these were my main fics this year (so far anyway i have a massive one coming out in a week or so!):
The Truth Runs Wild – where they’ve split, phil gets drunk and dan comes to get him. (675 notes)
No Strings– where they both miss sex a lot so they just decide to sleep together and it’s hilarious and probably one of the best things i’ve ever written hahaha (2059 notes)
My Neighbour’s Dog, Totoro– where dan meets his new neighbour phil after phil’s dog knock him over. (1706 notes)
The Bartender– where dan goes to a gay bar to convince himself he’s straight and instead meets the clumsy and cute bartender phil. (1239 notes)
How To (Try To) Propose To Phil Lester– where they both go to propose on the same night and it turns into a competition of who can do the best proposal. (1944 notes)
looking back i have to say i have written probably my best fics this year and they’ve all done ridiculously well and i’m actually very proud of myself i have to say 🙂
if you do wanna nominate you can do it at @phanficawards thank you!!! xx
You and Sam weren’t dating but there
was definitely some chemistry going on and that was probably the best that you
were gonna get. From your point of view everything was as usual until Dean has
started the whole „find a room you two” and rolling his eyes. Truth was, you
did have a thing for Sam, but you were sure about hiding it well. Actually, it
wasn’t just a thing – you wanted to fuck the living shit out of him. He was
gorgeous, loving, sweet, full of compassion and generally one moose-size ray of
sunshine. He was also the most badass hunter you’ve ever met. Dude, you were
head over heels in love, although still not admitting it to yourself, not
really. Everything was good, you were friends, great friends actually and there
was no chance you could let yourself fuck it up by saying anything.
You knew boys for a couple of years
but were staying with them for the past six months. The three of you were good
friends and hell of a hunters team. Of course your acquaintance began in the
bar and then in a hotel room. With Dean. It was nothing more than a one night
stand, good one but a little awkward later, when you met again on the hunt. It
was a nasty job, two ghosts, few dead bodies, basically blood, sweat and tears.
Later, you were in a bar, trying to relieve yourselves with alcohol and it was
the first time when you had a possibility to actually talk to Sam. He knew you
were Dean’s girl from few nights before and he was doing his best to smoothly
cover Dean’s inappropriate jokes. He was so nice to you, but it was kinda funny
to watch his efforts. It wasn’t really offensive, more like your kind of
strange-not-exactly-proper-but-funny-and-little-rude-but-not-really sense of humor.
– Hey Dean, get another round for us? – you asked with
a sweet smile and saw Sam tilting his head like he felt your little mischief.
– What, why me? – Dean was a little drunk, to be
honest all of you were.
– I thought you like being told what to do. – you
managed to kept a straight face. Sam chocked on his whiskey and Dean went deep
red, got up too quickly bumping his knee on the table and walked towards the
bar, doing everything not to look at you. As soon as he left you burst out
laughing, even harder when you saw Sam’s face. Long story short your friendship
were made by alcohol and bad sex jokes, which wasn’t that bad for you.
Since then
you met few times and hunt together sometimes. You developed healthy friendly
relationships with both brothers but couldn’t really stop yourself from looking
at Sam a little bit longer. Damn, the guy was good looking! Six months before
you were hunting two young vampires and you got hurt – it wasn’t that bad but
you had to took a break to fully heal. That was the time when Winchesters
suggested that you might stay with them in the bunker, it was safe place and
you could help with research until you go back to full strength and after that,
well, one more gun is always useful.
You
were living together now and becoming more close friends than just hunters
united and that would be great if not for one thing: you developed a massive
crush on Sam. However, sometimes you weren’t totally sure if it was on Sam, on
his ass or his wide chest. It was happening more and more often that you had to
sit down and told yourself that it is not any crush, you are not in love with
him, you are just horny. Yes, that must be it. The problem was, that you
weren’t exactly in a mood for flirting in bars, because, well, because of Sam,
dammit! The last three days were the worst though, you couldn’t even look at
him without strong urge to throw yourself at him and aggressively make out just
where you were standing. The fact that you two were acting so natural towards
each other wasn’t helping. The little fights for last beer, the way he was just
picking you up and moving you out from his way or the
you-are-in-the-shower-but-I-forgot-something, which was new thing and he has
started that. Not that you were complaining, not at all.
