#loupettes

hello loup!! this is so tough oh my... once again i'm lamenting my lack of organization, haha. i need to find a better way to save fics... apologies in advance, this will probably be long!

so, i might just be blanking, but i'm not even sure how many single episode rewrites i can think of with Eleven--a lot of them are either full series rewrites OR original plot + a "Day of the Doctor" rewrite at the end (yeah... here's one called "Time Rewritten" that's also Eight/Rose where Rose wakes up in Eleven's TARDIS with no memory and then gets stuck in the Time War, and here's one called "Three Doctors and a Baby" from the fantastic Tentoo/Rose and Eleven/Rose series Consequences, and another Time War one called "Battle in the Sky" that's mostly EightRose but ends with Day of the Doctor and Time of the Doctor... it's a good trope!)

that being said! the rewrite I go to most often for pure joy is "Until The End" by mltrefry, which is part of the "Run with You" multi-series rewrite. Specifically for Eleven's chunk of the series, I love "Vincent and the Doctor" (chapters 9 and 10) as well as.... I honestly think this is either original or maybe an EU takeaway, but there's an Eight/Rose and Eleven/Rose episode called "Before the Worst" (chapters 11 and 12) that I ADORE. This series also has Eleven show up in Blink in a previous fic which is incredibly sweet.

honorable mentions that came to mind:

there is a single episode pairing rewrite of the astronaut duo by no_nutcracker that i just read! ("if i believe in One thing")

there’s also one “i’m at odds and ends but that’s me” by CupofSonic if you like OT3 (tentoo is still here)

i absolutely refuse to read this one ever again because i am emotionally traumatized but here's the god complex ("in blackwater woods")

"when the wolf runs" is fantastic angst-with-a-happy-ending that isn't necessarily a rewrite but certain episodes are addressed and redone? essentially, Rose is woven in to Eleven's overarching plot really well and it's a great fix-it for River as well

i know this fic from the series "Tyler Family Adventures" has an Eleventh Hour rewrite at the very least; it's Tentoo/Rose at first and they actually semi-raise Amy growing up, but it shifts to Eleven/Rose when... well, you can probably guess.

"Out of Order" by lastincurableromantic also pops in on some canon adventures without doing full rewrites! we get a tiny glimpse of Venice and post-The Big Bang at the Pond wedding at the very least

How do you want to die?

Looking at Peeta

Are you scared of spiders?

Nope! I used to pick them up and put them in my uncle's room when we were kids (he loved it)

Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Always forgetting

Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

...........no

Is cheating ever okay?

Nope not really

What makes you happy?

you tbf (🤢)

Would you change your name?

It took so much time to answer because I went for my paper copy that miraculously arrived to me from eBay (two of other DW novels I ordered got lost somewhere, unfortunately) and went through my bookmarks.

Aww! Truth be told, I don't think they would have discussed the kiss but I suspect that that kiss wasn't the only one to happen in canon (we just haven't seen all of them and we were robbed!) The kisses happen not regularly, no, but they aren't nonexistent, either. The Doctor is very careful after each kiss, and Rose doesn't mind that the Doctor and her do not speak and do not define their relationship.

Favourite parts? Well well well.

The one where Rose jokes about the Doctor's almost-elephant-bride? "Had she already packed her trunk for the honeymoon?" Hilarious.

Ummm, the Doctor talking to the statue of Fortuna and saying to that statue "Rose is prettier than you". SWEET.

"Anyway", the Doctor continued, "you know what? My Fortuna, that's you."

*swoon*

Ahhh, the part with the astronomy! Where the Doctor calls Rose "typical Taurean" and she can't believe him! The nerve of him! Ha-ha!

The sweet part where Mickey is a volunteer at the museum and he is shy about it...and Rose kisses him on the cheek and tells him: "Yes, 'cause being a nice person is so uncool, isn't it? You old softy."

Their friendship is precious.

And the kiss. Oh, the stupid, wonderful, brilliant kiss that reverses us fans into a puddle of feelings. And she says "Wotcha" afterwards, and he says "Hello", and it all starts with "Hello" again...

Bonus: the part where the Doctor meows at the peacock in the Gracilis' garden. He's so daft!

I will say though, one thing that becomes tricky with tracking engagement is how we, as authors, engage with our commenters. I don’t always have time to engage with the comments I receive, even if I read them. And how awful is that! I’m reading people’s comments and not thanking them for them! It’ll take me a while before I’m able to get back to everybody, and I may have even already posted another story/chapter before I engage with the last, and that’s the way I see it with readers — they just don’t always have the time to engage. It’s a wonder they still come back! Anyway, it doesn’t mean they don’t appreciate the story, just as I always appreciate the comments I don’t always engage with right away, if that makes sense?

Basically, your stats brain is magnificent (!!), but it can drive you mad — statistics are hard facts but they’re not the whole story. Be kind to yourself Ashley! And merry Christmas! X

Oh yeah, I try my best to avoid looking at stats for a few days post-update 😂 My brain is pretty good with numbers and simple stats, so I can glance at the hits count and know how many folks read my latest update, and I can convert a ratio of that to how many comments. Like you said, I’m really good by now about recognizing what is “average” for my stories/chapters, which makes it glaringly obvious when a chapter or fic does poorly.

