A Place For Us To Dream || Journey’s End

Title: A Place For Us To Dream (65/65)
Rating: T
Summary: —Doomsday AU— What would have happened if the Doctor’s lever had been the one to slip? If the Doctor had been the one trapped in the parallel universe? Rose has to pick up the pieces and carry on in his place. After all, someone has to be the Doctor.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler, Mickey Smith, Martha Jones, Donna Noble
Notes: This story was inspired by a number of things — namely badwolfrun trying to keep me entertained at work by sending me this ask, which became this graphic and this graphic made by MK, and subsequent discussions with MK and perfectlyrose. Enjoy!


Note: Well here it is. The end of this epic adventure. Well, the end of part one anyways :D I just wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone who supported me – whether it be with fanart or reviews or whatever. You are all amazing and I love you to death. Special special thanks to badwolfrun​, whose dedication to this story is almost frightening (in a good way!).

I’ll start posting the sequel next Friday (August 21). The title is A Journey Through Time.

And could you do me a favor? If you’ve been a silent reader all this time speak up and let me know? I’d really like to hear from the people who don’t usually speak up. Even if it’s just an anon message. That’s what anon is for, you know.

Now. Here we go!

The TARDIS doors creaked open, and there was Donna. She ran out, and Davros fired.


The beam of energy stopped halfway to Donna, however. The Doctor looked back to see Rose holding a glowing hand out to it.

Move, Donna.

I am! Donna insisted, only to be stopped as she was surrounded by Daleks. Rose—!

Everyone watched, stunned, as the Daleks surrounding Donna disintegrated into golden dust.

“Rose, stop,” the Doctor insisted, his mind flashing back to Platform Five. She was going to die if she kept doing this.

“Relax, my Doctor.” Her voice reverberated just slightly. “Everything will be fine.”

Keep reading

  • Donna: Phwor. Macrotransmission of a K-filter wavelength blocking Dalek weaponry in a self-replicating energy blindfold matrix.
  • 10th Doctor: How did you work that out? You're
  • New 10th Doctor: Time Lord. Part Time Lord.
  • Donna: Part human. Oh, yes. That was a two-way biological metacrisis. Half Doctor, half Donna.
  • 10th Doctor: The Doctor Donna. Just like the Ood said, remember? They saw it coming. The Doctor Donna.
  • 12th Doctor: *popping out of nowhere* So, like a hybrid?!

Anonymous submitted:

Well, I have no idea how long this will be so, er, sorry? Could this be anonymous, I don’t want people feeling bad or stuff… I don’t know. Brain blah :)  I’m still working things out, I’m 28 and still working it out! I thought quoting this might make me feel more centred or that I belong, somewhere.

I was ill a lot as a child. Watched my father beating my mother, came home from school to him mopping up her blood. I was in A&E every other week for some kind of injury. A lot of my childhood is a black gray haze or just pure black.

I have been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, Hypermobility, Non Epileptic Attack Disorder, Hemiplegic Migraines, Asthma, CFS, Generalised Anxiety Disorder, Hypervigilence, Regional Pain Syndrome, Astigmatism, Endocrine Cyst and probably something else I’m forgetting. Basically I walk on crutches or a cane. Im in pain daily, on enough painkillers that of it was not for the seizures I wouldn’t be allowed to drive!

I was a tom boy, caked Dyke till I caved and got a boyfriend. He tried to pressure me into sex, I was lucky, he moved. This repays a few times, I always managed to get free. Until I didn’t. My pain want so bad back then that it was just uncomfortable. I got told after I needed to show more interest blah blah blah, but mostly I was bored and wanted to get dinner… My next ex saved me from him, said he’d show me how to enjoy sex. I learnt how to fake it. I learnt the countdown hanging over my head, how many days could I get away without having sex… If I stayed up working till 4am could that earn me another day… Even if I had to be up at 6am for work…? He used my mental health against me for 8 years, he used my mother’s death. He was a matter at manipulation. Until I had a huge breakdown, fled the city with a bag and my dog to a friend carpet. My psychical health hit a point I was no longer able to work.

