Fanfic Station

last sunrise in the wasteland, by Shaedan

A tragic, angsty fic of how Thirteen would handle being able to interact with Rose, one last time.

i'm on my own, you're at the beach hundreds of miles away, by thelemonisinplay

Rose only has 36 hours in her universe to solve a problem, and then she's heading home. Angsty lovely closure.

'cause I followed my star (that's what you are), by quantumshade

Lovely little one-shot, where instead of regenerating into Ten during the Christmas Invasion, the Doctor regenerates into Thirteen.

A Door Once Opened, by BlueMargaritasAndYum

Rose comes back, but she's got a wedding to attend to, and what better way to do it, then have the Doctor be her fake girlfriend. Super sweet, soft fic that I loved.

Back Here in Another Universe (After All You've Been Through), by regenderate

Fantastic reunionfic one-shot, that I have no notes for. It ate that up.

Pink and Yellow Roses, by CupofSonic

Another by CupofSonic! Multi-doctor one-shot, ultimately ending with a thirteenrose reunion. Beautiful prose and an excellent understanding of the characters.

I'll Take You There Someday, by Allamarain

You want Thirteen pining after Rose, even after thousands of years? Look no further than this angsty hurt filled one-shot that breaks your heart in the best of ways.

The Reason (Is You), by MarbleHeart

Featuring two of my favorite tropes: Thirteen looking like Rose for a reason, and a reunionfic! Gorgeous fic!

Heal Thyself, by Allamarain

I love Tentoo as much as the next person, but what if he was too much? What if Rose couldn't fix him? This explores that, in the first longer form story yet on this list!

One Ring to Bind Them, by CupofSonic

Multi-doctor fic that has them mourning over Rose, until suddenly, they don't have to mourn anymore.

You're So Northern, by MiJasmine

What do I need to say about this? Short, soft, fluffy reunionfic!

i had a feeling so peculiar, by tablox

Love the hints of Bad Wolf throughout this one! The Doctor is searching, but can she find Rose? Reunionfic

Here I Love You, by Maiden_of_the_Moon

A desperately mourning Doctor talks to sixteen year old Rose in a club. ANGST fest galore, but beautifully written.

It's Me Here, Riding A Light Through The Universe, by Allamarain

What if Rose had never met the Doctor until she was twenty three? This story explores that! Another long form fic by Allamarain that I THOROUGHLY enjoyed.

You Will Find Me Time After Time, by mltrefry

This is seriously one of my favorite thirteenrose fics ever. When the stars never went out, Rose was trapped in the other universe, but now, for a completely unrelated problem, she has returned. Will she meet the Doctor? Another longer one!

When The Chaos Calls Me Out, by Melusine0811

Thirteen follows the ache of a broken bond to Pete's World, where she finds Rose alone and hurting, the Metacrisis nowhere to be found. What's an alien to do? Longer form, and absolutely brilliant!

i wished on a star (it brought me you), by rcsetyler

Broken and alone in Pete's World, Rose tries to find the one person to lessen her grief. A wonderful reunionfic.

come on, come home to me, by nounpolycule

Short and sweet reunionfic of what might've happened if Rose was stranded in the same place the TARDIS had stopped.

Pertinacia by lumidaub

The first incomplete and first comic of this post, but don't let that dissuade you! This comic is gorgeously drawn, with just the right amount of ridiculousness. Very excited to see where lumidaub takes it next!!

your bouquet of golden roses, by lifeitself

Also incomplete, and unlikely to be finished, but truly one of the most gorgeous and well written pieces of media that I have had the fortune to consume in the past few years. The last chapter is a decent enough stopping point, and the story and prose itself are so so worth it.

a collapsing star, by sunshinemachine

A little twisted and convoluted in the best of ways, this is an angsty one-shot that will keep you on the edge of your seat!

No More, by Singing_Siren

What can I say other than a masterfully executed reunion one-shot!

World in Flux, by withthekeyisking

Rose takes a bit of a unique path back to her original universe, but she muddles along the best she can, hoping to eventually find the Doctor. Great one-shot!

Interwoven, Entangled, by regenderate

Multi-doctor fic showing how Rose fits in with the rest of the Doctors, featuring one of my very favorite hcs, Bad Wolf as Disability!

forever (wondering if you knew), by sherlgrey

No Rose Without a Thorn by morningsound15

Can't believe I didn't rec this the first time! It's the fic with the most kudos under Thirteenrose, and for a good reason! Multi-doctor fic that has Tentoo changing alongside their alien counterpart in the alternate universe.

