Doctor Who: Through the Glass (Epilogue)
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milieva_ficsTitle: Through the Glass (Epilogue)
Characters: Ten, Rose, Martha, Jack, Mickey, and various Tylers.
Rating: R
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sciathan_file, who no longer wants a creative tagline.
Disclaimer: Only a small handful of these characters belong to me.
Summary: Upon trying to return Jack to his team, the TARDIS falls through a tiny gap in the universe, taking its pilot to the woman he loves. But Rose’s life has been fraught with hardships and peril, and her future has hung in a delicate balance. Could the Doctor’s very arrival tear the threads that have been holding her together?
Previous Chapters
Epilogue
Martha and Jack stayed aboard the TARDIS for three more days after their venture into the other world.
Everyone simply slept the fist day, the strain of their ordeal having taken its toll. Even the Doctor rested for an extended period of time, falling asleep for a handful of hours, much longer than he normally did.
The second day, Jack and Lily assisted with repairs to the TARDIS, Jack helping with the heavy lifting and Lily helping with the more delicate connections.
Rose still slept.
Martha kept vigil over her new friend, not completely assured by the Doctor’s statement that Rose would be fine once she rested.
“She slept for nearly two days with Lillian,” he told her. “Not that we knew that was her problem at the time.”
On the third day, Rose finally appeared in the doorway of the kitchen while the others were having breakfast.
“She’s risen from the dead,” Jack teased.
Rose rolled her eyes and dropped into the nearest chair.
“How are you feeling?” Martha asked.
“Like I’ve been run over by a bus,” Rose groused. She turned to the Doctor to ask, “Do you have more of that tea onboard?”
“Oh! Of course!”
He bolted to his feet and dashed out of the kitchen in the direction of the med bay. Jack put the kettle back on and took Rose’s favourite mug from the cupboard.
Lily slid her plate across the table and vacated her seat, so she could climb into her mother’s lap to finish eating her breakfast. Rose smiled and stroked her back, more relaxed and happy than she had been in years, even if she seemed to be in pain.
The Doctor reappeared quickly with a large jar.
Two spoonfuls of the powder went into the mug along with the water.
“You may have milk and sugar in it if you like,” he offered.
“A little milk to cool it,” Rose said, patiently waiting for him to hand it to her.
When she took the mug from the Doctor, she took a careful sip to test the temperature, carefully turning so she might avoid accidentally pouring it on her daughter.
By the time she’d finished it, her expression had loosened and she seemed to unwind.
“Better?” the Doctor asked.
“Yeah,” Rose smiled.
“Martha’s been worried about you,” Lily said. “She’s sat in your room almost as much as Dadddy.”
“You’ve slept for nearly two days,” Martha said defensively. “I wasn’t sure if I could trust the Doctor’s diagnosis. You know, considering his failing to diagnose other things properly.”
Martha motioned to Lily when she said “other things," which gained a laugh from Jack and Rose and a grin from Lily. The Doctor pretended to look offended.
“Well, now that that’s taken care of,” Jack said, standing up. “What would you like for breakfast? We have fruit, toast, eggs, bacon, beans and just about anything else you could want.”
“No one could agree,” Lily said through a mouthful.
Rose laughed.
“It all sounds wonderful,” she said. “I’ll have everything.”
*.*.*.*.*
“I’ll miss you,” Rose said to Jack’s shoulder as he held her in a tight embrace.
“You better bring that baby round to visit,” he told her, pulling back. “Like to see you before then, though.”
“I really don’t mind,” the Doctor said. “You could come with us.”
“No,” Jack declined. “I had plenty of time to think that past year, the Year That Never Was. And I kept thinking about that team of mine. Like you said, Doctor, responsibility.”
“Defending the Earth. Can't argue with that,” the Doctor agreed, reaching out to shake his hand.
Jack returned the gesture only to have the Doctor turn his arm over and go after the vortex maniputlator.
“Hey, I need that!” Jack exclaimed.
“I can't have you walking around with a time-travelling teleport," the Doctor explained. “You could go anywhere—twice. The second time to apologise.”
He turned a knowing wink to Rose over the “twice”, receiving a giggle from her.
“Fair enough,” Jack conceded. “But what about me? Can you fix that? Will I ever be able to die?”
The Doctor shook his head.
“There’s nothing I can do. You’re an impossible thing, Jack.”
Jack laughed, “I’ve been called that before.”
Backing toward the water tower, he shook a finger at them, warning, “You better come visit. I want to see that baby.”
Turning to Lily he said, “Make sure they do.”
“Yes, Sir,” she chirped, saluting him.
“Ma’am,” he laughed, saluting her in return.
As Jack disappeared back into Torchwood Three, Rose slipped her hand into the Doctors and gave it a squeeze to remind him that he wasn’t going to be alone.
He smiled and happily pulled her toward him into a hug before they went back to the TARDIS to take Martha home.
*.*.*.*.*
The Doctor leaned back against the side of the TARDIS watching the greetings going on in the Jones household.
Rose stood beside him, resting her cheek on his arm.