The three of you were sitting in the
kitchen, having dinner, or trying to make something close to it with those
little stuff that was left.
– You know what, that’s it.- Dean stood up and reached
for his jacket hanging on the back of his chair. – I’m going for a supply run.
– Dean! – you called behind him.
– What?! – he shouted back from the hallway.
– Carrots! – you swear you could hear him mutters
„Fucking rabbit…”.
– So, I guess I’ll have to wait for this sandwich.-
Sam smiled and left too. You were alone with your fantasies, again. There were
countless of times when you three stayed in a motel room together and you have
seen both brothers in their underwear (well, and Dean without) and they have
seen you in yours. Funny thing, all of you claimed to be totally okay with that
but every time someone was looking too long. You were joking to yourself that
„the ass game was strong those days”.
You finished your tea and now were
heading to your room when you went straight into Sam walking back from the
shower, ends of his hair still wet and few drops of water on his bare skin. He
was wearing only a towel around his hips and if all that before weren’t too
much for you, this certainly was.
– God dammit, Sam! Can you please wear your fucking
clothes…?!? – you looked away, despite the fact that you wanted to stare at him
all day.
– Sorry, I didn’t know that me going shirtless was
annoying you… You had never said so. – he shifted the towel on his hips and the
only thought which was screaming in your brain now was to rip this off him.
With your teeth.
– I didn’t, but for gods sake not when I’m that
horny…! – you growled through clenched teeth and rushed down the hallway,
leaving Sam with surprised expression.
Next few days were mostly research,
80% of which was done by you, you REALLY had to distract yourself and it
worked. It was late afternoon and you were still sitting in the library going
through few more books when Dean walked in. You didn’t looked up, just heard
him sigh and a moment later he closed the book you were reading.
– What the hell, Dean? I’m trying to work here.- you
snarled at him and crossed your arms on your chest.
– Yeah, yeah, you’ve been doing it for, like, past 3 days,
you need a break, in fact we all do. – he grabbed your arm and forced you to
stood up.
– Well tough, maybe i don’t want any.
– O, come on! Go grab some cool clothes and we will
find you a date tonight. – Dean winked at you and pushed you towards your room.
– Actually… that’s not a bad idea… – you said more to
yourself than to him but still heard him laughing. Dean as a wingmen was…
effective, every time, and you weren’t on a „date” for ages. Maybe it’ll help
you forget about Sam…
You
decided that you were in a mood for looking better than usual- your black dress
was tight enough and gorgeous, make up was perfect and this new red matt
lipstick you’ve recently bought- masterpiece! You even decided to wear high
heels and with that look you were definitely going to get laid tonight. You
walked in the main hall, Winchesters were already there.
– So, we’re going or what? – they turned at the same
moment and both their jaws dropped. Dammit, Winchester sync… You knew you were
looking good, but you didn’t expect that reaction and definitely not from both
of them. You smiled like a little shit you are (To Sam, but it was just an
incident that you were looking at him. Right…?). The trick was, that the dress
was so tight that you couldn’t wear any pants underneath. It was long enough,
you were safe, unless you decided to help Sam notice. Did you said Someone or
Sam? You meant Someone, you definitely did.
The bar was more quiet than usual and
there was no-one to be even a potential date for this night. Anyway, you were
feeling good and peaceful and to be honest you’ve almost forgot how that feels.
You were there with your friends, who recently started to feel more like a
family, nothing was chasing you (for now at least) and you were more or less
good, but you know, as for a hunter- you were awesome. You were talking about
everything and anything and funny enough: it turned out that no-one was drunk
that night. Winchesters were discussing something with excitement, laughing and
vigorously gesticulating. You like listening to them, you always did, but
especially in the moments like that, just listening and watching them and damn
you were feeling good. The thing is, you didn’t realized when you put your head
at Sam’s shoulder and he seemed to be more than okay with that, so now you two
were sitting, snuggled. He rested his cheek on your head, surrounded your waist
with his right arm and it didn’t felt awkward at all. You were lost in your
thoughts and didn’t realized Dean giving Sam suggestive look and him shaking
his head slightly.