No Beginning and No End by BlueMargaritasAndYum

Sweet, fluffy multi-doctor fic where every time they regenerate, they go in to buy a new wedding ring, except they keep going back to the same store, sometimes multiple times a day.

when i lose my head, i lose my spine by tablox

I was so so privileged to read this as it was updating, and oh, what a magnificent story @tablox has spun for us. Set right after space jail, with a more realistic look at how thirteen might've reacted after being alone for over thirty years. A story about healing, about forgiveness, about reunions, featuring the TARDIS as a prominent character and Bad Wolf as Disability, two of my favourite things.

It Ain't the Being Alone by thegirlwiththeblush

Sweet, slightly sad closure with a pre-Doctor Rose having a conversation with Thirteen in a park. Gentle and kind and beautiful.

ephemera by tablox

I almost cried reading this one. Painful, unrequited love from both Yaz and Thirteen, but yet there's something so heartbreakingly beautiful about it all. Just Thirteen remembering Rose, thinking about what could've been.

These Old Bones by little_librarian

This is actually a part two to a series, and while I thoroughly enjoyed the first part, the second part is what truly struck a chord with me. Quiet grief and sadness, with Graham knowing too much, and Thirteen remembering.

Stolen Time by The_Lady_Siuban (Explicit)

Thirteenrose is lacking in explicit fics, but this one is lovely! Thirteen and Rose meet in multiple dreams, but it soon becomes obvious that these aren't just any dreams.

And as a reminder!!!

Pertinacia by Lumidaub

Still incomplete, but truly one of my favourite thirteenrose fics, the art is absolutely gorgeous and the amount of nuance and emotion that @lumidaub is able to capture in each panel never ceases to amaze me. I can't wait to see the plot unfold, as well as marvel at the worldbuilding, as it's some of the best I've seen for alien worlds! I get giddy when it updates, and highly, highly recommend it to everyone.

Finally, I feel weird about reccing my own fics, but here are a few of my fics that I'm the most proud of.

hold on tight to my memory, darling

My most popular Thirteenrose fic to date, and weirdly enough, the first one I ever wrote, back before I'd seen any of the show. I do think it stands the test of time and hindsight. Taking the fam back to Sheffield, the Doctor runs into someone she never thought she'd see again.

a rose for everafter, a flower for now

Hanahaki fic featuring enough self-loathing to choke on, as well as Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and ending with a reunion with Thirteen. Something I really enjoyed writing as well as getting to see inside the heads of each Doctor!

snarling heart, aching teeth

Now this? This is my magnum opus, my masterpiece, and I don't know how anything can top this. A Werewolf Rose-centric piece focused on her feeling of otherness, her confusion as why she doesn't fit into the life she thinks she should have, and her growth through and beyond the Doctor. Contains an epilogue featuring some tooth-rotting Thirteenrose fluff. Please read the tags and the notes if you are interested, as it contains some themes that might be triggering!

chasing you through the trails of time

A bleeding police station without a single cop in sight. Rose could hardly imagine the state of things during an actual emergency. In fact, she blanched to even consider it and instead craned her neck to peer at the clock.

Just past midnight. Her shift had run over thanks to her closing partner calling out sick with no replacement and leaving her to fend for herself. That meant mopping floors and locking doors in the eerie dim of the town’s one and only supermarket by herself, then running to catch a late bus to the stop two blocks down from the station all in the hopes of getting some stupid paperwork filed.

She clutched the documents in question a bit harder, crumpling them in her fist.

An hour. Her bones aching, head stuffed with cotton, teeth set on edge, and exhaustion pressing her further and further into the hard plastic chair that was already doing numbers on her lower back. With a deep sigh, she resolved to give it a few minutes. Just a handful more before she called it quits and took the next bus home to collapse in bed before waking up early to catch the only bus in again.

She thought she’d left public transit behind with London, but things could never be quite that simple. Apparently, neither could filing papers with the police.

Rose looked back at the clock. Her grace period for the South Mercia Constabulary had come and gone, leaving her with nothing but crumpled forms and a full-body ache to show for it. She stood with a stretch, making to leave and try again on her next, rare free day.

When the door next to the front desk suddenly slammed open, banging into the wall hard enough to dent, her tired soul nearly left her body. She spun around so fast, her trainers squeaked loud on the linoleum, drawing the new arrival up short.

