Had an idea for this story, based on the line "Wait till you read book seven! I cried!" Said by the Doctor to Martha in the Shakespeare Code. Basically, this story is my shameless attempt at writing the Tenth Doctor as emotionally compromised, because that's just so happy for deep people! Anyway, here it is, a one-shot about the Doctor and Rose, and a book she hasn't read yet. I'm pretty sure you've all read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but on the off chance that someone hasn't, be warned; there are MAJOR SPOILERS for that book in this fic. Also, happy birthday to David Tennant! This story was inspired by him, so... yeah. Happy Birthday! Spoiler: Wait Till You Read Book Seven Rose had just about seen everything. Spaceships, planets, aliens, stars, binary sunsets, three moons over a snowy cliffside, flowers that glowed like the stars they were named for, and she had seen such beauty, such unending, fantastic beauty, that she figured she had seen it all. “Alright then,” She’d said to the Doctor one day. “Nothing you can show me would surprise me now.” “Is that right?” The Doctor said with a challenging smile. After that, the game was on. He would take her someplace new and shocking, trying to catch her by surprise with the places they ended up. Sometimes, Rose was surprised, but she hid it well, and the Doctor, after awhile, began to believe that she was right, and nothing surprised her now. But nothing she had ever seen could have prepared her for this moment. Because when Rose walked into the TARDIS library to find the Doctor curled up on the floor in front of his usual brown recliner, blubbering uncontrollably and sniffling pathetically, she just about had a heart attack. “Doctor!” She exclaimed, running over to him. “Doctor, what’s wrong!?” “Oh, Rose,” The Doctor bawled. “Rose, it’s nothing, r-really, I’m... I’m fine...” “No you’re not, you’re cryin’ like a baby,” Rose said incredulously. Whatever was wrong with him, why would he lie and say he was fine? “Now tell me what’s wrong! Did you get hurt?” “Did I get hurt!?” The Doctor echoed back testily, glaring through his tears. “When do I ever get hurt!? No, it’s not that...” “Fine then,” Rose said. “Go ahead and have a go at me, I’m only trying to help!” “There’s nothing you can do to help,” The Doctor said miserably, dissolving back into tears. “It’s all her fault, why would she do such a thing!? I just can’t believe he’s gone...” “What?” Rose asked, more confused than ever. “Who’s gone?” “No one, it doesn’t matter,” the Doctor snapped angrily, before burying his head in his hands and sobbing. “It doesn’t matter, because he wasn’t real! But he was to me. He was so funny, so... so full of life... I know he’s just ink and paper, but it didn’t feel like it! And he was laughing. He was laughing, Rose!” “Okay then,” Rose said. “So he was laughing. Who was laughing? And why does it matter?” “I- I can’t t-tell you,” the Doctor said, looking up at Rose. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and hiccupped a few times. “It’s... it’s from your immediate future... Spoil the timestream... spoil the wait... Oh...” He buried his face again and began sobbing loudly, and Rose just sat down next to him and rubbed his back. “Hey,” she said gently. “It’s alright. You go ahead and let it out...” Looking around, she spotted a rather heavy looking book lying open on the floor next to the recliner. It was hardcover, it was mostly pale green, and the binding was a pale yellow color, with red writing on the side. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Rose froze. “Doctor?” She said. The Doctor sniffed, never looking up. “Mmm?” He finally asked. “That’s book seven then, yeah?” She asked. “Huh?” The Doctor said, looking up at her with red puffy eyes and a wet face. He followed her gaze to the book on the floor, and jumped up. “NOOOOO!” he yelled, standing between Rose and the book and spreading his arms out wide. “No, you can’t read it, you have to wait for it in your own timestream!” “What!?” Rose exclaimed. “Why?” “It’s too complicated,” the Doctor said. “It’s just... you have to wait for it to come out in your timestream.” Rose sighed dramatically. “Fine,” she said. “But you already told me something.” “I did not!” The Doctor said. “Yes you did,” Rose said. “Someone dies, don’t they?” The Doctor pouted. “No,” he said shakily. “Ha!” Rose said with a laugh. “Who is it!?” She demanded. “Was it Harry? I bet he dies... Ooh! NO! Ginny! I never liked her, much. Still, though, it’d be a shame. Don’t tell me it’s Ron or Hermione. Come on, Doctor, who dies?” The Doctor swallowed. “I’m not telling,” he said. “It’s gotta be someone you really like,” she said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t’ve been blubbering and carryin’ on like you was. Who do you really like, Doctor?” The Doctor was trying to hold back tears again. “No one,” he said. “W-well... everyone. I like everyone...” “Be more specific,” Rose said. “It was probably someone really powerful, like... McGonagall! Or maybe... Lupin! Oh, I’ll bet it was Lupin. You’d really like Lupin, wouldn’t you?” “No, it wasn’t them,” The Doctor said. “At least, not yet... I haven’t finished it yet.” “Okay then,” Rose said. “Was it one of the Weasleys? You like