{ -- This is my love song to you

"Because its cool" 

His latest attitude was as such, and as he fixed his bowtie and pushed another car down a racetrack, the timelord examined said Blue box, a small array of wires and such trailing from the ajar doors, powering the various electronics of his clock fixing store. Flipping open a small laptop on the counter, he hammered away as the blonde continued to remark on his new home. “Well of course I have a clock room, I’m a timelord. This is my fixing clock shop! Well, Clock fixing shop, toy store, playground, hammock emporium, fashion advice building and historical museum, but Time Turner is less of a mouthful, and saves time and words. Until I find a way out of this pandora, I’ve got to save as much time as I can!”

She lifted a stool and started jabbing it around, leading the timelord to unwisely recall an array of unwanted memories from his previous two generations. She did mean the world to him, Rose Tyler. Not to mention she was the only thing in the universe he had ever believed in. But, burying his guilt in work and childish attitude, the 11th Doctor smiled softly at the sight. "Well, maybe. I wouldn’t recommend it though, as long as you’re in here you’ll smell look and seem like a timelord, so that large angry human eating creature won’t even remember you existed! Don’t ask, I’m trying to figure it out now"

"Now I’ll have you know that I have never pointed a gun at you with this face on, so completely irrelevant event to bring up in defense of you carrying a weapon. Though, I suppose I did blow up an entire legion of cybermen a few months ago…..again, completely verified due to events that were taking pla- Oh don’t bring up the devil, blimey, you’re just as bad as River"

      "A clock room has nothin' t'do with being a Time Lord, though maybe you should wear a few watches. For a 'Lord'a Time', you've made a few mistakes on timing, haven't you?" A meaningful glance was sent the aliens way, so many instances filling up Rose's mind from twelve hours turning into twelve months to 1860 Napes becoming 1869 Cardiff and, of course, missing Elvis in New York to get her face stolen the day before the Coronation of the Queen. Sure the TARDIS was built for six people, that had nothing to do with said mistakes. Looked like someone needed to go back to school. Or at least re-read the manual, if he had ever read it in the first place that is.

      "Time Turner though, reminds me of Harry Potter." She turned on her heel at that, one hand up, index finger pointing at the ceiling before the angle changed to point at the Doctor. "Did you know they don't have Harry Potter in Pete's world? J.K. Rowling's like a...waitress or somethin'. Thought you might appreciate that little tidbit. John didn't but..." The blonde trailed off, loosing herself in her thoughts, her memories before turning around once more, not wanting to continue on that particular topic, all that it wrought within her.

      "Smell'n look like a Time Lord?" That caused dark brows to lift in a mixture of confusion and appreciation. "Right..." Rose drew out the singular word, pulling out, elongating the single syllable before giving a nod of her head. "Well, when you figure it out, tell me, yeah? Maybe you could bottle it or somethin', imagine all th'good it could do with Jack's Twisted Giants runnin' 'round out there tryin' to eat people. S'like a Poe retelling out there." A shake of a fair head, lips pulling down and out at the corners in an exaggerated grimace at the mere thought.

      "S'only a matter of time, I bet. The gun when you wore leather, you pro'bly pointed dangerous things at me all the time when you had pinstipes..." As she spoke, Rose ticked off her words on her fingers absently though, in all honesty, it was better when the things were in the Doctors hands rather than enemies- less probability of her getting fired upon, or so she had liked to believe. "Cybermen, though?" That wasn't a pleasant thought, the tin men being right up there with Daleks now on her list of 'Things that were supposed to be gone but apparently were not.'

      "I thought they went into th'void..." Her brows drew together and her face grew worried, saddened. After all they had caused, all they had done...they had still been out there? Was everything been for nothing then? The attempts to save the world from invaders but the invaders had stayed, part of her couldn't help but feel a bit bitter; she herself had been sucked away, sent away twice but still they survived despite their best efforts, her very real brush with death, another moment or two and she wouldn't have survived anywhere. Of course, there were several things she wasn't exactly fond of but Cybermen, Daleks...the very top of the list, like cockroaches, they were. You think you're rid of them but there they still were.

      "They're gone now though, right?" Her voice was small, face downcast, back towards him but no, no that wasn't right and she cleared her throat of a nonexistent blockage as if to implant the idea that that was why her words had come out in such a way and once again she was facing him. "The Cybermen, I mean." Rose wanted to inquire about the Daleks as well but that was a question that did not flow from her lips, was hopefully kept from her face. So many years apart, him and her, no her wouldn't be able to read her as well as he used to once upon a time.

