of terms for A&P II is rather taxing. Which is why I'm avoiding the problem, and instead writing fanfiction. Terrible coping, I know.
In other news, I think I'm getting sick...which is bad news for anyone who's currently waiting for me to update my story. Right now it's just a sore throat, so I'm hoping gratuitous amounts of hot tea, scarves, and cold medicine will nip that one in the bud before it even starts. Otherwise, I'm going to have to have a serious talk with my immune system. Maybe we can work out some sort of schedule...
Anyways...So since I've been getting into the whole language-creating business for implementation in my story (which just now I've decided will also be posted on here...), I've realized that some sort of dictionary will probably be best to make availible to readers...it might save headaches XD
Also, scary movie afternoon/night yesterday :D it was lovely, but doubtfully scary. I mean, yes, Insidious kind of scared me at the end, and the idea of evil tooth fairies in Don't Be Aftraid Of The Dark was pretty creepy(...oh, alright, I totally screamed during that movie >.<), but some wierd movie about an orphanage and insane people was hard to follow....so not scary. Also saw The Human Centipede, which I DO NOT recommend. It really wasn't scary, but it sure did put me off my lunch...
In short? It's atrocious. Disgusting. Sick. (Although that's probably the point...)
So don't watch it. Especially if you're eating. That's a very Bad Idea.
Soooooo, moving on.....
I'm going to use the next few paragraphs to talk about my Doctor Who fanfiction story currently entitled "1001 Nights" and if anyone can tell me where that's from, I'll love you forever :D
But anyway, it's an alternate reality where Rose manages to hold on to the lever at the end of Doomsday, but right after she finishes "celebrating" her alive-ness with the Doctor, she's transmatted away, kidnapped by aliens. Oh no! Just when you thought they'd get a happy ending :)
But anyway, so the story is written from a Rose POV, in journal-style, but the days are not in chronological order. I thought that it might add to the timey-wimey-ness that I was trying to create, but it seems that people are getting confused by it...THEREFORE...I'm going to re-post it here, in chronological order, in the hopes that confused people will reach enlightenment or somthing. Because I worked hard on its plot and I'd hate for people not to get it. It makes me sad :(
However, it might take a bit for all the chapters to appear, since I do have to make sure I don't have other chapters that go between the ones I've already written, therefore releasing unintentional spoilers and possibly creating a paradox. Too dramatic? I think not.
Well anyway, that's enough of that, I need to go write the next few chapters. I'm inspired right now, and I want to take advantage of that before it ends...
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