“She’s going to come out and say she’s through,” Rose said quietly. “You can see it in her eyes. She’d rather be home with her family.”
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly.
“But we can visit,” Rose consoled. “We can always come back and see how she gets on with her life. She’ll make a fantastic doctor.”
He nodded, but still looked sad.
Goodbyes were the part he hated the most. That was why he didn’t like to say it, avoiding it as much as possible.
Rose had been the only one he’d expended so much effort to see one last time. Only for her would he burn up a sun, just to say goodbye.
When Martha came back out, Rose slipped free of his arm and walked back into the TARDIS to give him so privacy. HE wasn’t sure how to tell her he wanted her there with him, but figured she probably knew best.
He hadn’t been as oblivious about Martha’s feelings as he’d let her think; he just didn’t want to become attached to anyone else again.
Rose had been right.
Martha told him, with an odd story, that she couldn’t stay and wanted to be a doctor as she’d trained for. Before she went back into the house, she pulled her mobile out of her pocket and tossed it at him.
“Keep that,” she told him. “‘Cause I'm not having you disappear. If that rings, when that rings, you better come running. Got it?”
“Got it,” he agreed.
“I’ll see you around, Mister,” she told him. “Same as what Jack said, you better come ‘round with that baby after she’s born.”
“Will do,” he smiled. “Rose’ll be sure of it.”
“Go on,” she urged, nodding at the door.
“Thank you,” he told her before turning into the TARDIS and shutting the door behind him.
Rose was sitting on the jump seat waiting for him when he came back in. Lily was still fast asleep where they had left her.
“She’s staying?” Rose asked, already knowing the answer and looking at him with sympathy.
He nodded and turned toward the controls.
Part of him wanted nothing more than to take Rose back to Jackie’s flat and sit with them through as many episodes of Eastenders or any other ridiculous programme they wanted to watch.
As much as he complained, he cherished those quiet moments of domesticity.
They would have to learn how to live a more domestic life without another home to return to, because for the first time in decades, he would travel without a ‘home base’ for his companion.
That would take some getting used to.
The End
Author's Note: For those who are reading this story for the first time, there is an entire 'verse to which it belongs, Barcelona and Beyond Most of the stories are happier after this one.
Characters: Ten, Rose, Martha, Jack, Mickey, and various Tylers.
Rating: R
Beta:
sciathan_file, who no longer wants a creative tagline.Disclaimer: Only a small handful of these characters belong to me.
Summary: Upon trying to return Jack to his team, the TARDIS falls through a tiny gap in the universe, taking its pilot to the woman he loves. But Rose’s life has been fraught with hardships and peril, and her future has hung in a delicate balance. Could the Doctor’s very arrival tear the threads that have been holding her together?
Previous Chapters
Epilogue
Martha and Jack stayed aboard the TARDIS for three more days after their venture into the other world.
Everyone simply slept the fist day, the strain of their ordeal having taken its toll. Even the Doctor rested for an extended period of time, falling asleep for a handful of hours, much longer than he normally did.
The second day, Jack and Lily assisted with repairs to the TARDIS, Jack helping with the heavy lifting and Lily helping with the more delicate connections.
Rose still slept.
Martha kept vigil over her new friend, not completely assured by the Doctor’s statement that Rose would be fine once she rested.
“She slept for nearly two days with Lillian,” he told her. “Not that we knew that was her problem at the time.”
On the third day, Rose finally appeared in the doorway of the kitchen while the others were having breakfast.
“She’s risen from the dead,” Jack teased.
Rose rolled her eyes and dropped into the nearest chair.
“How are you feeling?” Martha asked.
“Like I’ve been run over by a bus,” Rose groused. She turned to the Doctor to ask, “Do you have more of that tea onboard?”
“Oh! Of course!”
He bolted to his feet and dashed out of the kitchen in the direction of the med bay. Jack put the kettle back on and took Rose’s favourite mug from the cupboard.
Lily slid her plate across the table and vacated her seat, so she could climb into her mother’s lap to finish eating her breakfast. Rose smiled and stroked her back, more relaxed and happy than she had been in years, even if she seemed to be in pain.
The Doctor reappeared quickly with a large jar.
Two spoonfuls of the powder went into the mug along with the water.
“You may have milk and sugar in it if you like,” he offered.
“A little milk to cool it,” Rose said, patiently waiting for him to hand it to her.
When she took the mug from the Doctor, she took a careful sip to test the temperature, carefully turning so she might avoid accidentally pouring it on her daughter.
By the time she’d finished it, her expression had loosened and she seemed to unwind.
“Better?” the Doctor asked.
“Yeah,” Rose smiled.
“Martha’s been worried about you,” Lily said. “She’s sat in your room almost as much as Dadddy.”
“You’ve slept for nearly two days,” Martha said defensively. “I wasn’t sure if I could trust the Doctor’s diagnosis. You know, considering his failing to diagnose other things properly.”
Martha motioned to Lily when she said “other things," which gained a laugh from Jack and Rose and a grin from Lily. The Doctor pretended to look offended.