      Light eyes caught sight of the bird as it flew in, following the toy planes and the woman fell silent, remained silent for moments passed, hands finding the pockets of her windcheater- no longer new, instead it was worn, the purple shade fading and luster decaying. It would be so easy to buy a new one but she had been through so much with this one, from jumps years ago to travels to a little pink plus, the blonde just couldn't bring herself to disregard it, something that was as much her as anything else. She had gone from pink and yellow to pink and yellow and purple, with a little black and blue for good measure.

      "Did you make...Polly...?" She questioned, lips pressed tight against the urge to ask if Polly wanted a cracker but there was another inquiry pushing at her mind, the seal of her mouth as she found herself stepping closer, closer, closer still to stand next to the Doctor and his laptop- he really had changed, hadn't he? One time, there was only one time that came to mind when searching her memory banks on 'Doctor' and 'Computer', the whole Torchwood thing not quite counting seeing as how it was a video chat and not him actually using it. Of course there might have been other times she hadn't been privy too, she might have lived with him on that blue ship but they weren't together all the time on their adventures- hell, it seemed like they were separated the vast majority of the time.

      "Who's 'River', then?" Rose continued, a curious light in her eyes as her attention switched back and forth between the Time Lord and the laptop, head tilting slightly and fair hair partially obscuring her visage. It had grown out since the last time they had met, longer still then when they had first met, another thing to add to the lines around her eyes, eternal callouses on her palms, frame thinner yet, all things bought in exchange for that very first run. "Donna not enough for you, you had to bring on another person on a first class trip 'round the stars?" The question had a teasing lilt to it before a thought hit her and she turned on her heels, amber hues searching the area.

George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

"Oh don’t you start I just dived down a giant titan throat to make sure you didn’t go out like a club biscuit" he remarked back, tweed jacket flailing on his form as the mad man skidded around another corner.

Really there was no other reason he had stepped in other then Rose Tylers imminent demise. Not that he would ever say it, but the Doctor would have never tried to find her again under any other circumstances, in fact she was one more thing the 11th was on the run from. One more string of guilt filled memories that he simply ignored and dashed away from, sprinting across time and space to leave behind.

But the immediate chain of events had forced the alien to reveal himself to the blonde once more, and apparently leave her incredibly surprised at how insane he had become. To be fair, he was always a mad man with a box. Now it was just incredibly more obvious. Listening to her rant on about this and that, part of him loved the moment. Just running from death, keeping one step ahead of sudden violent demise once more. 

“Really though, do you have a plan? ‘Cause I kinda threw my gun at that…thing-"

"Don’t think you’re getting away with that by the way! Really Rose, a gun?" 

Spinning around another turn, the Timelord spotted his location. The Clock tower he had converted and fixed, and within it the only structure that the giants would leave alone. The entire building was soaked in temporal residual energy from the TARDIS being within it, powering the obscene amount of toys and clocks within the building. Hearing the echoing thuds of the Titans footsteps grow closer and closer, the Doctor pulled another remote from his coat and started fiddling with the buttons, before spinning to face Rose and the Titan that was hot on their trail.

"Come on Nixon, lead the army to battle!"

The next event that took place in a series of impossible events, simply would have left anyone who saw it frozen in confusion. The doors and windows of the Clock tower flung open, and two small toy figures of Richard Nixon and the Queen of England waddled out, before both raising their little wooden arms to point at the giant monster. And immediately after. Hundreds of toy planes flew from the tower, all simultaneously crashing into the Titan relentlessly.

Now, to be fair, they were toy planes. There was no way that they would kill the creature chasing the two, or even knock it down. This being said, five hundred and sixty seven toy planes repeatedly slamming into your face could not be simply ignored by anything. And it wasn’t ever intended to kill the large monster, simply buy Rose enough time to get to the safety of the TARDIS within. And it was doing exactly that, the Titan beginning to flail its hands wildly around to try stop the onslaught of tiny fighter pilots dying for the country of the toy Nixon and Queen.

"This is the best plan I’ve ever had! Oh I always wanted to do that, look at them! Go my little tiny planes, go! Bring that giant down! Fight for Queen and Country, and all of that fancy stuff you toys fight for!"

Unfortunately this plan had a tremendous side effect. The Timelord was now completely distracted, his 11th self having a fascination with toys and the like. So, completely amazed at the sight of over five hundred toy planes he set up battling a giant like the movie king kong, the Doctor was standing half way across the street towards his clock tower, gazing up at the scene in awe.