them, right? They’re ginger.” When the Doctor responded by letting out a particularly shaky breath, she grinned. “Yes!” She said triumphantly. “It’s one of the Weasleys! Is it Ginny? Or maybe Ron? Ooh, or is it Percy? He’s got it coming to him, he does.” The Doctor burst into sobs again, and Rose blinked. “It’s Percy?” She asked in disbelief. “Really? You’re crying over Percy?” “NO!” The Doctor cried. “It’s not Percy, it’s Fred!” Rose stopped breathing. “...What?” She said. “It’s true,” The Doctor sobbed. “J.K. Rowling killed Fred! I don’t know why she would do that to me! To him! To George! How do you think he feels, how do you think they all feel? They lost him! He’s gone, forever, he’s dead!” He stopped crying for a moment, and a look of rage came over him. “He’s dead,” he spat. “Dead, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it! How could she do this to me!?” Rose put her hand over her mouth. “But...” She whispered. “But, I always liked Fred!” “Everyone liked Fred!” The Doctor wailed, collapsing back into a heap on the floor. He couldn’t say any more, he just continued sobbing, as Rose, despite his warnings not to read, picked up the book and saw that it was at the beginning of a chapter. The World had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Quickly scanning the next few lines, Rose flipped backwards to the previous page (really, that’s what time-travel was to begin with) and read from what looked to be an alright place to start. Harry, Ron and Hermione ran forward to help; Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy (oh, so Percy had turned back to the good side, then?) backed off, fast: Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair - “Hello, Minister,” Bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thinkesse, (But wait, wasn’t Scrimgeour the new minister of magic?) who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I’m resigning?” “You’re joking, Perce!” Shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea-urchin. (Okay, that was just gross...) Fred looked at Percy with glee. “You actually are joking, Perce... I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were-” The air exploded. (Rose gasped.) They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured, and in that fragmant of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart. (“NO!” Rose gasped out.) Harry felt himself flying through the air, and all he could do was hold as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was his one and only weapon, and shield his head in his arms: he heard the screams and yells of his companions without hope of knowing what had happened to them- (But Rose knew, she’d practically begged for the spoiler. She was already starting to cry as she read, knowing what the next half a page contained.) And then the world resolved itself into pain and semidarkness: He was half buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack. Cold air told him that the side of the castle had been blown away, and hot stickiness on his cheek told him that he was bleeding copiously. Then he heard a terrible cry (“No! Oh no, please, no,”) that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life... And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed (Ginger!) men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. “No - No - no!” Someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face. And Rose was crying, holding the book, she turned the page and began the next chapter anew, when she felt the book being pulled gently from her grasp. “You shouldn’t,” The Doctor said quietly, looking into her face apologetically. “You really shouldn’t...” “But...” Rose said. “But Fred...” “I know,” The Doctor said, nodding, as the tears came back. “I know... Oh, Fred...” Dropping the book, he pulled Rose into a hug, and they cried into each others shoulders for several long moments. “Don’t ever do that to me,” The Doctor whispered. “No worries,” Rose cried back. “I’m not ever going to leave you, not even to death.” “Oh, Rose...” The Doctor sniffed. “And Hedwig dies too.” “What!?” Rose demanded, pulling out of the hug. “No!” “Yes, she does, really!” The Doctor whimpered. “It’s... it’s such a sad book! I don’t know what I’m going to do... I need... I need some hot chocolate!” “Alright,” Rose agreed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yeah... Yeah, I think that would be good.” “Okay...” The Doctor said with a steadying sniff. He and Rose looked into each others eyes for a moment, and then - They both started sobbing again and fell back to the floor, crying their eyes out, over ink and paper, because really, who’s to say that a created character cannot feel as deeply as a true one? After all, every character in every story has a life of their own, and even if that life is poured into them by the one with the pen or the typewriter, each character is a reflection of the author behind it. A character might not feel on his own, but if the writer feels it, so do you.
for one more letter "L" in Words with Friends. The "A" is on a DW spot, too.
And all for this simple reason: I would change my name to Little Clara Oswald, change my usertitle to "Are you strange?" and I would have this be my avvy: Because I would love to jump on the Oswald Bandwagon.
