And when I see the curve of the earth in your willow eyes I’m a rocketeer Coming home after years at the speed of light And suddenly you’re there Like a pearl in the palm of the universe Your unlikely skies Filling up my eyes You come as some surprise
I’ve never really given much thought to the fact that the Doctor actually destroyed a sun just to say goodbye to Rose. I always thought
that was romantic, and I still do because it is, but it has so much more meaning.
He’s the savior of the universe; he saves worlds, he doesn’t destroy them. But he did. That one time he did. He destroyed a sun. For her. He destroyed a piece of the universe without giving it a second thought just to say goodbye to her.
He didn’t do it so he could go through the crack, he didn’t do it for some big savior kind of reason, he did it to say goodbye. He did it for the smallest thing because he loved her so much that he couldn’t just part with her without saying goodbye, without talking to her one last time. To make sure she was okay. To give her some closure so she could move on without him because she had to. They both did.
And I think that’s truly beautiful. He did something he probably never imagined himself doing; he destroyed a part of the universe he’s constantly trying to save because of one tiny little human that meant everything to him.
NOTP: The Doctor/The Master. BROTP: The Doctor/Donna, The Doctor/Martha, The Doctor/Jack OTP: The Doctor/Rose Second Choice: Probably The Doctor/Clara? But to be honest, I haven’t really watched her seasons all that much. Fluffy Pairing: Doctor/Rose (running! hand holding!) Angsty Pairing: Doctor/Rose (parallel universes! burning up a sun just to say goodbye!) Poly Ship: Doctor/Rose/Jack Weirdest Pairing: Uhhh
Of all the things to be the same between the universes, Rose would have put Valentine’s Day solidly in the “do not want” column. The last thing she wanted when her heart still felt like half of it was on the other side of the void was to be reminded of love and romance.
But it seemed the universe was perversely determined to give her the things she didn’t want and none of the things she did. And so as soon as Christmas things were cleared out of the shops, the space was filled with tacky pink and red hearts.
With a little discipline, she managed to avoid the reminders of the holiday pretty well, up until the second week of February. You’d think employees at a pseudo-governmental anti-terrorist organisation would be above such a sentimental holiday, but it seemed even Torchwood agents were prone to romance. When the person in the office next to hers received flowers on February 12th, Rose decided to cut out of work for the week.
That night she had a dream. She heard a voice, a voice she knew so well, and it was calling her name. When she woke up, she was sitting bolt upright in bed, and the voice was still there, only it was like it was inside her head, calling her, drawing her close.
She woke up her parents and Mickey and told them about her dream, and by some miracle, they believed her. Together they packed Pete’s Jeep, tossing the bag Rose had kept packed into the back. Despite the Doctor saying travel between the worlds was impossible, she’d never stopped hoping he’d find a way to come through for her.
They drove all day and through the night, following the voice in Rose’s head. When she spotted the sign and realised what the name meant, hope welled up inside her. A message to lead myself here, she remembered.
She barely let the Jeep come to a complete stop before jumping out. From the height of the sun, she guessed it was some time in mid-morning; a glance at her watch confirmed it, and reminded her of something else too.
Well Doctor, this will certainly be a hard Valentine’s Day to top.
The voice in her head called her forward, and she jogged onto the beach, looking around for the TARDIS. She was halfway to the water when her feet, obeying the subconscious message from her head, just stopped. Rose turned in a circle, her forehead wrinkling a little in confusion. No TARDIS, and no Doctor.
A wave of energy rippled over her skin, and she turned around slowly. The faintest outline of the Doctor stood behind her. “Where are you?” she asked, because it was obvious he wasn’t actually on the beach with her.
“Inside the TARDIS. There’s one tiny gap in the universe left, just about to close, and it takes a lot of power to sent this projection.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and a rock settled in the pit of Rose’s stomach. “I’m in orbit around a supernova. I’m burning up a sun just to say goodbye.”
Goodbye. The truth hit Rose hard—he hadn’t found a way through, and there would be no happy Valentine’s Day, for either of them.