            Rose wasn't quite sure what it was she was expecting to come out from the doors of the clock tower she had been led to in their escape, but it was not a myriad of toys. Toys of all things, two figures of the Queen and Nixon and helicopters though, really, she shouldn't be so surprised given who it was who called them all out. An army, the Doctor had an army at his beck and call, his disposable battalions...the blonde didn't know whether to leave them to their assignment or sit down and play with the figurines. Yes, if what she had already witness hadn't announced how glaringly different this face was to the others she had known, this would do it.

      She couldn't picture either faces- leather jacket or pinstripes utilizing toys like this. Whether that was a good thing or not, though, the woman had yet to figure out but as she watched the hundreds of toy planes launch themselves at the giant like a scene out of a movie she couldn't help but be at least semi-entertained. Really though, it was brilliant. The thing would eat the two figures, one human and the other a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, and be done with it. If it ate any of the toys, there would be more to take their place.

     But now wasn't time to be admiring the sights as both Rose and the Doctor were doing and, remembering herself the woman darted forward towards him. Generally when a lot of things attracted a giant in both cinema and real life the giant tended to stomp around, or fall with a crash to the ground and she didn't want to be open ranged. He may have the ability to regenerate but the former companion did not and she wasn't so keen on giving up her life right now, thank you very much.

      Hand securing around the Time Lords wrist, Rose towed him behind her as she ran to the still open doors of the clock tower, spinning around to push him from the back so that she could make sure the doors were shut securely behind the pair. The giant was, well giant. A closed door wouldn't do much against it if the intention was to get in but it would add a little sense of security for the blonde and right now, that was what mattered.

      "Y'know...I'm not even gonna ask why you have so many toys on you." A simple statement spoken blithely, a hint of a smile that had no right to be there tugging at the corners of her lips before it was tamped down and she spun away from the doors. A move to step forward before she jolted herself to a stop in a motion that reminded her of that day all those years ago. "Hello Mister. MaGoo..." The words are breather out as honey eyes take in all that was around her. Clocks everywhere, ticking in unison yet without a sound, a toy train winding around and- were those planets?

      "Th'Time Lord has a clock...room?" Rose questioned, more to herself than to the Doctor, an incredulous smile on her lips before she shook herself out of it and started moving once more. Yet another thing she didn't have time for. "In response to your earlier statement; don't give me grief 'bout the gun. I know you don't like them, n'neither do I, y'know." A brief glance towards the male as she moved about, eyes searching, searching, searching for something, anything that could be used to protect herself and the Time Lord.

      "You know full well they can come in handy- look at the Devil." Another glance, this one pointed. "After I nearly died for the fifth time during my jumps, it became mandatory for me to have one at all times- which came in handy when I crossed the void'n found you, y'know. Killed a Dalek an' everything. Didn't have a problem with it then, did you?" Hands found a stool and she lifted it up, jutting at it like she was fighting a lion. 

      "Think this'll work against that thing?" Honey eyes returned to the Doctor for a brief moment before she set it back down. No, no it would probably splinter before it became of any use. "Besides, you've used guns yourself. I remember you pointin' one at me, once upon a time." Granted the thing that was intended to be in the cross-hairs wasn't her but the Dalek behind her but still. She had been in the direct line of fire that day in the underground bunker, half sure for the second time during that trip that she was moments away from death.

      Her words hit a break as her eyes landed on a shape that was all together familiar yet foreign in their time apart and Rose wondered how it had not been the first thing she had noticed upon entering the tower.

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"Definitely had better ideas"

In contrast to what the masses might have thought, the Doctor had not gone all the way to the stomach. He couldn’t. Whether it was his plan or not, the Titan could not successfully consume a Timelord, he just wasn’t human and the anatomy, upon realizing this, immediately had begun to reject him. So, as he had a mildly slippery grip on the interior of the throat, the timelord begun to pray that Rose Tyler would do what all humans did best and shoot the threat to her life.

And sure enough, a shot flicked past his head and embedded itself in the wall of the Titans esophagus. “Oh Rose Tyler I could kiss you!" he said, before reaching around to tug at the bullet.

His plan, though slightly changed by the fact that he couldn’t go all the way to the stomach, was to jump in, bank on the theory that the giant creatures anatomy would reject non human DNA and immediately throw up the Doctor, releasing Rose Tyler in the process. Back up plan 2 was to take the bullet, load the slingshot with it, and successfully fire it from within the large monster to trigger its gag reflex and exit abruptly through the way he came in. So, sure enough, the Doctor begun to carry out plan two, aiming carefully, while attempting to remain wedged in the throat.