My next partner was great. Accepting of disabilities, wanting to spend a life with someone. And I actually kind of liked some of the sex. I still faked a lot because I didn’t seem to orgasm and I felt it was my job…. My health got worse and worse over the next 3 years and I think the idea of being lumped with someone who on someday couldn’t get to the bathroom without help was terrifying so he bailed.

At this point I tried to kill myself. I tried to ten him it wasn’t because of him. I didn’t do it to keep him but I think he thought I was lying.

Healthy people cannot understand somethings, at this point he was my entire world. If been take at home so long. My best friend committed suicide in the new year. I had no local family or non local family who would take me in. I had no local friends. I couldn’t work. I don’t qualify for higher benefits and the housing people kept telling me because I had a carer they couldn’t help me even though my entire letter was my carer is leaving me and I have no where to go.

I was facing living in my own. Some events sick out. These are when we were still together, even gait together. I had spent 9 hours in the bath because he fell asleep and I couldn’t get out. I drained the water and covered myself with a towel to try and get some sleep. Another day he stayed out late and I had a hemiplegic migraine, I spent around 21 hours unable to leave the bed. There was a bottle of drink about 3 inches from my reach. It was torture. Tons of other things, these happened when I lived with someone,  what was I going to do alone?

2 friends I had recently got back into contact with talked me around. We found me a little flat, with the help of my exes mum I got it. I moved in. I spent most nights curled up in bed crying. My seizures had gone to their out of control phase. But I was trying.  I manged to eat some days. I wasn’t doing great, but okayish.

If the friends hadn’t started making the £140 journey to me, regularly though… I don’t know if I would have managed past a week or so. They helped me, they next said ew when I talked, they never stopped me when I told them medical stuff.  They asked about medical stuff. They didn’t make me beg for things like drinks, they encouraged me to ask as they realised I was terrified of asking. They helped me in so many ways, I don’t know if I can list them all. They even helped me look into Asexuality, something I didn’t think would accept me because although I didn’t feel physical attractions, I did love. I loved with all of my being, and I didn’t think I could be asexual if I loved so much.  I also sometimes enjoyed sex. For me it wasn’t about the sex so much… But the closeness. Being entwined with someone and loving them. To me sex can only happen when I’m seriously in love.  The idea of sex without love actually panics me. I still don’t feel sexually attracted, I don’t look at people and go phwor I want to jump you… But when I love I want to be close.

These 2 friends, well back when I was 19 I fell in love with a man on the Internet.  It confused me because I had a long term boyfriend… And you can’t love 2 people at once! Which kind of messed me up when there was a girl in college I just wanted to snuggle up with. So I did the total rational thing and poked them together! Fast forward a decade. After the help and kindness, I admit thus. Turns out they both liked me, they still did. So we decided to break more social convention.

Bisexual + Pansexual + Asexual = Closed Poly Triad.

I’m more comfortable in this relationship than I have ever been. In the past I was stuck on jealousy mode. Partners cheated and I was always scared of this. Now… Nothing.  No jealously, just love. They helped me understand asexuality. They bought me the black ring I now wear. They also put no pressure for sex and when we had it, it was purely about the connection. I didn’t fake anything. I nearly cried after because I didn’t feel the need to take a scalding hot bath which had been my pattern for years. I panicked briefly if enjoying sex now meant I wasn’t asexual which confused me as accepting the asexuality was what helped me enjoy it… I still circle these questions, I still don’t know where I belong, I still feel like a burden on people… But I have love, buckets of it, and for me the ability to curl up and have physical contact from 2 people. Hugs or stroking my hair, is bliss. My exes used my physical contact need against be for sex, with drawing if I refused, but now I know they won’t do that to me. .

This has been long and probably disjointed.  I remembered things out of time and in writing this on my phone curled up in bed whilst having a very bad pain flare. So I just said what came to mind… I hope it’s readable, not molested by the autocorrect demon… I hope i find somewhere to fit some day. But with 2 people snuggled up, the search doesn’t seem so daunting anymore.