"That's true, even the Doctor is just a story to most people!" Rose laughed.
At the rest, she started off grinning, but it slowly faded. Two faces. The Doctor never spoke about the companions of his past, because it was painful, because it was before the war, and because Rose would be jealous... which she is now. How petty. She hates feeling so small, so envious, wanting adventures with him again... throwing away everything for him, just for the chance of it.
She pushed her hair back with her hand. "Scottish?" she chuckled all the same. "Well he was Northern when I met him... said lots of planets have a North. I wonder if that means they all have a Scotland too," she stuck her tongue out to the side. "What's he look like? In your time. I'm--" Was it dangerous to say? If Clara was in the past, it was fine. But if it was the future....
The reckless part of Rose just wanted to tell her even more in that case. In case it was another alternate universe she had to prevent-- No, Clara was really nice, and happy, and there was no way Rose wanted to ruin that. Bad enough having to get a message through Donna, by letting one version, even if it was a terrible apocalyptic version, die. "I've been looking for him," she muttered softly. "We got separated. Before just here I mean," But she lifted her brows, still grinning. "Gotta make sure I find the right one or--" she didn't know what would happen otherwise. She knew she couldn't risk finding her first version of the Doctor, she'd have loved to, she still missed him, but she'd already caused a paraodx and watched him get eaten by reapers once, she had no desire to relive that all over again. "Or I have to jump again," she bit her bottom lip. "Not sure I can here, but --" She shrugged. "If it's from his past, I'll just pretend I'm someone else, yeah?" And if the future? What then?
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At the rest, she started off grinning, but it slowly faded. Two faces. The Doctor never spoke about the companions of his past, because it was painful, because it was before the war, and because Rose would be jealous... which she is now. How petty. She hates feeling so small, so envious, wanting adventures with him again... throwing away everything for him, just for the chance of it.
She pushed her hair back with her hand. "Scottish?" she chuckled all the same. "Well he was Northern when I met him... said lots of planets have a North. I wonder if that means they all have a Scotland too," she stuck her tongue out to the side. "What's he look like? In your time. I'm--" Was it dangerous to say? If Clara was in the past, it was fine. But if it was the future....
The reckless part of Rose just wanted to tell her even more in that case. In case it was another alternate universe she had to prevent-- No, Clara was really nice, and happy, and there was no way Rose wanted to ruin that. Bad enough having to get a message through Donna, by letting one version, even if it was a terrible apocalyptic version, die. "I've been looking for him," she muttered softly. "We got separated. Before just here I mean," But she lifted her brows, still grinning. "Gotta make sure I find the right one or--" she didn't know what would happen otherwise. She knew she couldn't risk finding her first version of the Doctor, she'd have loved to, she still missed him, but she'd already caused a paraodx and watched him get eaten by reapers once, she had no desire to relive that all over again. "Or I have to jump again," she bit her bottom lip. "Not sure I can here, but --" She shrugged. "If it's from his past, I'll just pretend I'm someone else, yeah?" And if the future? What then?