Wicked, brilliant, the only way to actually get under Rose's skin, and therefore ultimately evil.
She did her best to keep her face smooth, practicing from V and having to deal with the Doctor himself.
Rose wanted to insist the Doctor hadn't been suicidal. But he'd been pretty damn close when she met him. And it wasn't suicide that killed him in the aborted timelines that never were... not... exactly. But it wasn't completely not either. It definitely toed a fine line.
Still, of all the things that upset Rose with Lady Me, every time without fail it was him being tortured and miserable and where was Rose?
Lady Me thought she died, but she didn't.
Jack...
She'd have to ask Jack.
For a small moment, she truly wished it was just an alternate timeline that caused Lady Me and marrying River Song and abandoning Jack all over again. The way Fluffy wanted to believe.
Something must have happened versus Davros. But if she'd died, she knew he would have been a billion times worse than just suicidal and unable to let go of Lady Me and whatever happened with Clara.
The Hybrid. The Confession Dial. Rassilon.
Rose knew too much, and yet still not enough.
All she wanted to do was hide behind the Doctor and without thinking about it, she sent the jumbled bundle of nerves and anxiety as a warning to Four that she was coming right over to hide in his jacket.
And then remembered Ten wanted to be the one she came to.
Which was... tricky. He didn't know, couldn't know half of what she was anxious about and frozen solid where she stood, Rose started biting a finger in thought. She had gone straight to him when Lady Me upset her, of course she had -- and that had been... if not a mistake, certainly disastrous.
Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and set Ten the psychic message too. Coward she might be, she didn't care.
"That's..."
Curious.
Impossible.
Where was Rose?
A small bit of fear completely siezed her for a moment. He wouldn't lock her up and take away her freedom, would he? No. That wasn't just from Nautilus, but it was worsened by him splintering. Trying to exercise some control over things.
Um. Right. Reality bomb. If there was ever a reason to feel out of control and overprotective...
No. Rose would sooner die. So where was she? He wasn't suicidal when she was there. Not ever. She gave him reasons not to be. Made him want to live.
She closed her eyes again and psychically grabbed Ten's hand hard, locking her fingers in with his.
"I'm glad you were there for him for that?" Rose offered, wincing all the same. It was true, but it shouldn't be possible. He should be there with her. She needed a spinny chair. She chewed her bottom lip in thought.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "It's a punishment for him," she whispered softly, looking River sharply in the eyes. She wasn't sure River was as protective of the Doctor as she thought she was, but then Rose couldn't see either how such information could hurt him. Even to Rassilon.
Still, Rose chewed up her finger, her anxiety tightening and the desire to run straight to the Doctor and not stop for anything growing by the millisecond. "The cost of surviving the Time War. Of course he hates it!" Rose scowled and rubbed her face with the back of her hand, debating ditching River midsentence by turning into a wolf to run away.
"Forcing him to live..."
Was what Rose had done.
Her scowl dropped into sorry instantly.
{I'm sorry, Jack.}
She closed her eyes.
Best intentions. He'd made it wonderful. What happened to the Doctor? Tortured by Rassilon for information about the hybrid, for what? FOR WHAT?
A gulp.
"Isn't enough," she steadily looked at River, but backed away flexing her muscles. She was so going to wolf transform and bolt!
"Giving him reasons to live..." Her eyes welled with genuine emotion. Genuine gratitude. "If you've done that, you have my thanks."
Not waiting for River's answer --
Rose transformed into a wolf, turned tail and bolted away as fast as she could.
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Wicked, brilliant, the only way to actually get under Rose's skin, and therefore ultimately evil.
She did her best to keep her face smooth, practicing from V and having to deal with the Doctor himself.
Rose wanted to insist the Doctor hadn't been suicidal. But he'd been pretty damn close when she met him. And it wasn't suicide that killed him in the aborted timelines that never were... not... exactly. But it wasn't completely not either. It definitely toed a fine line.
Still, of all the things that upset Rose with Lady Me, every time without fail it was him being tortured and miserable and where was Rose?
Lady Me thought she died, but she didn't.
Jack...
She'd have to ask Jack.
For a small moment, she truly wished it was just an alternate timeline that caused Lady Me and marrying River Song and abandoning Jack all over again. The way Fluffy wanted to believe.
Something must have happened versus Davros. But if she'd died, she knew he would have been a billion times worse than just suicidal and unable to let go of Lady Me and whatever happened with Clara.
The Hybrid. The Confession Dial. Rassilon.
Rose knew too much, and yet still not enough.
All she wanted to do was hide behind the Doctor and without thinking about it, she sent the jumbled bundle of nerves and anxiety as a warning to Four that she was coming right over to hide in his jacket.
And then remembered Ten wanted to be the one she came to.
Which was... tricky. He didn't know, couldn't know half of what she was anxious about and frozen solid where she stood, Rose started biting a finger in thought. She had gone straight to him when Lady Me upset her, of course she had -- and that had been... if not a mistake, certainly disastrous.
Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and set Ten the psychic message too. Coward she might be, she didn't care.
"That's..."
Curious.
Impossible.
Where was Rose?
A small bit of fear completely siezed her for a moment. He wouldn't lock her up and take away her freedom, would he? No. That wasn't just from Nautilus, but it was worsened by him splintering. Trying to exercise some control over things.
Um. Right. Reality bomb. If there was ever a reason to feel out of control and overprotective...
No. Rose would sooner die. So where was she? He wasn't suicidal when she was there. Not ever. She gave him reasons not to be. Made him want to live.
She closed her eyes again and psychically grabbed Ten's hand hard, locking her fingers in with his.
"I'm glad you were there for him for that?" Rose offered, wincing all the same. It was true, but it shouldn't be possible. He should be there with her. She needed a spinny chair. She chewed her bottom lip in thought.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "It's a punishment for him," she whispered softly, looking River sharply in the eyes. She wasn't sure River was as protective of the Doctor as she thought she was, but then Rose couldn't see either how such information could hurt him. Even to Rassilon.
Still, Rose chewed up her finger, her anxiety tightening and the desire to run straight to the Doctor and not stop for anything growing by the millisecond. "The cost of surviving the Time War. Of course he hates it!" Rose scowled and rubbed her face with the back of her hand, debating ditching River midsentence by turning into a wolf to run away.
"Forcing him to live..."
Was what Rose had done.
Her scowl dropped into sorry instantly.
{I'm sorry, Jack.}
She closed her eyes.
Best intentions. He'd made it wonderful. What happened to the Doctor? Tortured by Rassilon for information about the hybrid, for what? FOR WHAT?
A gulp.
"Isn't enough," she steadily looked at River, but backed away flexing her muscles. She was so going to wolf transform and bolt!
"Giving him reasons to live..." Her eyes welled with genuine emotion. Genuine gratitude. "If you've done that, you have my thanks."
Not waiting for River's answer --
Rose transformed into a wolf, turned tail and bolted away as fast as she could.
As one does.