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20 April 2008 @ 10:43 am
In A Flash, In A Moment - Chapter 1  
Story: Doctor Who, Season 1
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: Light R
Word count: 938

This story is set straight after "The Parting Of Ways" and, in case it doesn't come through (I wrote this up fairly quickly) it is supposed to be a combination of a dreamscape/psychic connection between The Doctor & Rose. My idea was that Rose retained some of her powers and forged a permanent bond between herself and The Doctor so that they could communicate somewhat telepathically in dreams. Plus, even more impossibly strange than alien worlds, the landscape of the imagination.

Companion of the world.
I am a companion of the world.

"Everything" is perfect,
               As itself.
Because "everything" is itself.

~Shaun Apple

She was spinning. Going nova. Ten billion suns transposed into the body of a woman. The fiery sword of heaven delivering final judgment.

When Rose woke her face was flushed red as though with fever; her skin dry as parchment. Images swam in her mind’s eye. Strange words came back to her like a torrential rain on a devastated waste of drought. There was a white hot pinprick of fire at the base of her sternum that never left her now. When she closed her eyes she could taste ozone. It was a feeling that faded in daylight. In activity. Only in the dead of night. Only alone did it return. Though, she knew, it had never left.

            Rose placed a hand over the place. At any other time she felt herself abandoned. Cut off from him. But here. She felt him here with her. Inside.

            Where are you? She reached out into the darkness, projecting her words outward, into space. She fingered the fabric of the universe and threw it back like a curtain. Oh yeah, that was a new talent.

            There was a faint sliver of light. It glowed golden like a single drop of honey falling endlessly down. It never stopped. It simply shone. An amber jewel. That’s what she thought Heaven was like.

            Except she could hold it in the palm of her hand. In her soul. It was a single glistening gem.  And It melted on her tongue like maple sugar. Like dew.

            And the raging fire within exploded out, cresting into the darkness to meet it’s refrain in a glorious rhapsody of starlight and butterfly kisses and fireflies. Yeah, she breathed, like a thousand thousand fireflies.

            He appeared out of the corner of her eye, a leaf dancing over the rings of Saturn, with a grin from ear to ear.

            My Doctor, the thought echoed across the vast expanse.

            My Rose, he reached out to her an she ran over moonlight to be caught up in his arms.

            I never told you. I—I never told you I love you, she smoothed her hands over his face, tears streaming.

            You did. You said it a million times with blazing eyes filled with glory. Rose, you said it when you came back, he lowered he forehead to rest it upon her own; she brushed her nose against his pointed one.

            I underestimated you. Never happen again, his eyes twinkled. A wellspring of laughter bubbled up like champagne around them. And when they had laughed themselves giddy he kissed her for the second time. She hadn’t been sure he would be solid. Or she. But here he was filling her with his breath. Here he was tangling fingers in her hair and kissing her as though he could never get enough.

            It wasn’t but a moment that they fell, sun shining so bright she thought she was blind. Falling so fast she gasped for oxygen. And then—soft. So light. So delicate. They landed upon the petal of a flower—though of what she couldn’t say.         

            It’s so big, she gasped.

            You’re so small, he breathed.

            Where are we? she asked.

            Caught up in a flash. In a moment.

            It’s not long enough, she gripped him to her. Buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder. He kissed her hair.



I know, he said. He cradled her against him. Holding the pulsing energy of life contained within the body of a human girl. Marveling at her ability to call him here. He could feel something more within her now. A spark. A flickering light left over.

He could hear her thoughts tumbling over and over like waves against the shore. Her joy. Her grief. The love that reached out like the wing of a dove toward him.

Oh Rose, he said. He lifted her head to find her eyes. Her face was wet but she smiled at him. A sunshine smile. Her lips found his and she clasped her hands around his face. He thought she tasted of ocean spray. Or the fog that rolls in over London. But somehow still like Rose.

So like Rose. Even as they tumbled down upon the flower’s petal he could hear her.

Tell me.

His lips were at her throat. At her breast. But he could hear her.

Tell me.

She pushed him away. Pushed him down. She slid up. Over him. They barely breathed and then—encompassing him. He gasped as she rose and fell. Her dark eyes held his captive even as her lips molded to his. He let his hand travel down her skin between them as she moved.

I love you, he said. I love you, Rose. I love you.

She was the sun setting over the ocean. The willow reaching down toward deep water. For an instant—for a lifetime. They were a single entity within the cosmos. Above every atmosphere. And below every sea. Her breath caught as he moved with her. And they both cried out at the end.

Their skin sparkled and they both began to fade.

            It’s still here, she closed her eyes drawing his hands to place them over the hollow beneath her breast. Inside me.

I know, he held her tightly against him breathing in the secret scent of her hair.