“Well, now that that’s taken care of,” Jack said, standing up. “What would you like for breakfast? We have fruit, toast, eggs, bacon, beans and just about anything else you could want.”
“No one could agree,” Lily said through a mouthful.
Rose laughed.
“It all sounds wonderful,” she said. “I’ll have everything.”
*.*.*.*.*
“I’ll miss you,” Rose said to Jack’s shoulder as he held her in a tight embrace.
“You better bring that baby round to visit,” he told her, pulling back. “Like to see you before then, though.”
“I really don’t mind,” the Doctor said. “You could come with us.”
“No,” Jack declined. “I had plenty of time to think that past year, the Year That Never Was. And I kept thinking about that team of mine. Like you said, Doctor, responsibility.”
“Defending the Earth. Can't argue with that,” the Doctor agreed, reaching out to shake his hand.
Jack returned the gesture only to have the Doctor turn his arm over and go after the vortex maniputlator.
“Hey, I need that!” Jack exclaimed.
“I can't have you walking around with a time-travelling teleport," the Doctor explained. “You could go anywhere—twice. The second time to apologise.”
He turned a knowing wink to Rose over the “twice”, receiving a giggle from her.
“Fair enough,” Jack conceded. “But what about me? Can you fix that? Will I ever be able to die?”
The Doctor shook his head.
“There’s nothing I can do. You’re an impossible thing, Jack.”
Jack laughed, “I’ve been called that before.”
Backing toward the water tower, he shook a finger at them, warning, “You better come visit. I want to see that baby.”
Turning to Lily he said, “Make sure they do.”
“Yes, Sir,” she chirped, saluting him.
“Ma’am,” he laughed, saluting her in return.
As Jack disappeared back into Torchwood Three, Rose slipped her hand into the Doctors and gave it a squeeze to remind him that he wasn’t going to be alone.
He smiled and happily pulled her toward him into a hug before they went back to the TARDIS to take Martha home.
*.*.*.*.*
The Doctor leaned back against the side of the TARDIS watching the greetings going on in the Jones household.
Rose stood beside him, resting her cheek on his arm.
“She’s going to come out and say she’s through,” Rose said quietly. “You can see it in her eyes. She’d rather be home with her family.”
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly.
“But we can visit,” Rose consoled. “We can always come back and see how she gets on with her life. She’ll make a fantastic doctor.”
He nodded, but still looked sad.
Goodbyes were the part he hated the most. That was why he didn’t like to say it, avoiding it as much as possible.
Rose had been the only one he’d expended so much effort to see one last time. Only for her would he burn up a sun, just to say goodbye.
When Martha came back out, Rose slipped free of his arm and walked back into the TARDIS to give him so privacy. HE wasn’t sure how to tell her he wanted her there with him, but figured she probably knew best.
He hadn’t been as oblivious about Martha’s feelings as he’d let her think; he just didn’t want to become attached to anyone else again.
Rose had been right.
Martha told him, with an odd story, that she couldn’t stay and wanted to be a doctor as she’d trained for. Before she went back into the house, she pulled her mobile out of her pocket and tossed it at him.
“Keep that,” she told him. “‘Cause I'm not having you disappear. If that rings, when that rings, you better come running. Got it?”
“Got it,” he agreed.
“I’ll see you around, Mister,” she told him. “Same as what Jack said, you better come ‘round with that baby after she’s born.”
“Will do,” he smiled. “Rose’ll be sure of it.”
“Go on,” she urged, nodding at the door.
“Thank you,” he told her before turning into the TARDIS and shutting the door behind him.
Rose was sitting on the jump seat waiting for him when he came back in. Lily was still fast asleep where they had left her.
“She’s staying?” Rose asked, already knowing the answer and looking at him with sympathy.
He nodded and turned toward the controls.
Part of him wanted nothing more than to take Rose back to Jackie’s flat and sit with them through as many episodes of Eastenders or any other ridiculous programme they wanted to watch.
As much as he complained, he cherished those quiet moments of domesticity.
They would have to learn how to live a more domestic life without another home to return to, because for the first time in decades, he would travel without a ‘home base’ for his companion.
That would take some getting used to.
The End
Author's Note: For those who are reading this story for the first time, there is an entire 'verse to which it belongs, Barcelona and Beyond Most of the stories are happier after this one.
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Date: 2010-06-16 04:53 am (UTC)*Hugs*
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:55 pm (UTC)And I am torn about you putting it on your kindle. I know the first few chapters need a major clean up with punctuation and typos and just about everything else, but that it is likely never going to happen, though I always say I will do it soon.
At the same time I find that a lovely compliment that you like it so much you are planning to put it on there.
I really did write this because you asked. I'd been reminded of it from time to time, but your comment really made me think I should do it. I was nearly finished as it was. The end of the chapter was partially written and I had sketched out the first few scenes as well. All it needed was to be fit together and a proper conclusion.
I am really happy you enjoyed my sad little fic so very much.
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Date: 2010-06-16 09:53 pm (UTC)Hooray, once again, the Doctor saves the day and all is well with the world! I'm so glad you finally finished it!
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