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After her computer posts with "Carl Norman" Rose hurried back to her dormitory in a rage. The cool air calmed her, however, and she decided to do another thing first. She hurried to the owlery and quickly copied out two identical notes.

Doctor - There's this bloke called Carl Norman, and he's saying he's another Time Lord. He's mad as hell and sick and evil, and is there something we should do? And can you just tell me the whole story about the Time War? I really need to know

Love, Rose

After a few seconds of deliberation and crossing-out, she sent them off, and then returned to the room to sulk and rage by herself.

Date: 2010-11-23 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com
It was such a terribly human thing. To give a small comfort with one hand, then to leave you raw and hurting with the other. The force of her words staggered him as much as any physical blow.

He looked at her mournfully. "No. It wasn't all right. I tried, Rose. I fought so hard. I talked, I threatened, I begged, I screamed.. and it was all for nothing. I had to end it. I couldn't let the whole of creation get dragged into the war and lost forever."

"I can't ask you to understand. It's too much, and I won't tell you all of it. There are some things that should stay buried," he tried giving her an affectionate smile and started for the door. His hands were shaking, he was shaking all over. He had to get out of there. He couldn't breathe..

Date: 2010-11-23 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com
He would not fall apart in front of her.
Forcibly, he tamped down the memories of the war and smiled wanly. "I know, Rose. You're the only other one who knows what happened. I'm.. glad it was you."

He hesitated at the door and reached for her hand again. "He was my best friend and my greatest enemy. Please be careful. I'd be lost without you, Rose Tyler." In a similarly impulsive manner, he raised her hand and brushed his lips across the inside of her wrist.

Date: 2010-11-24 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com
His smile was a little more real this time. "You know, we never did make it Barcelona. We should do that."

His hands were a bit steadier this time as he opened the door.

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