Doctor Who: Facing the Ordeal
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milieva_ficsTitle: Facing the Ordeal
Characters: Rose
Rating: G
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60damnprompts: 60 days in the life of Rose Tyler: Day 53: Rome (Table)
Summary: Rose’s knowledge of Solomon’s practices is not helping calm her uncertainties about her future.
<< Previous : Day 52 : Time
She didn’t sleep well that night. Every time she shut her eyes, her nightmares appeared before her in stark reality.
Too many times the subjects of the inquisitions had traveled to Rome never to return, or even be heard of again, and Rose had a feeling she was destined to join the ranks of the forgotten.
She was already one of the “defiled”, as some called those who bore the children of an “Other”.
There was little reason they wouldn’t drug her and cut the baby from her womb. A child with as spectacular DNA as the one she carried would be coveted by all branches of the organization.
After the first few hours of insomnia, she wandered down to her baby’s nursery and deposited her bulky self into the rocking chair. The gentle pinks and greens of the room did little to calm her nerves. If anything, that only made them worse.
The worst thing she could imagine was coming home with nothing to show for her labour, no baby to lay in that cot.
It was barely dawn when her mobile rang. She jumped when it did, having completely forgotten she’d carried it with her, waiting for the warning that she needed to dress because it was time for her to be picked up for her flight.
Thankfully, that was not the call that came.
“Hello?” she answered.
“It’s been taken care of,” Victor stated enigmatically.
Rose knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to comprehend him.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve had a long talk with Father Guiliano. We’ve both agreed it would be better to wait for you to go to Rome until after you give birth.”
With a heavy sigh, she sank back into the cushions of the rocking chair. For the briefest of moments she hoped her supervisor had arranged that she never travel to Rome regarding her pregnancy.
The first inquisition had come to her.
Torchwood had all the facilities to keep track of anything they wanted recorded. Aside from the bulk of Solomon’s authority residing beneath the Vatican, there was no reason for her to venture to the continent except on holiday.
“If she passes…” Victor began.
“We both know that even if she passes, I’ll have to register her,” Rose spat. “She’s alien and everyone and their mother knows that.”
Victor gave a defeated sigh. He’d been pleasant about the entire ordeal, even kept her on when it didn’t look good for their unit.
“You sound tired,” he said finally.
Rose grumbled, “I’m always tired.”
“Rose, as you boss, I am recommending you get some sleep.”
“Don’t you dare give me that drivel I hear from my mother about needing to do it for the baby. She’s fine. I’m fine, perhaps a little tired and sore, but that comes with the territory.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” She tugged on the edge of her dressing gown, contemplating everything that he’d done for her. “Victor?”
“Yes, Rose?”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, go back to bed.”
She couldn’t help but smile. At the very least she could say she did have friends in this world.
“ Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”
Victor laughed as she hung up the phone. She hoisted herself out of the rocking chair and waddled out to the hallway. As tired as she was, the walk back to her own bedroom seemed insurmountable, but the siren call of her pillow was more than enough motivation.
Sleep did sound like a wonderful alternative to the traveling she’d anticipated for the day.
Next : Day 54 : Hope >>
Characters: Rose
Rating: G
Prompt:
60damnprompts: 60 days in the life of Rose Tyler: Day 53: Rome (Table)Summary: Rose’s knowledge of Solomon’s practices is not helping calm her uncertainties about her future.
<< Previous : Day 52 : Time
She didn’t sleep well that night. Every time she shut her eyes, her nightmares appeared before her in stark reality.
Too many times the subjects of the inquisitions had traveled to Rome never to return, or even be heard of again, and Rose had a feeling she was destined to join the ranks of the forgotten.
She was already one of the “defiled”, as some called those who bore the children of an “Other”.
There was little reason they wouldn’t drug her and cut the baby from her womb. A child with as spectacular DNA as the one she carried would be coveted by all branches of the organization.
After the first few hours of insomnia, she wandered down to her baby’s nursery and deposited her bulky self into the rocking chair. The gentle pinks and greens of the room did little to calm her nerves. If anything, that only made them worse.
The worst thing she could imagine was coming home with nothing to show for her labour, no baby to lay in that cot.
It was barely dawn when her mobile rang. She jumped when it did, having completely forgotten she’d carried it with her, waiting for the warning that she needed to dress because it was time for her to be picked up for her flight.
Thankfully, that was not the call that came.
“Hello?” she answered.
“It’s been taken care of,” Victor stated enigmatically.
Rose knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to comprehend him.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve had a long talk with Father Guiliano. We’ve both agreed it would be better to wait for you to go to Rome until after you give birth.”
With a heavy sigh, she sank back into the cushions of the rocking chair. For the briefest of moments she hoped her supervisor had arranged that she never travel to Rome regarding her pregnancy.
The first inquisition had come to her.
Torchwood had all the facilities to keep track of anything they wanted recorded. Aside from the bulk of Solomon’s authority residing beneath the Vatican, there was no reason for her to venture to the continent except on holiday.
“If she passes…” Victor began.
“We both know that even if she passes, I’ll have to register her,” Rose spat. “She’s alien and everyone and their mother knows that.”
Victor gave a defeated sigh. He’d been pleasant about the entire ordeal, even kept her on when it didn’t look good for their unit.
“You sound tired,” he said finally.
Rose grumbled, “I’m always tired.”
“Rose, as you boss, I am recommending you get some sleep.”
“Don’t you dare give me that drivel I hear from my mother about needing to do it for the baby. She’s fine. I’m fine, perhaps a little tired and sore, but that comes with the territory.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” She tugged on the edge of her dressing gown, contemplating everything that he’d done for her. “Victor?”
“Yes, Rose?”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, go back to bed.”
She couldn’t help but smile. At the very least she could say she did have friends in this world.
“ Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”
Victor laughed as she hung up the phone. She hoisted herself out of the rocking chair and waddled out to the hallway. As tired as she was, the walk back to her own bedroom seemed insurmountable, but the siren call of her pillow was more than enough motivation.
Sleep did sound like a wonderful alternative to the traveling she’d anticipated for the day.
Next : Day 54 : Hope >>
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Date: 2010-06-10 06:56 pm (UTC)I'll start from the beginning this weekend, but these two chapters are just deliciously dark and angsty ... can I ask if there is a hope for an (at least semi-) happy ending?
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Date: 2010-06-11 12:09 am (UTC)As a warning there are a few prompts missing in the middle because I finally got frustrated with working of the prompt table in order. I started writing them as they came, because three years on, I would like to be finished with this story.
In a way, no there is not a happy ending. Not for this particular story, at least, and the plot line for the series (because it is a prequel to another fic) merely gets darker before it gets better. There are happier stories once the Doctor gets Rose out of Pete's World, but that takes some time yet.
There are some silly happy stories later in the plot line, as I tend to fail at writing in a linear fashion. The rest of the very long baby!fic series can be found here at its own master list.
I actually toy with the idea of commissioning you to do some art for the series, but I always wonder if I should wait until all the children are officially written.
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Date: 2010-06-12 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-14 04:27 am (UTC)