I miss you. She became insubstantial. Like starlight pouring over him.

I never left you. Her lips pressed his in their final farewell and he heard her whisper.

I know.

oneloveonelightoneloveonelight on April 20th, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC)
This is awesome, absolutely awesome. Seriously. I think everyone should write fanfic like this, right after they watch an influential episode that has touched them, before the magic of it fades away a little. That’s when you really get into the heart and spirit of things, when you’re still feeling those emotions and you’re in that magic window of that moment. Absolutely wonderful.

And *squee*, they consummate their love! Even if it’s in a dream. But that also goes back to a conversation we had earlier about wondering if some dreams are really dreams or are they possibly more? I like to be a bit on the romantic side and venture that SOME dreams are a little bit more. And yes, that’s me with the whole astral projection thing. I’m undecided on what is real or not real regarding the “supernatural” but I do believe in astral projection. (Once you’ve experienced it, you’re like, WHAT THE FUCK?! That’s NO dream! It’s been a while for me, at least a year since the last one. I know, you think I’m nuts. I can elaborate later if you like.)

But, anyway, back on topic, you could venture to say that’s what’s going on here with the Doctor and Rose. She has held on to some of that power and has gained the ability to easily astrally travel in her sleep and connect with the Doctor immediately.

And even though the Doctor is back (albeit a different body), she still misses the old Doctor as she knew him and I think this is a wonderful way to have him back in that sense. It’s also a way to gain access to a part of him that he doesn’t allow Rose to have access to during the day. During the day, he somehow closes himself off a bit. It’s a protection mechanism of his, I’m sure of it.

Ok, you made me a bit misty-eyed again. Damn it. ;)
salymander on April 20th, 2008 07:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you thank you thank you! I'm so glad you liked it. I was worried, I'm so self-conscious about my work. I'm a total perfectionist, you know. Anyway, I'm always worried about making a story too flowery or then I'm worried its not detailed enough, so I go back and add more. LOL! Sometimes I rush through dialogue while it's running through my head and then I have to go back and add what facial expression and tone of voice and then I'll be right in the middle of writing one thing and I'll be like OMG and jump down 5 lines and write the end or something. I'm not organized when I write.

Well it is definitely supposed to be real, not ONLY a dream. My idea was that they're souls kind of got together even if their bodies didn't. And while I didn't want it to be like she could visit him any time she wanted, I wanted them to share a moment. I almost had him say something like, "you can't keep coming back here." But then I just had her acknowledge that she knew he was changed at the end, and that she accepted it. But that she wanted that one moment with the HIM that she already knew, ya know?

I don't think you're crazy or weird. I've had a lot of friends who have believed they met real people in their dreams. One thing you have to know about me is that I love magical stuff. And even though I don't think it's real, I think if something is real for you, it's real. That's all that's really important. And I don't claim to know the ins and outs of spirituality. I think it highly likely that there's more to the cosmos than I know, I'm not THAT arrogant. LOL

Making people cry, etc--best compliment ever!
oneloveonelightoneloveonelight on April 20th, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
It truly is a great piece, I loved it. And I'm self-concious about my work too. I have a few (only 3-4) old Buffy fan-fics that I wrote a few years ago which I think really captures the essence of what the characters would say and there's some cool moments but I'm afraid to post them anywhere. Like I'll re-read it and I'm like, "Ok, no, that's stupid". I posted one once on a fan-fic community and NO one commented which soured me from writing fan-fic again. I WANT to write again (yes, Doctor Who or TW fanfic, not sure which) But I need a good chunk of time to just sit and write without interruptions and I usually don't have that. But if things slow down at work eventually, I might do a little writing and take extended lunch breaks doing so.

Anyway! And no, I never thought it was just a dream (Did I write that? I didn't mean it that way). Anyway, my that's exactly what astral travel is - actual soul travel. So, yeah, that fits! That's perfect, really.
salymander on April 20th, 2008 07:54 pm (UTC)
Hehe, I used to write at work too.

Ok good, wanted to make sure it all came through. It's hard to know how your work is being interpreted. YAY!
Angelaequivocal_muse on May 15th, 2008 11:44 pm (UTC)
Wow, tingles! I like your writing, and will read more soon. Thanks for sharing!
salymander on May 16th, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
Thanks! That's really sweet, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I should warn you against my Harry Potter fics though, in case you don't enjoy slash.
<lj user="butterfliedgsr">: ten/rosebutterfliedgsr on May 24th, 2008 06:31 pm (UTC)
Ooh, this is really lovely and fantastic.
salymander on May 24th, 2008 06:33 pm (UTC)
Aaw, thanks :)

The rest is actually on here. I didn't want to spam the Comm, but you're free to meander around if you like.