– I feel like we should go somewhere where they have a
dancefloor. – Dean said and Sam rolled his eyes.
– Are you kidding?? – you gave him
one-raised-eyebrow-what-the-fuck look. – I can’t dance, haven’t seen Sam even
close to a dancefloor in my life and, sorry, but can’t picture you shaking your
ass to some crappy dance pop or whatever they are playing in such places.
– You know, that’s probably reasonable why we are not going
to dance clubs.
– Ya think so? You’d never thought of shaking it off?
– you smiled and felt Sam smiling too.
– Shut up, rabbit.
– Dude, I hate when you’re calling me that!
– Tough, I’m not gonna stop. – he smirked. You thought
about hitting him for that, but to do so you’ll have to reach through the
table. You definitely didn’t want to get free from Sam’s warm arms.
Later that
evening, you were in your room, getting ready to sleep, still in a towel after
getting out of the shower. You heard your door opening slowly
– Whatssuuup?- you asked without turning around. You
gasped when you felt hands on your hips a pair of lips on the back of your
neck.
– Was that dress a punishment for me distracting you
earlier?- you heard Sam’s whisper in
your ear.
***
You weren’t drunk but it felt like you were. His hands were everywhere, it started with light touches but now they were
more harsh and greedy. Your bodies were already touching but he was still
pulling you closer and oh my god you liked that. First, proper kisses turned
into hot, wet mess, neither of you could tell who was leading it anymore and
neither of you cared. You were holding
back way too long. Of course you had plans how you would like to made love to
him but they were all crashed in the exact moment when his lips touched yours. The
fact that he was so eager and seemed to want it as much as you did was making
you even more wet. You grabbed his shirt and almost rip it apart. He throw it
somewhere but instead going back to your lips he started making patch of wet
kisses down your neck. Clenching into his wide shoulders, you closed your eyes
and moaned. You felt him smiling against your skin and then his teeth slightly
nibbling that place. You traced your fingers down his chest, admiring every
inch of his skin but when you reached lower you dipped your fingernails into
his ribs and scratch him down through his stomach. He moaned in your mouth and
you decided that it’s definitely your new favorite sound. You wanted more- more
of him and more of those beautiful, throaty sounds of his. You pushed him
towards the wall but he wasn’t having any of it- before you knew he lifted you
and not-so-gently throw you onto the bed. He looked you in the eyes and slowly
unzipped his pants, you removed your leggings and lifted your shirt over your
head. You yelp after freeing from the
material- you haven’t expected him to be this close already. Sam kissed you
again and you melted into the bed.
– Stop teasing and bite me- you whispered and he did
so. Oh god. You could feel him everywhere- his scent, his lips, his hands and
his hot skin against yours, but not where you wanted him, needed him the most.
You were ridiculously wet. And then you felt his hand gently rubbing between
your legs… Your breath stopped halfway in, it felt good, so good, but dammit it
was not enough.
– I love how wet you are- he said, voice low, deep and
hoarse.
– Sam, for fucks sake, please fu…- you didn’t even
finish when he ripped your underpants off and started fucking you just then and
there, raw, without any warning. You screamed, but damn, you never thought it
could feel so fucking good. You both were wild and hungry for each other, scratching,
biting and fighting for dominance on-one would give. You were sweating, breathing
heavily and so was he, oh god, now his face was like… you run out of words for
this perfection. To be honest you run out of words at all, it was too good to
even think properly. You felt getting hotter, the tightening feeling in your
lower belly making you crazy and then you hit the strongest orgasm of your
life.
***
Dean walked down the corridor with few books in his hands.
– Nela, could you he..- he opened the door to your room
and freeze, seeing you and Sam, naked, asleep cuddling in your bed.- Well,
shit.- he turned around and quietly walked away trying to remove the image of
you two from his head.- Finally!- you could have heard him if you were awake.
– I mean,
come on! You can’t just break in, middle of the night, expecting me to hit the
road with you!
– You’re
not hearing me Sammy. Dad’s missing, I need you to help me find him.