He was a cop, certainly. Had to be with the way he came barging out of the back like he owned the damn place still dressed in his uniform of the day: an unironed suit and a poorly done tie. It hung off his tall, lean body like a shroud, the dark colors complementing the wash of stubble on his gaunt face. Large, dark eyes blinked at her with a mixture of confusion and exhaustion.

Rose barely gave him more than a once-over before the fires of rage stoked fully in her chest, clearing the defeated fog she’d let settle not moments prior, and she directed it all on the first soul she’d seen in the building.

“You!”

“M-”

She crossed the room in a few strong strides and stood nearly toe-to-toe with the officer, causing him to stagger back half a step. Although he had a good head on her in height, she towered over him in presence, and his instinctual retreat was enough to spur her righteous anger further.

“D’you know how long I’ve been waiting out here? An hour! A whole hour, just sittin’ in the waiting room of this bloody station. D’you know why?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but Rose didn’t give him a chance.

“Because there aren’t any police in the whole damn place,” she gritted out through clenched teeth.

The victim of her ire clicked his jaw shut and let out a long sigh, his now furrowed brow darkening his entire countenance. It was probably meant to be a warning, but Rose paid it about as much attention as she had been paid that night and barreled onward.

“All I need to do - the only thing - is get these stupid forms filed-” She waved them in the air with a furious crinkle. “-so that I can charge the twat who decided I was the type of person to lie down and roll over after a hit-and-run. Totaled my bloody car in full view of multiple people and the insurance company is still making me press charges on his reckless arse so I can maybe afford to get another used car that’ll give out on me in a handful of months.”

She took a deep breath, puffing out her chest.

“And now, when I finally have the time to get down here, there’s not a single copper in sight! Not one! In a police station! I mean, what if I had an actual emergency, hm? What if someone came in here bein’ chased or- or-, I dunno, trying to report a violent crime, and all they were met with was an empty front desk and that God-awful art piece that’s been slowly melting my eyeballs for the last sixty-three minutes. And yes, I’ve been counting, while you’ve been back there doing God knows what an’ are you seriously the only cop in this entire building? Because that’s just irresponsible. ‘Serving the public’, my arse.”

The last word came out as more of a growl as a few strands of hair slipped from her hastily tied ponytail and fluttered in front of her eyes. She blew them out of the way, breathing heavily as she began to come down from what had to be the most cathartic rant of her entire life. Anger still simmered in her stomach as she refused to break eye-contact with the police officer who, for all intents and purposes, seemed to be equally determined. 

Over the course of her speech, his exhaustion had sharpened at the edges into annoyance, now pointed to full-on frustration as he glared down the end of his aquiline nose at her. Deep brown eyes bore into hers as he inhaled sharply, his narrow shoulders tensing.

“Did you ring the bell?” he asked with a tested measure of calm.

Rose blinked at him for a moment. For one, she was caught off-guard by his rich accent, gruff Scottish only made thicker by his anger. Secondly, that wasn’t the first thing she’d thought he’d say. Something about knowing her place, showing up to the station at a reasonable time for a matter so trivial. Anything that would give her an excuse to launch into him again.

Instead, she simply swallowed and readjusted her footing. “Yes. I did. Over and over till my ears were damn near bleeding from the sound.”

He faltered slightly, briefly darting his attention past her as he racked his brain. Trying to remember. “Hm. Must not… have heard,” he muttered after a moment.

Rose tossed her hands up. “Great! Good to know you’re so attentive on the job! Would love to be in a real emergency with you, put my life in your hands, see how those brilliant observational skills measure up in the field.” 

A bit unfair, she knew, but she was still upset. Goading him gained her some small measure of satisfaction, a sick sense that her efforts weren’t entirely wasted that night, so when his scowl deepened, it only sparked her more. When he leaned in closer, she was practically on the tips of her toes to glare right back.

“Did it ever occur to you, in the middle of your ‘holier-than-thou’ speech, that I have been workin’ and that’s why I didn’t hear the bloody bell?” he snarled. “It’s not even my job to man the desk in the first place. I’m a detective, not some low-rate field officer takin’ call his first few months out of the academy. Clearly, you don’t know how-”

“Ohhh, so you’re a detective, then?” Rose interrupted, crossing her arms. He wasn’t gaining any ground pulling rank, especially not tonight. “Care to explain, Mister Detective, why you don’t have someone out here mannin’ the desk at all times? Doin’ their job, like they're supposed to do? Still a failure on your part to make sure people are where they need to be and the work gets done. And y’know where that leads us?” She flung her arms out, encompassing the whole dingy reception area in a head-rolling look. “Right here!”

