Title: Here at the End of the World We Learn how to Dance
Author: Kate's Master, aka Emma
Summery: A few of the moments, thoughts and feelings that Journey's End didn't quite get round to. Starting with Rose. The past however many months spent working towards this moment, but, somehow, she's never let herself think too much about what she'd do, what she'd say, when she finally set eyes on him again.
Disclaimer: I am not actually an 18 year old vet student. I'm in fact a nationally owned corporation, all by my self. Doctor Who, is, therefore, mine. Insert appropriate sarcasm here.
Authors Notes: Heh, fairly overdue, I must admit…I actually started, and, indeed, finished these sometime in July…just never got round to posting. But it's US election night, and I'm staying up to watch despite a 9am lecture, clearing my way through a backlog of un-posted fanfics while the BBC go through the build up interviews.
And now it's a few days later, I actually have an internet connection, and have finally got round to uploading!
Inspired by my great rant that while I loved the great companion gang, I came to the realisation that the great problem with Journey's End was the fact that with so many of them, we never got to really see the proper reunions – Jack and Rose being my greatest gripe. We needed more, BBC. More!
And the announcement of David Tennent's departure has put me in a Doctor Who mood.
Dedication: For Hannah, who came home too.
She'd know that suit anywhere. Even from a distance, in the un-natural darkness, she can tell. And so she stands stock-still and stares.
It's odd. The past however many months and years have all been spent working towards this moment, but, somehow, she's never let herself think too much about what she'd do, what she'd say, when she finally set eyes on him again.
And now she has, and all she can do is stare, drinking him in. His suit, his pose, his damn good hair, his…Donna has seen her. She can tell by the way the older woman's body shifts slightly, the way her eyes widen and a small smile begins to form. And now the redhead is speaking to him, and she can't hear what is said, but he's moving, turning round, and this is it.
He looks stunned. Completely baffled, like he can't quite begin to believe she's there, and, despite everything – despite the fact that there's a very good chance they're all going to die, despite the fact that the world is ending, despite the fact that every world is ending…she wants to laugh. The smile breaks out across her face involuntarily, the sort of smile you can't begin to suppress, even if you wanted to, and then she is running, and he is running, just the way they always did, and it is good and real and right, and she's vaguely aware of Donna, beaming at the pair of them, and in that moment, pounding across the London concrete, she is finally home.
They've changed the layout of everything. I'm confused. I miss the little purple button!
Anyway, a few more to come, from various viewpoints. Review, if you've a moment. I'll give you special Flat 10 baked goods.