– Remember
the Poltergeist in Amherst or the Devil’s Gate in Clifton? He was missing there
too. He’s always missing and he’s always fine.
– I can’t
do this alone!
– Yes you
can.
– Yeah,
well I don’t want to.- Dean looked up at Sam, catching him looking away. There
was a minute of silence between them.
– Why now?-
Sam asked, almost whispering.
– Because I
left you by yourself for two years, I wasn’t even contacting you! And I’m sick
of it! Sick of working alone, sick from being apart from you! Why can’t we just
work together, like we used to?
– Because I’m
done hunting, Dean. I wanted to go to college and lead a safe life, away from
trouble.
– Away from
me?
– No, it’s
not like that, you know it!
– Then come
with me this time, please, Sam.- the way he said that… it makes a strange bump
grow in Sam’s throat. He looked down, letting out a sigh and shaking his head.
After all this time, he still couldn’t say no to Dean.
– What was
he hunting?
***
They were in the car for few hours now, talking about everything and anything.
Damn, it was so good to be around each other again, it was so… normal. Dean
was driving, of course, he loved this car more than anything in the world and
he was right to think so. This car have always felt like home for both of them
and it was nice to be home, Sam thought. Suddenly, Dean pulled the car to the
side of the road and stopped.
– Why did
you stopped?
– It’s
late. I think we both could use some sleep now.- Dean said, avoiding Sam’s
eyes.
– Dean, I
know you are lying, tell me what is it.- Sam didn’t left his brother’s face
with his stare. He knew him well, despite what Dean might thought. He took a
deep breath and looked shyly at Sam.
– I wanted
to…- Dean started but didn’t finished. Instead, he moved closer to Sam and
gently place his hand on his brother’s cheek.- I wanted to tell you I missed
you.- He whispered while moving his face even closer.
– Dean, we
can’t…- Sam whined under his breath but he didn’t have a chance to say anything
more- he was stopped by his brother’s lips. They were soft, and hot and just
how he remembered them. Sam eagerly returned the kiss, pouring all his old
feelings into it. He knew it was wrong, he knew it well, but he was overwhelmed,
by Dean’s presence and his scent. He wanted the kiss to least for ever but he
broke their lips apart anyway.
– No, Dean,
we can’t.- Sam said, his voice slightly hoarse.
– Why not?-
Dean whispered still too close to his lips than he should be.
– Because
we are not teenagers anymore.
– I don’t
care, Sammy.- Dean said, a wild flash in his eyes. And then Sam felt a hand on
his crotch. He breath hitched. – See, you still like it, already getting hard
for me, and I haven’t done much, yet.- Sam closed his eyes, defeated and before
he could open them again Dean’s lips were on his neck and his hand started
working slowly at the front of his trousers.
– Dean we
can’t do it now, we’re on the case…- Sam said, trying out his last thought of
stopping Dean’s actions.
– Shhh… We
are always on a case.- Dean whispered into Sam’s neck and his hot breath made
Sam shiver. Sam was so lost in the sensations that he didn’t noticed when Dean
unzipped his trousers and touched him just through a thin layer of underwear.
– Oh god…-
he moaned quietly.
– You like
it Sammy, don’t you? You always did, little brother- Dean stopped nibbling on
Sam’s neck and without any warning moved his face down, towards his brother’s crotch,
kissing his hard outline. Sam couldn’t stop himself, bucking his hips upwards.-
Calm down Sammy, you will get what you want.- Dean smiled into Sam’s skin. He
took Sam’s cock out of his boxers and slowly kissed it, causing Sam to cry out with
pleasure he didn’t felt in a long time. When he finally took his tip into his
mouth, the warm wetness was almost too much, Sam almost forgot how heavenly it
feels. Dean kept sucking him into the heaven being the inside of his mouth,
into tight magnificence. His lower back was tingling making him focus all his
energy not to fuck Dean’s mouth. The highlight of this gorgeous minutes were
the moment when his brother started stroking him and sucked harder, hollowing
his cheeks. Sam was moaning and he didn’t care how loud he was, it felt too
good to think. And then he reached it, he saw oblivion and he knew, he’s going
to go with Dean on that case and maybe few other.
