#rosetotherescue

“Well, that was--that was because...if I didn’t say it, then it maybe it wouldn’t really be over.”

Basil approached the woman slowly, eyes narrowing as he tried to work her out. “Are you a visitor or a new prisoner?” He asked her, taking the seat next to her. It was lunch hour, and Basil had been wandering around on his own as usual up until now. He didn’t normally see other people on their own - prisoners generally stuck together in groups. 

He dropped both pieces of the twig, letting them fall to the ground. “And now they’re useless.” 

“You were worth far more than that.”

“Merry Christmas,” the Doctor told Rose as she opened the door.

When she opened the door the ghost of the smile appeared on his face.  “Hey, they are having one of those Christmas Celebration things.  Thought you might want to see it, with me.”

“Oh, believe me, I would. One touch from that and I’m space dust. But someone handcuffed me here and took my sonic. It’s over there.” He pointed towards a table on the other side of the room. A collection of objects surrounding the sonic. From handcuffs, to jelly babies, to a single plastic flower. The content of his pockets. A pile of junk, really. “-If you’re going to help me, hurry. If not, just hide. I’m too important to them to be eaten - well, right now, at least. But you -- they’d kill you without a second thought.”

     The TARDIS lands with that familiar whine, the destination      an old, familiar place; the hope... his Rose.       His port in the storm, always exactly what he needed, a       comfort in his darkest hours, a relief in his time of pain.      Maybe, he thought, they could be together just a little longer      this time. Just a little longer than however long it took for her      to pull him out of the darkness, maybe she’d hold him a little       tighter, let him listen to her heart for another beat - or two -       touch him in the way only she knew.                He had missed her.                             TERRIBLY.                           He always did.      He stood at the console, waiting for those doors to creak       open, waiting for his pink and yellow girl to rush in with       that beaming smile, hug him just a little too tight (not that      he minded) and make it seem as if like heartache was all      too easy to erase.