Sweet

you know what?

she totally wouldn't have. rose would have worn a fez, too.

UGH LOVE. Back to reading and reviewing all of your stories since i've reached eleven (awkward)

In the words of the Ninth Doctor: "Fantastic!"

I like the way you write Eleven, very deep, very sad, very old. But also very, very good at distracting himself.

I love this. The 11/Rose, 11/River, the - everything. Great, great story.

That last bit was amazing. I mean, the whole thing was amazing, but the last part was just so brilliantly random and precisely what it needed that I felt I should mention it specially.

"Somewhere somewhen he is leaning against a wall, saying hellogoodbye to her as he dies. Somewhere somewhen he's taking her hand and telling her to run, only at that moment starting to feel alive again.

He is always just now meeting her again for the first time.

He thinks there might be a kind of grace in that."

Lovely bit of prose, that was. Poetic, sad yet happy, and all around superb. Most of the piece was like that, but it stood out there.

I loved this. ]

God, I loved this. I miss Rose so much in these newest seasons, that fanfiction (and continuous rewatching of older episodes) is the only thing really keeping me sane. Thank goodness I discovered your treasure trove of stories to get lost in.

Anyway, I really wish the new episodes had more continuity like this: the 10th Doctor truly felt like an extension of the 9th, yet I've been having a harder time recognizing anything of the 10th Doctor in the 11th (as hilariously awesome as that version is.) Perhaps because so much of the ninth and tenth were steeped in Rose, yet here, that feeling's gone. In your version though, I finally feel that connection, and it made me love him (and miss that part of him) just a little bit more.

awww I'm so sad, but yet, laughing at the last line, that is pure genius my friend! :D And she wouldn't have either. Gosh, Eleven needs his Rose *sniff* now I'm all sad again, thanks for that! :P I'll just read the last line again lol...

Somehow a line as simple as "But rose would never had made fun of the fez" makes it all the more agonizingly tragic

Ah, I love the last line. Brilliant. Somehow manages to lighten the entire story, and definitely made me smile. :)

Your writing, I'm finding, has the oddest way of making me rethink disliking certain characters. River, for instance. I didn't mind her so much in this story, and so long as the Doctor doesn't forget Rose... I guess it's okay for him not to be alone.

omg this was so sweet and cute. i love that he lovees river as well as rose.

Very, very sweet. I adore the way you write Eleven, and his thoughts on Rose - somewhat hung up, but not completely, and I appreciate that. And your depiction of the scene in the finale is heart-renderingly real.

*You have BECOME Eleven in this*. The quirky way he thinks, and the deeper meaning behind everything he does, the way he made me contemplate the freakin' nature of the space-time continuum...and, interspersed between all of it, had me giggling like a maniac. xD No, Rose wouldn't have made fun of the fez. There would've probably been many adorable moments of her adjusting the bow tie, too _

"But then again, he's never been one to adhere to something so banal as chronological progression." effectively captured the Doctor - all eleven of him - in one sentence. Fantastic!

I really like the voice in this piece. It's so... the doctor. Love it.