-Dude,
where the hell have you been?!- Sam jumped off the bed when Dean angrily
entered the room.
– I found
the bitch.- Dean snorted and throw his bag on the table with a loud thud. He
took a gun from behind his belt, sat down and started to reload it.
-Who? Dean,
what’s going on??- Sam asked, worried, they were on the case after all and when
Dean was acting like that, it was obvious that some shit was going on. Considering
they were dealing with witches, this couldn’t foreshadow anything good.
– I found
her and I killed her.- he said through clenched teeth.- And there I went to a
bar.
– That’s
good, right? Get this, she was the main witch of the local coven. Getting her
was the best we could do!
– Yeah,
yeah, I know… She was trying to curse or something but I guess she didn’t
managed to. Her friends are still around though.- Dean looked up at his brother
and… kept staring for a while…? He lick his lips subconsciously.
– What?-
Sam asked.
– I… I’d
better go clean the guns.- Dean cleared his throat and quickly left the room.
He was acting weird, Sam thought, however if he doesn’t want to talk about
this, there was no point in trying.
Dean was
out for way longer than just taking guns from the car. Well, he got his life,
isn’t he? Plus, it was Friday evening, he probably went for insights in the
field and met a girl. It was still a weird behavior anyway… Sam was in the
bathroom, shaving, when he heard the front door opening and closing. He stick
his head through the door.
– Dean,
what the fuck are you doing?
– Oh, that’s
you…- Dean acted like a child caught on stealing cookies.
– Of course
it’s me, who did you expected?
– No,
nothing, never mind…- he mumbled. Sam shrugged his shoulders, dejected.- Okay,
she managed to curse me anyway…
– What are
you talking about?? What course?
– I… I don’t
know. – Dean looked down, his face becoming slightly red.
– Of course
you know. You’ve been acting weird since you got back. Come on, you can tell
me.
Well he
could. Technically, he could. But this damn course… it was making him… think
thoughts. Sam was shirtless, only wearing a towel around his hips. It was…
distracting, very distracting.
– Dude,
please, could you wear your damn shirt??
– Yeah,
sure, why…?- Dean walk toward his brother, maybe a little bit too close
– Dude,
witches. Fucking witches, I hate them.- he whispered, looking at Sam, caressing
his face and bare torso with his eyes.- Look what all this is doing to me. I
feel like…- instead of finishing he just brusher a stand of Sam’s hair away
from his forehead.- What will people think of me suddenly blushing in front of
a man like a teenage girl? What would they thing when I looked at you the way I
wanted to look…- they were close, so damn close Dean could feel the warmth
radiating from Sam’s body. – I fucking hate witches for making me wanna kiss
you and… do few more stuff to you.- his eyes dropped to his brother waist and
the line where the towel began, he stroke his skin there. Sam shivered.
– Don’t…-
he whispered weakly.
– Why not?
I want it.- Dean purred. He slowly moved his hand down and lightly stroke his
brother through the tower.- Really, a boner after what I just told you?- Dean
smirk.- And you’re telling me to stop?- He slowly shifted even closer to Sam’s
face. Slowly, too slowly he connected their lips. The kiss was very gentle,
just sweet brushing their lips together, something that was never suppose to
happen. –Why?
FLASH.
He’s running away from same aggressive aliens.
FLASH
The inside of the TARDIS, light humming and soft lights of the control station.
FLASH.
Rose smile. Doctor laughs.
FLASH.
Mickey brings Rose her passport. He opened the TARDIS door and followed him in.
Mickey and Rose hugged, he glanced at The Doctor.
FLASH.
“Buy me drink first” says the Doctor. Oh Rassilion, he hated those situations,
he always has to turned them into a joke, although he suspected that The Doctor
might knew his weakness and keep teasing him about it.
He wanted
to grab these big ears of his and pull him to himself and kiss the living shit
out of him against the console, surrounded by the smell of this leather jacket.
Damn. Thoughts like this were making his blood considering going south which
was highly distracting. Oh Rassilion, he wanted to snog the Doctor to the
floor. This fucking leather jacket, he has dreamed of it few times already. And
that were inappropriate things he wanted to do to this jacket alone, NOT
SPEAKING OF ITS OWNER. He definitely got a new fetish now.