I do my best to engage with each commenter after each update, though this past month has been incredible hectic that I’m perpetually a chapter behind with comment replies 😅 And I totally understand that life gets busy for readers, and there are some weeks when they just won’t get around to reading until the next update is posted so they’ll just read them both in one shot. I get this, it happens to everyone. I recognize all of my usuals, and I love seeing their names in my inbox 😍

My main gripe is with the 95% who never say anything 😂 Like, are y’all robots?? So I need to somehow program a Captcha “I am not a robot” verification??? 😂 (I’m mostly joking… but then again, am I? 👀 🧐)

Anyways, it would just be nice if the silent 95% engaged with what they read. Like, if the average is 5% engagement, could you imaging what simply doubling would do to an author’s confidence and self esteem??? 🥰

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, One-Sided Attraction, Pining, New Year's Eve, Jealousy Series: Part 2 of New Years Eve Summary:

“Do you have any new years resolutions?” She whispered nervously.

His beloved coat from Janis Joplin.

Bananas.

The possibility of ever being ginger.

Those little hospital shops.

As the Doctor hides away in a dark alley in a place he once called home, he takes in the feeling of the snowy wind against his face. He remembers just a few Christmas’ back when he stood just a few feet away with a Rose Tyler who took his hand.

Edible ball bearings.

His psychic paper.

All his trainers.

Just down the road he can hear voices, familiar voices he instantly recognizes. They talk about a car breaking down, something about dating a mechanic, something about finding someone out there one day. His hearts stop. Even standing this close to their flat, he hadn’t actually expected to see her. Wasn’t sure he could handle it.

His heightened senses.

His telepathic abilities.

Then she’s there, right in front of him. That perfect blonde hair, those pink cheeks, those soft lips. He gets just a glimpse of her before she passes him by.

And then with the worst of luck, the Doctor feels a strong pang take over his body. “Ugh,” he bends over, unable to keep the pain within his lips.

“You alright mate?”

His eyes dart up. It doesn’t matter that he’s still in an immense amount of pain. It doesn’t matter that he’s moments away from bursting into flames of energy. It doesn’t even matter that she doesn’t know who he is. All that matters is that she’s talking to him, looking at him, seeing him.

His sonic screwdriver.

“Yeah,” he answers quickly.

“Too much to drink?”

“Something like that.”

His extensive knowledge on the universe.

“Maybe it’s time you went home.”

“Yeah,” he pretends to agree. How could she know he wasn’t already home just by being here with her?

His superior physiology.

His respiratory bypass.

“Anyway happy new year,” she gives him a small smile, an ordinary one – if there is such a thing as an ordinary Rose Tyler smile.

“And you,” he returns.

She turns away, heading for the door of her building. His hearts stop beating, as if her existence was the only thing grounding him to life in that moment.

His servitude to time.

“What year is this?” he blurts out in spite of himself. This was dangerous, this was a bad idea, this was something he would warn every one of his companions against. But the second she turns back around and her face is once more in his view, well, he knows it’s a risk he’ll never regret taking.

His regenerative abilities.

His non-domestic life.

“Blimey, how much have you had?” she gifts him the smallest chuckle.

“Oh.” Just enough radiation to kill a planet, he adds in his mind.

The safety of two universes.

“2005, January the first,” she answers.

The safety of every universe.

“2005?” he asks. He laughs to himself as he sees the briefest of annoyed looks pass over her face. It would only be a few months before strangers would be giving her that same look. He wonders if she will ever think of this moment when she’s the one asking. He wonders how long this memory will last in her mind. He wonders if she’ll ever realize it was him in that memory.

He notices her waiting, as if she’s expecting him to continue. Of course there are a million things he wants to say to her now.

No one gives hugs like you. You’re hand is my favorite to hold. I wish I never had to leave you. You saved me. You made everything better. You are the most important being in my life. I will always believe in you. Even if I live to be infinity, I will never forget you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Rose Tyler, I love you.

But he can’t say any of that now. So with the most bittersweet of smiles, he gives her a promise instead. “Tell you what, I bet you’re gonna have a really great year.”

And even though he can’t tell her what he wants to, and even though it tears him apart knowing that he will never again have the chance to share any of it with her, and even though he can’t help but feel a deep regret boiling down in the pit of his stomach… it’s worth it. Because in that moment Rose gives him the smile he’s been longing for ever since that day on Bad Wolf Bay. That classic, toothy, joyous grin he likes to think was only ever reserved for him. His hearts melt.

“Yeah?” she asks, her eyes shining nearly as bright as they did when she rescued him on Satellite Five.

He only gives her a quick nod of confirmation as he studies her face one last time (or is it one first time?).

The TARDIS.

Then as if it were any other day, as if she knew she would see him again tomorrow, she tells him, “See ya.” And with a newly found hop in her step and that smile still plastered all over her face, Rose turns back to go inside.

This time the Doctor doesn’t stop her. He wants his last memory of Rose, and her first memory of him, to be that smile. If he has to say goodbye to a Rose Tyler who doesn’t know who he is, this is the way it should be.

He watches as she pulls the door open and runs inside. He watches as she glances at him one more time, wondering what she’s possibly thinking. He watches as she disappears into her future and his past. He feels his smile fade with each further step she takes away from him. He feels the pain blossoming throughout his body again, stronger than before. He remembers it’s time to get back to the TARDIS, and reluctantly he pulls himself away from the Powell Estate.

All of the rest of time and space.

Oh man, the pressure! <3

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