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Diamond Sea by whochick (Teen)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: 71,531
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
Diamond Sea was published in the early post-Doomsday days of reunion and alt!Doctor fics, but this story quickly stood out from the crowd and stands as one of my favorites in the genre. When this story opens Rose has not really adapted all that well to being trapped in an alternate universe, going through the motions of living but always on the lookout for blue police boxes. And, she suddenly gets her wish when she runs into an eighth Doctor, that still hasn't gone through the horrors of the Time War yet. Bad Wolf, Gallifrey, and numerous time paradoxes later and we have a story that is very unpredictable in it's twists and turns, one that everyone should read.
He was distracted from his brooding by the sound of bare feet drumming on the concrete boardwalk. He looked up in time to see a young red-headed woman lurch to a halt in front of the TARDIS. His eyes narrowed as he watched her reach out and touch the battered wood with an almost reverent air. The English populace didn’t normally react to police boxes with such awe, even if they were antique. However, this was a parallel universe … anything was possible.
The young woman let her hand fall, disappointment writ large on her face as she turned to leave. Obviously, the TARDIS wasn’t what she’d expected. Her eyes alighted on him, seated not far away … and they widened slightly.
The Doctor remained seated as she walked slowly towards him. He couldn’t help but notice that her feet were grazed from running barefoot and her clothes were stuck to her at awkward angles, her hair dripping water and plastered to her face although there was no sign of recent rain. Whoever she was, she was running for her life … the question was whether she was running from something or to something.
“Hello,” he said cautiously as she came to a halt a few feet away.
The woman pointed over her shoulder without taking her eyes from his face. “Is that yours?” she asked in a thick London accent.
“The police box?” he stalled, desperately trying to place her.
“Yeah, the … police box.”
Her pause spoke volumes and he raised a hand to his lips in thought. “Do I know you?”
“What’s your name?” she countered, her voice hoarse.
“I’m the Doctor …”
He stopped mid-sentence when she broke down in tears. She pressed her hands to her mouth to stifle the sobs that shook her body, turning away to hide her face as though she were ashamed of herself.
In two strides he gathered her up into his arms, chafing her cold arms with his hands. She twisted in his grasp, turning her face into Trix’s scratchy duffel coat, her right hand gripping his lapel, her other arm wrapped around him, clutching him as though she might never let go.
“Oh my God!” she sobbed. “It’s me, Doctor, It’s me, Rose!”
He stroked her wet hair in confusion. “Rose?”
“Yeah …” she trailed off, pulling back to look at him. “When did you change? What happened this time? Were you all messed up with regeneration sickness again?”
The Doctor’s mouth formed several silent syllables before settling on, “what do you mean, regeneration sickness?”
Rose wiped away the tears on her face, her right hand still gripping his lapel as if to anchor herself. “You know … the last time you changed you got all … well, odd, really … then started breathing out bits of the vortex.”
“Breathing out the …” he frowned, taking a step back. “Who are you?”
Diamond Sea
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: 71,531
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
Diamond Sea was published in the early post-Doomsday days of reunion and alt!Doctor fics, but this story quickly stood out from the crowd and stands as one of my favorites in the genre. When this story opens Rose has not really adapted all that well to being trapped in an alternate universe, going through the motions of living but always on the lookout for blue police boxes. And, she suddenly gets her wish when she runs into an eighth Doctor, that still hasn't gone through the horrors of the Time War yet. Bad Wolf, Gallifrey, and numerous time paradoxes later and we have a story that is very unpredictable in it's twists and turns, one that everyone should read.
He was distracted from his brooding by the sound of bare feet drumming on the concrete boardwalk. He looked up in time to see a young red-headed woman lurch to a halt in front of the TARDIS. His eyes narrowed as he watched her reach out and touch the battered wood with an almost reverent air. The English populace didn’t normally react to police boxes with such awe, even if they were antique. However, this was a parallel universe … anything was possible.
The young woman let her hand fall, disappointment writ large on her face as she turned to leave. Obviously, the TARDIS wasn’t what she’d expected. Her eyes alighted on him, seated not far away … and they widened slightly.
The Doctor remained seated as she walked slowly towards him. He couldn’t help but notice that her feet were grazed from running barefoot and her clothes were stuck to her at awkward angles, her hair dripping water and plastered to her face although there was no sign of recent rain. Whoever she was, she was running for her life … the question was whether she was running from something or to something.
“Hello,” he said cautiously as she came to a halt a few feet away.
The woman pointed over her shoulder without taking her eyes from his face. “Is that yours?” she asked in a thick London accent.
“The police box?” he stalled, desperately trying to place her.
“Yeah, the … police box.”
Her pause spoke volumes and he raised a hand to his lips in thought. “Do I know you?”
“What’s your name?” she countered, her voice hoarse.
“I’m the Doctor …”
He stopped mid-sentence when she broke down in tears. She pressed her hands to her mouth to stifle the sobs that shook her body, turning away to hide her face as though she were ashamed of herself.
In two strides he gathered her up into his arms, chafing her cold arms with his hands. She twisted in his grasp, turning her face into Trix’s scratchy duffel coat, her right hand gripping his lapel, her other arm wrapped around him, clutching him as though she might never let go.
“Oh my God!” she sobbed. “It’s me, Doctor, It’s me, Rose!”
He stroked her wet hair in confusion. “Rose?”
“Yeah …” she trailed off, pulling back to look at him. “When did you change? What happened this time? Were you all messed up with regeneration sickness again?”
The Doctor’s mouth formed several silent syllables before settling on, “what do you mean, regeneration sickness?”
Rose wiped away the tears on her face, her right hand still gripping his lapel as if to anchor herself. “You know … the last time you changed you got all … well, odd, really … then started breathing out bits of the vortex.”
“Breathing out the …” he frowned, taking a step back. “Who are you?”
Diamond Sea