Jack was glad, that Rose was unaware what was going on in his mind it is hard (to
explain) and apparently some parts below his belt too. He was glad that she
didn’t knew because she wouldn’t let go and she’ll be teasing him to the end of
his days, maybe longer but thanks to this state of things, he was the one that
could tease her. It was obvious that she fancies the Doctor too.
Despite
everything, he has set a target for himself- he will snog the Doctor anyway,
somehow. Just one time, even if this will be the last thing he will do in his
life.
There was
Rose and The Doctor, always him and her. I can’t complain, I truly like them
both, however, when I met Rose I counted on something more. She was smart,
beautiful and in trouble- all the best things at once. Our first meeting, I
expected it to be much more…productive than it was, I still liked the adventure
though (Hypervodka being my last meal- this decision I still can’t quite
understand today). I thought she was a dream-like, until I met The Doctor. I’m old my friends, very old, but through all
this time I come back to that day with a smile. Well, that was the first day I
met him, however not the first time he met me, I think. He was outstanding! I
liked his face especially, when it comes along with the leather jacket. That
was my Doctor, but not Rose’s. I’m not saying his next face was worse, oh no!
Just…this one was the one I wanted, truly wanted, to buy that gad dammed drink.
Truth was, he was hard to get, but definitely wort it, if he wasn’t in love
with Rose already, I mean, who wasn’t back then? His smile was… delicious, I
know, I’ve tried it once. He was the one I wanted to play childish human games
with but also conquer the universe, honestly speaking, everyone he meat does.
I really liked that Martha
girl- she was very special, more than she or him could imagine back then.
Sometimes I feel like she was more of the Doctor, than his next face was.
Still, it was him, who brings stars into people lives, and so he did with mine.
I’m
gonna tell him his biggest mystery soon and it will destroy him. I know his future
now, he knows my past now.
I’m
old, very old but it was a good life. Rose made me who I am but he made my
heart what it is. I loved him but he choose Rose, like he always did. It was a
good choice, she deserved him and he deserved her.
I’m
wondering though, what the life could be, if I bought him that drink…
Rose Tyler and Tenth Doctor One shot Words: 1216 Warning:
major character death After Doomsday, Rose fell into the Void. Or didn’t she?
YOU HUMANS WERE MOURNING AFTER DOOMSDAY BUT YOUR
HEARTS WEREN’T TRULY DESTROYED! EXTERMINATE THE HOPE OF THE HUMAN RACE! THE
DALEK EMPIRE HAS RISEN! ROSE TYLER FELL AND THE DOCTOR IS DEAD!
He was the only one left in
Torchwood, the white room was quiet and empty. Doctor rest his head on the cold
wall in front of him, the Void was closed and this world was saved again. It
didn’t felt well, though, because he was there alone. Rose fell into the Void
with Daleks and Cybermen, which was worse than dying. At first he thought that
he wasn’t feeling anything, his mind was blank and his hearts felt empty, but
as the time flows even his soul began to broke. How could he?! She was back,
for him, she wanted to help and managed to do the best, but the lever went
loose. Rose, Defender of the Earth, brave girl, lovely friend and his best
companion. Human who saved him.
Now she
was gone because of him.
What a stupid alien bloke he was! The Doctor’s
anger began to grow- he threw her into deadly trouble (again) and naively thought
it’ll end up good (again). He was so stupid to be excited about all that
trouble…. Rose, his precious human girl, gone in the Void. He’s vision began to
blur- there was Pete’s world and she should be there, she would be at least
alive…
So
he was back into the TARDIS, same old life, saving the worlds. Alone. Trying to
convince himself that he was better that way wasn’t easy, because he wasn’t, he
had become even less careful so each time he got in trouble it was worse than
before and seemed that another adventure had gone wrong, terribly wrong. He was
trapped on the Daleks ship, although it was better, he was alone- there was no-one
to stop him but there was also no-one to suffer consequences of his bad
choices. He was the only one responsible for his actions and that was the only
bright side of the situation. His actions have always been reckless somehow but
recently he was even more dangerous to himself, getting in worse trouble every
time- not that he wasn’t searching for them, that was another truth. Sometimes
he was scaring himself- it felt like the War Doctor was back or even worse than
that and he was wondering if he still has the right to call himself The Doctor.
