Pairings: Nine/Rose; Harry/Hermione; Willow/Tara

Fandoms: Doctor Who; Harry Potter; Buffy the Vampire Slayer


I was nurtured, I was sheltered,
I was curious and young.
I was searching for that something,
trying to find it on the run.
Oh and just when I stopped looking
I saw just how far I'd come in this life.

You give me love, you give me light.
Show me everything that's been happening,
I've opened up my eyes. I'm following.
Three steps, fight an honest fight.
Two hearts that can start a fire.
One love is all I need in this life.

Outside of her mother, the Doctor was the greatest security Rose had ever known. It was almost foolish to think it, and she would certainly never say it, but in a life which had been transitory in everything but geography, traveling about the universe with an alien who thought her species pants had provided her with more stability than anything else.

She hadn't expected much from this life. There had been grand dreams which she knew had little chance of coming true no matter how much effort she had supplied, which was probably why she hadn't bothered. Dropping out of school; Jimmy Stone. Yeah, part of it was about getting Jackie's attention, and maybe they were even a cry for help, but she had convinced herself options were limited. She knew she was smart, but there was smarter; she was pretty enough, but there was always a more beautiful face. She had been decent in gymnastics back in the day, but a growth spurt and growing a set pretty much ended that fancy.

She was good at everything and nothing all at once.

And the shop was okay, nothing wrong with honest work, but she had wanted more. Didn't know where to find it, of course, so she kind of drifted about, waiting for something to happen, something which would allow her to prove herself if to no one but herself.

Cue living plastic, a big blue box, and a grumpy old man with ears the size of potatoes.

She loved it. She loved everything about it and about him.

And her mother's objections didn't matter, Mickey's bellowing didn't matter, and the Doctor's warnings didn't matter. Because Rose herself had come to matter. She fought battles which needed to be fought, saving people not just because it was the right thing to do, but because it was the only thing to do.

It was dangerous, terrifying, and often thankless, but there was nothing in this world or in any other that she would rather be doing, and with no one other than him.

It was absolutely bloody fantastic.


I have faltered, I have stumbled,
I have found my feet again.
I've been angry and I've been shaken,
found a new place to begin.
And my persistence to make a difference
has led me safe into your hands, in this life.
In this life.

You give me love, you give me light.
Show me everything that's been happening,
I've opened up my eyes. I'm following.
Three steps, fight an honest fight.
Two hearts that can start a fire.
One love is all I need in this life.

His parents. The Dursleys. Hogwarts. The Tournament. Voldemort.

All the losses and the lives this war had caused and cost – even his moments with Dumbledore and Ron – she had stayed through it all. She had stayed despite his warnings, his condemnations, and his ingratitude. She had forgiven his jealousy, his stubbornness, and his foolishness. She had known what he had needed before he could pose the question, before he even recognized the exigency.

How could he repay her? How could he even begin to thank her?

That she required no acknowledgment humbled him all the more. He had lost count of all the times he had taken advantage of her, that he had neglected her, that she had saved his life. There were moments he would look at her and understand on a fundamental level that he was her hero; that he had no desire to be anyone's hero was of little interest to her. He would be dead several times over were it not for her, and there was not a doubt in his mind that if he had a hero, it was she.

He hadn't appreciated all the times and all the ways in which she had been there for him; in his darkest moments when he thought he was alone, she had been there, quiet and stalwart and endlessly supportive. She was brave, she was brilliant, she was beautiful; but above all, she was his friend and had been from the beginning, no questions asked, even when he hadn't realized it. He looked back on those times and was awed by her and ashamed of himself.

Everything that was good, that was pure, was personified by her. She had been the only one who had never questioned his integrity, whose resolve had never wavered, who had challenged him not out of malice or condescension, but concern.

She was the best mate anyone could ever hope to have.

If he was sure of anything, if the pain and the glory had taught him nothing else, it was that he had been meant to learn from her.


I was put here for a reason.
I was born into this world.
And I'm living and I'm believing
that I was meant to be your girl.
In this life.

You give me love, you give me light.
Show me everything that's been happening,
I've opened up my eyes. I'm following.
Three steps, fight an honest fight.
Two hearts that can start a fire.
One love is all I need in this life.

She had spent most of her life afraid to acknowledge her own existence. When she learned what that existence might entail, she had asked no questions and accepted the punishment part and parcel, believing herself worthy of such a curse. She had been taught that she could rely on no one else, not even herself; that her very identity was shameful and unnatural; that people would hurt you if given the chance; and that confidence was a sign of perversion.

What galled her now was that she had believed it, that she had allowed herself to be so beaten down by those who were meant to protect and love her without question, that she had lived a half life because of unnecessary fear and doubt.

With the exception of Buffy, none of them had family of which to speak: Willow's parents were cold and neglectful; Xander's were belligerent and abusive; Anya had not a soul in this world; and Giles spoke of no one dear to him. Somehow, they had managed to form a family of such love and ferocity, it was brilliant to behold. And now it included her.

It had been difficult at first, the specter of Oz lingering on the periphery as a reminder of what wasn't there and as an obstruction to what was. She didn't begrudge them their love for him; she was ecstatic they had made room for her.

She and Willow had had their quarrels – those stupid little arguments which every couple experiences – as well as soul-riving moments which had threatened to tear them asunder forever. In the end, though, they had fought to find their way back to one another, had struggled through the agony and grief and mistrust, and were all the stronger for it. At long last, after so much turmoil and regret, she had found her soulmate and a family that loved her for who she was. She had no illusions; all of this could end tomorrow. But it might not.

She had found more than her place, found more than herself. She had found her purpose.


The song used in this drabble is Delta Goodrem's In This Life, available on her release Delta.