With that, he finally took a step back and broke their childish staring contest, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger with a short sigh.

“Fine,” he relented, letting his hand drag down his stubbled face. “I admit, there should definitely be someone there. That’s… that’s an oversight on somebody’s part, but not my responsibility. An’ it sure as hell doesn’t give you the right to come in here, barking up a storm-”

“Barking?!”

“-cos you feel slighted by the system. It’s shite. Trust me, I know it’s shite. It’s designed to let the least deserving win while everybody else is stuck behind to lap up the mud.” He gestured loosely over his shoulder, back towards the desks barely visible past the front reception. “You get left behind cleaning up the mess others made ‘cos there’s no one left to do it otherwise, no one left to…” 

He trailed off, blinking as clarity returned to his tired eyes. His hand drifted up to press against the left side of his chest for a second or two, another frustrated sigh slumping his shoulders as he worked to reclaim a clear head. It was obvious he’d veered away from speaking in reference to her, steering too far in the direction of revealing, and now he was struggling to course correct.

Rose felt a strange pang of guilt behind her ribs. She dropped firmly back on the heels of her feet and chewed at her lower lip, already missing layers of skin thanks to the anxious hours leading up to this. 

Maybe, just maybe, the detective and her were in the same boat. There’s no way anyone in their right mind would want to stay here this late unless ordered to do so, and this man - smelling strongly of black tea and printer ink - seemed no exception. She adverted her gaze to the tiled floor, only looking back up when he spoke again.

The detective settled with his hands on his hips, frustration slipping back into his posture. “So what now? Gonna have another go at me? Go on then, I’m sure you want to. Best to get it out of your system now than bite the head off the next poor fool who walks in here unprepared.”

There was a long few seconds of silence as Rose stared at him and he stared back. Again, neither party yielding, but with a decidedly more tired tone. Neither of them wanted to be here, Rose reminded herself. She took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m sorry.”

If her goal had been to surprise him, she had succeeded in spades. His eyes widened briefly in shock, hands slipping back to his sides as he stared. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, more firmly. Swallowing her pride, she managed a weak smile. “Just ‘cos I’m getting shafted by the universe tonight doesn’t mean I have to drag you down with me. You don’t deserve that. I just… all I wanted was to get these filed.” The papers crinkled lamely as she raised them. “That’s it. But now I’ve gone and screwed that up too,” she admitted with a tired laugh. “Stupid hit-and-run drivers. Making everyone’s lives worse.”

It had been her mantra for as long as she could remember. To see it still hold true all these years later turned her stomach.

The detective simply stared at her, his expression unreadable. He took a deep breath and held it in the top of his lungs. For a second, Rose thought he was winding up to shout, tell her to piss off and quit bothering him. Instead, he let it out in a deep sigh, the fight draining from his body along with the tense lines of his posture. His slim form almost folded in on itself and the shadows under his eyes seemed to darken as he dragged a hand over his scruffy jaw. 

He looked tired. Unbelievably so.

Deep, sad eyes darted over her features one-by-one, quick and distant. Wordlessly, he held out a hand.

Rose stared at it, blinking. What was he-

With another sigh, he gestured with his outstretched hand towards the papers still crumpled in her fist. More than a little confused, but certainly not questioning it, Rose hurriedly pressed them into his grasp before he could change his mind.

The detective began to flip through the claims, quickly darting over line after line of wreckage description, insurance information, and - at the back - a full page of photos. His eyebrows lifted slightly when he reached the end.

“Shafted is an understatement,” he murmured after a moment.

Rose chuckled softly on an exhale, the closest thing to a laugh she’d had all night.

He looked up past the paper. “Look, Ms…”

“Tyler. Rose Tyler.”

“Rose Tyler.”

Courtesy of his accent, he cradled the vowels in her name and rolled the ‘r’s delightfully. Rose had always thought her name alright, if a bit plain, but it sounded different coming from him. With the faintest curl of her lips, she tilted her head expectantly.

He cleared his throat. “Um, DI Alec Hardy.”