Really
scary thing was that he stopped caring about the consequences, although it
wasn’t like he would be able to commit genocide (again) but he definitely
stopped caring about himself. He was indifferent basically and this one tiny
part of his mind kept telling him that maybe he should do that long ago. After
battle of Canary Wharf something big and burning with every breath had grown in
his throat and stayed there, growing larger until it reached his hearts.
The
bright side was that now he was still undetected but probably it wouldn’t least
as long as he would like it. There were some prisoners on the ship and he
almost got in there, using his sonic screwdriver to open the door and entering
the great hall. There were some people, at least not as many as he suspected-
Daleks were always responsible for mass killings. This time it looks like…
leftovers or like the only small beginning for the bigger plan. People were
sitting in the corners, wondering around a bit, all of them strangely calm and
kind of absent. He slowly moved around but no-one really noticed him, it wasn’t
like the perception filter was on , they were somehow oblivious of his
presence. And then he saw a familiar face in the corner. Standing in the
middle, he didn’t know what was going on and couldn’t believe what he was just
looking at. That was Rose. One part of his mind knew well that his former
companion fell into the Void and there was no escape from there but Daleks were
here and so was she, so maybe there was another way. If Daleks managed to escape
from the Void, apparently so did Rose. A spark of hope set fire in his hearts.
It was Rose, she was there and she was alive! He ran towards her, not wanting
to give himself much hope, but here she was, he couldn’t help it. But then he
stopped, mid step. It was Rose, but on the other hand he wasn’t sure. He knew
her so well, he could sense a difference and it wasn’t the girl he used to
travel with. Her eyes were… blank and she didn’t reacted at all when she saw
him. First, it hit him, he expected her to at least smile, but she looked like
she didn’t recognize him. It was obvious, that surviving from the Void had to
change her but not like that. Rose finally focused her sight on his face.
– What happened?- she asked, her voice quiet, somehow soundless but harsh. She
sounded like an old, destroyed piece of paper.
– Rose…?- it was more like a question, like a prayer to some distant god, a
prayer for her, to actually be HER.- What do you remember?- she tilted her head
a bit, silently asking something he couldn’t read.- Rose, do you remember me?
– Doooc-tooor?- she ask and The Doctor shuddered from the sound of her voice,
not really sure whether she spoke, or the Dalek.
– Yes, yes, that’s me. C’mon we have to run!- grabbing her hand, like he used
to, he tried to run away but she didn’t even twitch.
– Aaare you the Dooc-toor?- Rose spoke again, louder.
– Shhh, we’ll talk later, now we have to go, please!- she didn’t move, her hand
was cold, dead-like. She was staring blankly into the room, not looking at him
and then her head moved, slowly, machine-like.
– YOUU WERE IDENTIFIED AS THE DOOOC-TOOOR- this time, it was nothing like her
voice, just the unpleasant screech, which he knew too well and didn’t wanted to
hear it anymore.
– Oh Rose, my sweet human…- he whispered. A tube with a Dalek eye slowly moved
out of her forehead- they haven’t turned her fully to set a trap for him, of
course. He walked straight into it, now the new Dalek was awoken and there was
no way out.- I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…
-YOUU WERE IDENTIFIED AS THE DOCTOR. YOUUU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!- Rose was
already gone long ago and he was old, very old and tired. Why not? Why keep
fighting when there was no hope? He is losing everything, every time The Doctor
and the Daleks meet. He is killing them, over and over again but they still
survive, slowly killing him instead, from the inside. They took his planet from
him, his family, his friend and now they took Rose, It’s been too long…
– Well, maybe it’s high time to do that. I have been trying to defeat you for
years, for centuries and you always survive, while I am losing everything.
Maybe it’s time to finish it for good.
She killed him and he let her because they were both already long gone. The
Daleks won.
I just wrote something to show you, that Doomsday wasn’t THAT bad 😉
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