Part 02 - Chapter 09 - Dreaming (G)
Chapter 09 - Dreaming
Later that evening, Rose had come back to the TARDIS. It had been a very long couple of days with little sleep and it was catching up with her. For a short time she and the Doctor talked about inconsequential things, neither wanting to broach what had happened at Downing Street before the explosion. It had been terrifying and yet at the same time exhilarating and she now knew without a doubt how much he cared.
She thought about how he had watched her for hours as he had brooded in the cabinet chambers. She had not realized that he already knew what would probably have to happen yet still he had worked so hard to find another way, a way that would not risk her, even though in the end he had to do exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid. The thought he cared for her that much sent shivers down her spine. No man had ever cared about her enough to even think even for a few minutes, let alone hours, about how to make her life easier. It both thrilled and at the same time scared her how deeply she had fallen for him.
When the quiet began to become uncomfortable, she said her good night and headed off to the bedroom she had located before everything had been turned on its head. To her surprise, when she came to the door of the room she found that the door was now made of the most beautiful carved wood. It was adorned by vines of roses of all types and stages of blooming, entwined around both the doorframe and edge of the door. Just at eye-level was the most beautiful spelling of her name she had ever seen. The curves of her name looking like they had been based on some fancy calligraphy writing and appeared to be painted in a sparkling gold finish. For long moments, she just stood there stunned. Had he done this, when, how? At first, she wanted to turn around immediately and return to the control room to thank him for the lovely present but she paused unsure what she would say, and suspected it would embarrass him if she did. Gently tracing her name with a fingertip, she was decided by a huge yawn that she couldn’t suppress.
She really was very tired and with that, she entered the room only to find it too transformed. It was nearly double in size from the last time she had been in there. A queen size four-poster canopy bed in the right corner of the room had replaced the simple, but extremely comfortable, bed that she had slept in previously. The canopy was of the loveliest shade of rosy pink, the uprights and headboard appeared to be lightly stained oak and carried on the carved rose theme of the door, the wood stain accentuating the carved patterns. The carpet, which had been an innocuous chocolate brown, had been replace by a thick pink carpet with a small round throw near the door side of the bed that looked like one of those fancy Persian rugs she had seen in that shop she had been in once with her mum; again there was the rose pattern. Across from the bed was a beautiful four-drawer dressing table with large Oval mirror also surrounded by the carved wood roses. A narrow bedside table sitting just next to the headboard also sported the same pattern. Atop the bed were two big fluffy pillows and a beautiful pink duvet. The walls were exactly the same shade of pink as her bedroom at home.
She was stunned, the backpack she held slipping to the floor soundlessly, as she stood just in side the almost closed door. Never had she seen a more beautiful room. When finally she snapped out of her shock she went to turn and go thank the Doctor for this but as she reached for the door it pulled itself shut and she felt a strong sense of disapproval. For moment, she stared at the closed door as she realized that the TARDIS was making it very clear she shouldn’t. Quietly she turned back to face the interior of the room and said to the sentient ship slowly and clearly, feeling odd speaking to what was visually an empty room. “Please let him know how much I appreciate this.” Again that quiet sense in the back of her mind telling her that she was heard and the TARDIS agreed.
Looking back at the door she reached out hesitantly touching the door as the idea that she was actually within a living being sank in a bit more, what surprised her was that it just didn’t seem as scary as it once had. Turning she took her backpack over to the dressing table chair. She was tired and in spite of the desire to check out every inch of her new domain, she contented herself with quick wash up in the ensuite and changed into her pajamas. Walking over to the bed she gently sat down, knowing instantly it would be as comfortable to sleep in as the small bed it had replaced. It didn’t take her long to fall into a deep slumber.
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The room is cloudy, light seems to come from everywhere and yet at the same time no direction at all. I slowly turn around everything in all directions is a shade of white. I look down to see if where I stand has anything different to offer. The “floor” is of the same nature as everything else around, but I find my first glimpse of color. A luscious intense blue that seems to shine of its own accord, from the tips of my shoes that peek out beneath the full skirt of the dress I am wearing. I look down my front to find I am attired in a dress, low cut at the bodice and I feel it is backless. My hands are in cased sheer pale blue gloves that end at the bend of my arms.
