i can't say goodbye to ten

tomorrow is promised to no one (but darling, we’ll face it together)

Summary: When Rose smashes into the wall a fraction of a second after the Void closes, the Doctor’s world stops spinning. (A Doomsday fix-it)

Note: So I promised I’d write a Doomsday fix-it this month (my first!) and here it is! I PROMISE it has a happy ending, no one dies.

Note #2: This is also dedicated to @chocolatequeennk for being amazing and masterminding Doomsday Month and also getting me to write a fix-it. ♥

Word count: 1016 // Rating: K+ // Warnings: non-explicit medical situations


The Doctor gently smoothed his hand over Rose’s hair, moving slowly to try and soothe her into sleep. His shirt was damp from her tears and he knew she had to be exhausted. It had been a rough day for everyone.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, the closest he could come to laughing derisively at himself without moving. Calling the day “rough” was probably the biggest understatement of his lives.

He knew he should probably leave so she could get some solid rest but nothing short of a universal crisis would even make him consider leaving her side right now.

Even that would require careful consideration.

The day had started out brilliantly. Flirting and a visit with Jackie that had made Rose happy and by association made him happy. but now every time he closed his eyes all he could see was her falling towards the Void, screaming while he watched, helpless, unable to do anything, unable to save her.

The Void had collapsed in on itself closing a mere 0.573 seconds before Rose hit the wall with a sickening thud.

He’d run to her, barely aware of the fact that he was still calling for her, saying her name over and over even though his throat was raw from screaming.

She was here, she was here, she was here, was all he could think, was the only thing going through his gigantic brain.

She was still here but she wasn’t safe.

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anonymous asked:

It irritates me so much whenever I watch JE that ten just turned his back and walked away without saying goodbye or anything before rose stopped him and asked what he was going to say last time. Is that him being ooc or is it him just being stupid sad doctor. I just find it hard to believe he would actually leave her forever without even saying goodbye.

He turned away because the sight of himself fulfilling all his hopes and empty-bed dreams while he stood alone, an interloper in his own life, threatened to knock him off his feet in agony.

He turned away because he loved her more than he loved himself; loved her enough to make himself the bad guy; loved her enough to give his spare heart to the man who would love her unreservedly and unrestrainedly in a way he never could have; loved her enough to not make it any harder on her than it already was.

He turned away because he emphasised with Jackie more than he’d ever admit, the pain of losing a child. I’d like to think he nodded at her before he turned his back and she mouthed her thanks through fresh tears. 

He turned away because a love like his could never be told, only shown, and he didn’t have the hours it would require to enact his love for a single strand of her hair much less her heart and mind.

He turned away because every fibre of his being and energy and consciousness believed it was the best thing he could do for his Fortuna, his goddess of safe return and the indelible halo around his soul. 

In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves.

This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants….

Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.

What he did was put the fear of God into them.

More precisely, the fear of Crowley.

In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt, or browning, or just didn’t look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the plants. “Say goodbye to your friend,” he’d say to them. “He just couldn’t cut it…”

Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.

—  Good Omens

What if Daryl is upset that Carol didn’t say goodbye to him when she left the ASZ, so when he goes to leave the house (don’t worry guys he’s coming back really soon I know it), Carol stops him, and says, “wait”. And then they hug for ten hours and they touch foreheads and caress each others’ backs and stroke one another’s hair. Then they promise to always give each other a proper goodbye. (。◕‿  ◕。)