"Wait, do these things even have a gag reflex?" asked the mad man to no one in particular as he fired, the bullet bouncing around the roof of the titans mouth before successfully findings it mark. The question was answered immediately, as the Doctor found himself thrown forward by bodily fluids. Retching and gagging sounded far louder when you were inside, so it seemed.

He had no idea what it must have looked like from the outside, a giant naked human suddenly overcome with the violent urge to throw up whatever it has swallowed, but his plan came to an astounding success as he soon found himself face first on the ruined cobblestone of the town.

"Out of all the places I thought you’d appear, I can be entirely honest in saying I never once thought I would be diving down a giant naked humans throat to save your life.

….Scratch that, that was possibility 2567."

Hearing the retching Titan behind them, the Doctor turned, gazed up at the creature, then back at Rose. Whether he was human or not was irrelevant. That rather large monster would definitely try to eat Rose. But if the Doctor could be ignored, maybe it would ignore the TARDIS. 

Leaping to his feet, the mad man flicked his hair from his face, shook his body violently to try free some of the more chunky parts of Titan vomit and took a moment to examine Rose properly.

"Rose Tyler…defender of earth…I never thought I would have to say this to you ever again…..

Run."

     As to why it was throwing up, Rose wasn't sure. Had that meant she had actually managed to hit something? Had she potentially managed to save the life of the madman who seemed to have a death wish and yes, right on time, there he was sliding free and oh the smell. Whoever thought vomit from a regular creature smelled foul had obviously not been very well near the splash zone of a creature that was well over a hundred feet tall or at least seemed so from her lower perspective.

     "That's...disgusting..." The blonde muttered, skirting backwards as a chunk of unidentified...stuff...landed too close for comfort as her attention focused on the bloke covered in more. Needless to say, she did not envy the trip he had just endured. When she was younger she had used to entertain the thought of what it would be like to be eaten, had enjoyed the exhibit at the museum that let you experience it first hand in a larger than life model more times than Jackie would have preferred- however she had never thought about what it would take to escape the body. Now she knew.

     Hand still covering her mouth, her nose, Rose prepared to give a muffled response to words that didn't make sense coming from a strangers mouth when he spoke once more. There it was again, her name followed by a title few people at home knew about, one that had not passed her lips once since arriving in this strange new world against her will. But...how...?

     Dark brows drew close as honey eyes widened before narrowing and she peered at the male covered in naked humanoid puke, turning on her heel to watch as he darted past her after saying a word that, while it would seem so simple to most everyone else, signaled so much for her. A beat and then-- Oh you've got to be kidding.

     At once she was off like a shot, surprised induced stupor thawing and her feet working hard to take her away from heaving creature behind her that would probably want to continue on it's quest to devour morals that would be better as toothpicks seeing the save difference and closer to the running man ahead. Rose hadn't expected to see the Doctor again. Not again, not ever. Not after their last goodbye. There hadn't been a need to try and see him again after her second trip to the cold beach in Norway, perhaps a want or two in regent months but not enough to try it all over again. Never enough, not again. But there he was all the same.

     "You know...m'pro'bly never gonna forget this." The woman huffed out once she had caught up. Regular exercise just didn't match when you were running for your life though all the same Rose loved it though now she was pounding the pavement empty handed in more ways than one. "N'I'm pro'bly gonna make sure you remember this for however long we're both still here."

     The proper time to be talking? Probably not, but it was better than running in silence with the alien she had once pledged her forever to. They had both changed even further since their last encounter, he more so than her if his new face was any indication. He seemed even younger too, a fact Rose wasn't quite sure if she appreciated or not, what with her own advancing age. Not quite fair, but perhaps that was the woman within her. "Thought you were mad before...Leather'n Pinstripes had nothing on this you."

     All at once a thought hit her and her attention returned to the gangly Time Lord. "Are we running towards anything in particular or are you just...wingin' it?" Either way, the woman figured that she would like to be in the know this time. She had been beyond startled when the Doctor dropped himself straight into the humanoid's gaping mouth- something she definitely would have liked to have a heads up on just for sheer surprise factor- but then again, had he ever been good at divulging his plans ahead of time? No, chances were he never announced them in her memories because he never had plans, just...winged it all the time.

     It really was a miracle he hadn't run out of regenerations yet, wasn't it?

fangirl challenge | [1/10] female characters - Rose Tyler