I spin about just for the feel of my dress swishing about my legs. As I complete my turn, I see a man in a black suit in the distance with his back to me. From his stance, I feel I know him from somewhere. His hair is black, with a short military cut and, as if on cue, I hear music begin to play. The tune seems familiar and soothing and I place it as a waltz.
I take but one step forward, but the next moment I am behind him, he turns as if expecting me and slightly bows at the waist, putting his hand out for mine. I take it and step forward into his arms. As we dance, I look him over, trying to place where I know him. He has intense blue eyes, black hair forming a small widow’s peak on the center of his forehead and ears that are a bit too noticeable because of his severe haircut. Then he smiles at me with a huge gin that speaks of great delight and his eyes seem to twinkle with hidden humor, which only makes me smile back unable to deny him any kind of happiness as I sense he often is not as happy as he pretends.
His features are not that of a young man but pleasant to look upon, his body is solid muscle, muscular but not muscle bound. He exudes a strength that seems to go beyond his physical form and moves with the limberness and grace of a professional dancer. We glide about in the soft cloudy white, our bodies in sync with each other and the music. I feel so content to move in his arms, like this is where I have always wanted to be. I feel his sturdy warmth next to me and I shiver with delight. He pauses with concern in his eyes and find I can do nothing but smile back at him at his consideration and lean into his warmth putting my head upon his shoulder and close my eyes. His strong arms surround me and as he pulls me a fraction closer, I smell leather and that scent that is so uniquely and wonderfully him. This feels so right, but I also feel that there should be something more.
The music stops and I cringe at the thought of him leaving. I look up into his eyes as he steps back and they mirror my own. Our eyes remain locked and without a word, he leans in to capture my lips. His lips are warm and soft, so gentle yet firm, his arms pull me in tighter and I feel like I am melting at the heat of his touch.
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Hours later Rose wakes with a sob as she remembers her dream and knows it was just a dream regardless of how sweet. As the pang of loss lessened she was glad to see at least the beautiful room she had been given wasn’t as much of a chimera and so maybe some day her dream could come true.
Chapter 10 - Aftermath
Moving Forward Index 1
Later that evening, Rose had come back to the TARDIS. It had been a very long couple of days with little sleep and it was catching up with her. For a short time she and the Doctor talked about inconsequential things, neither wanting to broach what had happened at Downing Street before the explosion. It had been terrifying and yet at the same time exhilarating and she now knew without a doubt how much he cared.
She thought about how he had watched her for hours as he had brooded in the cabinet chambers. She had not realized that he already knew what would probably have to happen yet still he had worked so hard to find another way, a way that would not risk her, even though in the end he had to do exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid. The thought he cared for her that much sent shivers down her spine. No man had ever cared about her enough to even think even for a few minutes, let alone hours, about how to make her life easier. It both thrilled and at the same time scared her how deeply she had fallen for him.
When the quiet began to become uncomfortable, she said her good night and headed off to the bedroom she had located before everything had been turned on its head. To her surprise, when she came to the door of the room she found that the door was now made of the most beautiful carved wood. It was adorned by vines of roses of all types and stages of blooming, entwined around both the doorframe and edge of the door. Just at eye-level was the most beautiful spelling of her name she had ever seen. The curves of her name looking like they had been based on some fancy calligraphy writing and appeared to be painted in a sparkling gold finish. For long moments, she just stood there stunned. Had he done this, when, how? At first, she wanted to turn around immediately and return to the control room to thank him for the lovely present but she paused unsure what she would say, and suspected it would embarrass him if she did. Gently tracing her name with a fingertip, she was decided by a huge yawn that she couldn’t suppress.
