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crack_van2007-05-27 09:06 pm
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Battle Of Wills by castrovalva9 (G)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
castrovalva9
Author website: List of fanfic
Why this must be read: Because it takes post-Doomsday fic and turns it on its head, with Rose insisting to her family that she has moved on and is not about to kill herself. Although it's played for laughs, everyone is in character and Rose gets a happy ending...
"Mickey!" Rose called. "What are you doing?"
He jumped, whirled, and thrust his right hand behind his back.
"What do you have there?" Rose asked, unable to think of a good reason why Mickey would be searching her room and trying to hide that fact.
"Nothing," he muttered.
"Mickey," she repeated. "Show me what you have behind your back."
Shame-faced, he brought his hand forward.
The first thought that came to Rose's mind was, 'Thank God he wasn't raiding my knickers drawer.' She didn't want to think about what Mickey (and by extension, Jake) might want with her undergarments.
The second thought that occurred to her was, 'Why in the world is Mickey trying to walk off with my tweezers, razors, scissors, and pens?' He even clutched the fork she'd used the previous night when she'd smuggled a piece of cake into her room.
"Your mum told me to take all the sharp objects out of here," Mickey blurted.
"Okay," Rose said slowly, not even coming close to comprehending a decent reason behind this action. "And why did she do that?"
With a mumble that sounded something like, "Soyoucan'tslashorstabyourwristsinyourdespair," but couldn't possibly have been, Mickey dodged around her and bolted down the hallway.
Rose shook her head in amazement. She definitely needed to have a talk with her mum, whenever she returned home. She wandered toward the kitchen, only to be confronted by Jake.
"Rose. I have something for you." He thrust a small, crudely wrapped parcel at her.
"A gift? That's sweet." Rose tore off the paper and gazed at the object. "It's a CD."
"A special one," Jake said.
Rose looked at the CD case. It was hand-labelled, and the first section read, "Songs of Despair." With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Rose scanned the ensuing song titles. "My Immortal. I Need You. I Am Nothing Without You. What Becomes of the Broken Hearted." She stopped reading that list, guessing that it would not improve, and moved on to the other section, labelled "Songs of Inspiration." There, she read, "Learning to Live Again. I Will Survive." Her voice attained ear-piercing levels with the next title. "My Heart Will Go On?"
"Yeah," Jake mumbled. "Mickey and your mum told me which songs to use."
"Not your fault," Rose said grimly. "Now I know exactly who to blame."
Battle Of Wills
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
castrovalva9Author website: List of fanfic
Why this must be read: Because it takes post-Doomsday fic and turns it on its head, with Rose insisting to her family that she has moved on and is not about to kill herself. Although it's played for laughs, everyone is in character and Rose gets a happy ending...
"Mickey!" Rose called. "What are you doing?"
He jumped, whirled, and thrust his right hand behind his back.
"What do you have there?" Rose asked, unable to think of a good reason why Mickey would be searching her room and trying to hide that fact.
"Nothing," he muttered.
"Mickey," she repeated. "Show me what you have behind your back."
Shame-faced, he brought his hand forward.
The first thought that came to Rose's mind was, 'Thank God he wasn't raiding my knickers drawer.' She didn't want to think about what Mickey (and by extension, Jake) might want with her undergarments.
The second thought that occurred to her was, 'Why in the world is Mickey trying to walk off with my tweezers, razors, scissors, and pens?' He even clutched the fork she'd used the previous night when she'd smuggled a piece of cake into her room.
"Your mum told me to take all the sharp objects out of here," Mickey blurted.
"Okay," Rose said slowly, not even coming close to comprehending a decent reason behind this action. "And why did she do that?"
With a mumble that sounded something like, "Soyoucan'tslashorstabyourwristsinyourdespair," but couldn't possibly have been, Mickey dodged around her and bolted down the hallway.
Rose shook her head in amazement. She definitely needed to have a talk with her mum, whenever she returned home. She wandered toward the kitchen, only to be confronted by Jake.
"Rose. I have something for you." He thrust a small, crudely wrapped parcel at her.
"A gift? That's sweet." Rose tore off the paper and gazed at the object. "It's a CD."
"A special one," Jake said.
Rose looked at the CD case. It was hand-labelled, and the first section read, "Songs of Despair." With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Rose scanned the ensuing song titles. "My Immortal. I Need You. I Am Nothing Without You. What Becomes of the Broken Hearted." She stopped reading that list, guessing that it would not improve, and moved on to the other section, labelled "Songs of Inspiration." There, she read, "Learning to Live Again. I Will Survive." Her voice attained ear-piercing levels with the next title. "My Heart Will Go On?"
"Yeah," Jake mumbled. "Mickey and your mum told me which songs to use."
"Not your fault," Rose said grimly. "Now I know exactly who to blame."
Battle Of Wills