Because in the classic series of Doctor Who, the second Doctor meets a fiction writer that says "Have you ever heard of the Adventures of Captain Jack Harkaway?" And we were all like "Wha-?" And then we rewound and listened to it again, and now I'm wondering... CONNECTION!?! If anyone else has noticed that so far, everything I've posted has been in some way related to Doctor Who, I can assure you, I am most definitely obsessed with the Mad man with a box. My apologies to all the non-Whovians out there who bothered to read this.
and you need to have word-for-word sentences from Doctor Who's the End of Time, so you're watching it on Netflix and pausing after every sentence. And then you suddenly realize that you got so caught up in the episode that you've missed the past five minutes of dialogue and need to rewind. I don't know if anyone really cares about this at all. I just thought I might as well share.
Basically, I need a karaoke version of Owl City's song Metropolis, from his album The Midsummer Station. The thing is, I don't know a good way to remove the vocals. If someone knows how to do that and do it good, I can send them the song so they don't have to buy it. Or, if anyone knows where I can get the song already with the vocals removed, preferably legally (I'm not trying to bash piracy or start a debate, I just don't want to do it myself) That would also be very helpful. Thanks!
My sister and I went for a walk and we ended up walking around a cemetery for a little while, noticing all the many Williams's that were there, along with this one blank headstone just outside the cemetery, that I jokingly said was ours, just waiting for us. Then when we left, we were just minding our own business, when we suddenly heard the loudest BOOOOOM!!! That we ever heard. My sis ducked down and grabbed her hat, and I jumped up and looked around, trying to figure out where it had come from. Then, oddly enough, we both heard this really weird pulse-type thing, sounding from somewhere in a beat of four. No, seriously, it happened. One two three four. One two three four. One two three four. We decided to go walk around the main part of town and see if we could figure out what was going on, and we happened across a huge crack in a sidewalk, that is literally identical to the crack in the universe. I'll go back and take a picture of it sometime, so I can post it. That is, if it's still there. Then on the way home, we took a shortcut through this one alley we go through all the time. We call it Cherub Alley because there's a house that has a balcony overlooking the alley, and there's always three or four stone cherubs on that balcony, along with a couple of stone lions and a statue of a knight in shining armor. But yesterday, all the cherubs were gone, and there was a notice on the back door of the house, reading "DO NOT DISTURB - SICKNESS INSIDE." Is it just me, or should I start looking for the TARDIS now?
And we're about to watch the Two Towers extended version on Blu-ray. :D
and everyone's hyper and everyone's telling jokes and everyone's laughing and your dad says "Better Nate than leather" by accident and then you all laugh harder for ten minutes. These are the things we will one day remember. I feel happy. Have a good night, KHV. :)
My sister: "Hey, do you have black leather gloves?" Me: "I have black leather fingerless gloves that are kinda torn up." My sister: "Yeah, that's what I thought." Me: "Yep, they're in my accessories drawer upstairs." My sister: "...You know, you don't ever wear those gloves anymore-" Me: "I'm not giving them to you." My sister: "Drat."
Just look over your shoulder... Just look over your shoulder... Just look over your shoulder... I'll be there always. STOP STALKING ME!!![DOUBLEPOST=1362170163][/DOUBLEPOST]Now we're singing Strangers Like Me.
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I feel like Dori a lot. I suffer from short term memory loss. No, really, it runs in my family. At least... I think it does... Hmm... where are they? Can I help you?[DOUBLEPOST=1362079907][/DOUBLEPOST]"From this day forward, you will be known as Sharkbait!" "Sharkbait! Hoo-ha-ha!" "Welcome, brother Sharkbait!" "Sharkbait! Hoo-ha-ha!" "Enough with the Sharkbait." "Sharkbait! Hoo-uh, oh..."
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One of my sisters is playing Just Dance 4, and she's doing the Tribal Dance song, and my other sister is using my other sister's River Song Sonic Screwdriver replica to play along. It's just kinda funny.
Pretty much, I'm playing Word with Friends on Facebook, and I only have one letter left, its a V. The thing is, the other person I'm playing with also has only one letter left, and it's a V. It's my turn, but I just can't think of a word. Here's the layout of the board, if anyone has any insight, please, let me know!
And every time any of us knock on a door, or tap on a soda can, or are simply bored, we always knock in a beat of four. "tap-tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap-tap..." Except when one of interrupts it after three beats by yelling "YOU ONLY GET THREE!!!" And running up really fast to stop them from the fourth beat. Just thought I'd let you know because I'm bored and REALLY don't want to go wash dishes.