Rose nodded. Not bad. “Nice to meet you, DI Hardy.” She offered her hand, anxiously biting the inside of her cheek.

For another long moment, all he did was study her, looking between her face and the extended olive branch. The silence dragged on so long that Rose considered dropping the point, but DI Hardy reciprocated, taking her hand for a firm, if hesitant, shake. His slim fingers were cold to the touch, although that was far less interesting than the simple wonder she found in how well his hand fit in hers. Fully clasped, it was like two puzzle pieces snapping into place with all the appropriate satisfaction.

Her small smile grew fuller. Still close-lipped, but brimming with warmth as she met his somber gaze. Something in the way his brow furrowed impressed an odd confusion, but he returned the gesture with a stuttered nod. He quickly dropped her hand and looked at the papers again.

“Right. I’ll get these put away for you. They should be processed within the next few days, if anyone around here bothers to do their bloody job.” The last bit was muttered under his breath, a bitter afterthought that caught Rose’s ear and sparked a strange mixture of amusement and guilt. He had been doing his job and she’d been the one to storm up, teeth bared, to drag him down with her.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “And… I’m sorry. Again. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Neither did you.”

It was unclear whether he was referring to the crash or his attitude, but either way the gesture was much appreciated. Before she could say another word, however, DI Hardy was already darting away, yanking open the door to the back and re-appearing behind the front desk. He pulled out a filing cabinet drawer, wincing when it screeched, and started rifling through the papers organized in dry manila folders. 

Apparently, the conversation was over.

Rose bit back a sigh. Strangely, she trusted the detective to be true to his word and knew that this was the end of her police station troubles for the evening. But something odd kept her glued to the linoleum, her attention still fixed on the detective even as he kept his focus firmly on the task ahead.

Now that they weren’t caught in the heated throes of misunderstanding or the awkward fumbling of apologies, Rose was able to get a good look at him. Whereas before, his tall, slim figure merely seemed a quirk of his physicality, she could see it slipped beyond that. His suit hung off him in a manner ill fitting. His cheekbones sunk to create dark shadows in their wells that were only out-paced by the bags under his eyes. Shuttered and cold, not from apathy, but from a careful facade of control.

And when he shut the file drawer, he leaned against the cabinet for a moment, letting the full weight of his tired body rest in his palm. He could barely hold himself up.

Alec Hardy was pushing himself to the brink.

Rose knew the look. A few years ago, it was all she’d seen in the mirror.

Potent sympathy made her ribs ache and she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She didn’t know the man. She knew his name and what very little she’d gleaned from their brief conversation, but that was barely enough to begin to understand him. It must’ve been madness, then, that made up her mind, though she knew at the end of the day it was understanding, plain and simple.

“DI Hardy.”

He turned to look at her with one eyebrow raised, sharp and pointed. A bit annoyed that she was still here, perhaps, and definitely not trying to hide it.

She wasn’t deterred. Rose steeled her resolve and rooted around in her coat pocket for the Sainsbury's receipt from her morning milk run. She strode up to the counter, determined, and borrowed a blue Bic from the pen cup, one with a snapped clip and a chewed cap. It didn’t matter the state, so long as it could write.

 Rose quickly scrawled her name and number in her most legible handwriting. With a slight shake, she held it out to DI Hardy.

If he’d been surprised by her sudden apology earlier, he was completely stunned now. He stared at it like he’d never seen a piece of paper before in his life and his jaw worked soundlessly as he clearly tried to compose a question.

When Rose realized he wouldn’t take the receipt without some sort of explanation, she quietly sighed.

“If you need someone to talk to.”

Another long moment passed. Perhaps it was exhaustion getting to them both, but it seemed Alec Hardy was fond of tense pauses, letting the pressure build between them until it reached a breaking point. That was met when he carefully took the paper from her hold, the tips of their fingers brushing. He yanked his hand back just as suddenly, eyes fixed firmly on the paper instead of her.

Finally, DI Hardy nodded once, an acknowledgement and perhaps a thanks wrapped up in one curt gesture.

Rose let a quiet breath of relief escape her tense lungs and nodded too, already backpedaling towards the door. She debated throwing him a final goodnight, but decided she’d long since overstayed her welcome.

She felt his eyes on her back as she slipped out the door and, as the midnight chill swept through her bones, Rose wondered if he really would call her. She doubted it. Still, only tomorrow could tell and right now, all she wanted was her bed and a few hours of blissful solitude.