Repercussions (10/55)
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Chapter Ten: Return
Going home is hard. I haven’t really thought of my parent’s flat as home in three years even though I still have a room there, but the aching familiarity of the place I grew up in still calls to me. Seeing it shattered through calm eyes is hard.
Once my father is settled in bed, I set about helping my mother clean up the place. Even the Doctor helps with this, no complaints, no arguments about not doing domestic, and not one sign of impatience. He even goes down to the hardware store and gets plywood to nail over the broken window without being asked. I am starting to think I don’t care who he really is, that maybe I’ve gotten the better deal after all.
No. I shake my head violently. Something was different and that meant it was wrong and that it needed to be fixed. He’d taught me that. You don’t mess with history. I don’t want to think that this world might be further torn apart because something is out of place. Because whatever has changed, it is still my world. The only difference I see is in him. Maybe, maybe it is as simple as him hitting his head on the wall when the Void closed? Maybe whatever is going on is not one step closer to the end of the world. It is possible it's just a concussion.
And if I can convince myself of that then it is probably me who hit my head on the wall. In my distraction I cut my hand on a piece of glass and cry out.
“What’s wrong, Rose?” The Doctor is at my side instantly, taking the hand I hold out and pressing a clean towel to it to sop up the blood. He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and does a deep dermal repair and a few minutes later we are left staring at my hand, as if the wound had never been there.
He continues to hold my hand between us and I feel the strangest thrill from that. I raise my eyes to meet his and it seems like that gaze goes on forever. It is broken abruptly when he drops my hand and I see a look of…something, I’m not sure quite what, cross his face.
“Rose? What’s happened to your eyes?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” I respond completely confused.
“They’re brown.”
“They’ve always been brown, Doctor,” I tell him, trying to give him a reassuring smile, but I feel anything but reassuring.
“Then why do I remember them as blue?”
No. I shake my head violently. Something was different and that meant it was wrong and that it needed to be fixed. He’d taught me that. You don’t mess with history. I don’t want to think that this world might be further torn apart because something is out of place. Because whatever has changed, it is still my world. The only difference I see is in him. Maybe, maybe it is as simple as him hitting his head on the wall when the Void closed? Maybe whatever is going on is not one step closer to the end of the world. It is possible it's just a concussion.
And if I can convince myself of that then it is probably me who hit my head on the wall. In my distraction I cut my hand on a piece of glass and cry out.
“What’s wrong, Rose?” The Doctor is at my side instantly, taking the hand I hold out and pressing a clean towel to it to sop up the blood. He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and does a deep dermal repair and a few minutes later we are left staring at my hand, as if the wound had never been there.
He continues to hold my hand between us and I feel the strangest thrill from that. I raise my eyes to meet his and it seems like that gaze goes on forever. It is broken abruptly when he drops my hand and I see a look of…something, I’m not sure quite what, cross his face.
“Rose? What’s happened to your eyes?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” I respond completely confused.
“They’re brown.”
“They’ve always been brown, Doctor,” I tell him, trying to give him a reassuring smile, but I feel anything but reassuring.
“Then why do I remember them as blue?”
