Lost Chance

[amberfocus]

A/N:  So this particular piece of angst came out of an interview I saw of David Tennant.  In it he was asked how he liked working with Billie Piper again and he said he hadn't done.  Which you'd understand once you saw the story.  Left me thinking what if Rose is in the story but she and the Doctor never actually meet up, and there is no real reunion.  So this scene came out of that.

Lost Chance

It wasn’t fair.  But then when had life ever treated him fairly when it came to Rose Tyler?  She's been snatched away from him far too soon and far too cruelly.  But this, to be so close, so near, it shattered a place deep within him that he’d only just managed to put back together.  Donna had been with her, worked with her to save the world one more time, gotten to know her very well and recognized just what Rose Tyler stood for.  Martha had even crossed her path, finally understanding what it was about the other woman that made her have a permanent place in the Doctor’s hearts.  Even Jack had gotten the chance to hold Rose and comfort her. 

 

The Doctor had tried and failed to get to her in time.  Once more, he’d tried and failed.  She had been here, been within arm’s reach, close enough he could almost feel her hand in his again.  The universe had brought her back, but it hadn’t brought her back to him.  So she’d saved the world with the help of Donna, Martha, and Jack while he’d been busy with his own bit of world-saving elsewhere and he hadn’t known, hadn’t know until it was far too late.

 

He’d run like a mad man to the TARDIS when he’d found out.  Run faster than he’d ever run in his life.  The TARDIS moved faster than she’d ever moved in her life, too.  But even so, he’d stepped out of her doors just in time to see the light fading, the faint image of his beloved Rose in the midst of it.  She’d seen him, too.  She’d reached out her hand, her face desperate to stop the transfer and he’d reached for her, reached for her and missed, his hands closing on empty air.

 

And she was lost to him, again.  Out of reach.  Cold fingers closed around his hearts.  Cold fingers that did not let up; might never let up again.  Rose was gone.  Even after all this time, after knowing that she was lost to him, he had never really believed he wouldn’t get to have her in his life again.  Eventually there would have been one way.  One chance.  Now he knew.  Knew it deeper than he’d ever known anything.  The chance had come and he’d lost it.  There’d never be another one.  Like everything else in his life, this too, had slipped through his fingers.

 

His friends surrounded him, tried to offer comfort in the best ways they knew how.  But he didn’t even see them.  Nothing could comfort him now.  Nothing could ever heal this loss.  In the end he was what he’d always been since he’d lost her.  Alone.

 

Comments

[absolutbritish.livejournal.com]

Wow... intense but I really really like it... Brilliant.

[bluevolvic.livejournal.com]

Awww!he missed her :(, really liked this idea :D