She really was very tired and with that, she entered the room only to find it too transformed. It was nearly double in size from the last time she had been in there. A queen size four-poster canopy bed in the right corner of the room had replaced the simple, but extremely comfortable, bed that she had slept in previously. The canopy was of the loveliest shade of rosy pink, the uprights and headboard appeared to be lightly stained oak and carried on the carved rose theme of the door, the wood stain accentuating the carved patterns. The carpet, which had been an innocuous chocolate brown, had been replace by a thick pink carpet with a small round throw near the door side of the bed that looked like one of those fancy Persian rugs she had seen in that shop she had been in once with her mum; again there was the rose pattern. Across from the bed was a beautiful four-drawer dressing table with large Oval mirror also surrounded by the carved wood roses. A narrow bedside table sitting just next to the headboard also sported the same pattern. Atop the bed were two big fluffy pillows and a beautiful pink duvet. The walls were exactly the same shade of pink as her bedroom at home.
She was stunned, the backpack she held slipping to the floor soundlessly, as she stood just in side the almost closed door. Never had she seen a more beautiful room. When finally she snapped out of her shock she went to turn and go thank the Doctor for this but as she reached for the door it pulled itself shut and she felt a strong sense of disapproval. For moment, she stared at the closed door as she realized that the TARDIS was making it very clear she shouldn’t. Quietly she turned back to face the interior of the room and said to the sentient ship slowly and clearly, feeling odd speaking to what was visually an empty room. “Please let him know how much I appreciate this.” Again that quiet sense in the back of her mind telling her that she was heard and the TARDIS agreed.
Looking back at the door she reached out hesitantly touching the door as the idea that she was actually within a living being sank in a bit more, what surprised her was that it just didn’t seem as scary as it once had. Turning she took her backpack over to the dressing table chair. She was tired and in spite of the desire to check out every inch of her new domain, she contented herself with quick wash up in the ensuite and changed into her pajamas. Walking over to the bed she gently sat down, knowing instantly it would be as comfortable to sleep in as the small bed it had replaced. It didn’t take her long to fall into a deep slumber.
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The room is cloudy, light seems to come from everywhere and yet at the same time no direction at all. I slowly turn around everything in all directions is a shade of white. I look down to see if where I stand has anything different to offer. The “floor” is of the same nature as everything else around, but I find my first glimpse of color. A luscious intense blue that seems to shine of its own accord, from the tips of my shoes that peek out beneath the full skirt of the dress I am wearing. I look down my front to find I am attired in a dress, low cut at the bodice and I feel it is backless. My hands are in cased sheer pale blue gloves that end at the bend of my arms.
I spin about just for the feel of my dress swishing about my legs. As I complete my turn, I see a man in a black suit in the distance with his back to me. From his stance, I feel I know him from somewhere. His hair is black, with a short military cut and, as if on cue, I hear music begin to play. The tune seems familiar and soothing and I place it as a waltz.
I take but one step forward, but the next moment I am behind him, he turns as if expecting me and slightly bows at the waist, putting his hand out for mine. I take it and step forward into his arms. As we dance, I look him over, trying to place where I know him. He has intense blue eyes, black hair forming a small widow’s peak on the center of his forehead and ears that are a bit too noticeable because of his severe haircut. Then he smiles at me with a huge gin that speaks of great delight and his eyes seem to twinkle with hidden humor, which only makes me smile back unable to deny him any kind of happiness as I sense he often is not as happy as he pretends.
His features are not that of a young man but pleasant to look upon, his body is solid muscle, muscular but not muscle bound. He exudes a strength that seems to go beyond his physical form and moves with the limberness and grace of a professional dancer. We glide about in the soft cloudy white, our bodies in sync with each other and the music. I feel so content to move in his arms, like this is where I have always wanted to be. I feel his sturdy warmth next to me and I shiver with delight. He pauses with concern in his eyes and find I can do nothing but smile back at him at his consideration and lean into his warmth putting my head upon his shoulder and close my eyes. His strong arms surround me and as he pulls me a fraction closer, I smell leather and that scent that is so uniquely and wonderfully him. This feels so right, but I also feel that there should be something more.
The music stops and I cringe at the thought of him leaving. I look up into his eyes as he steps back and they mirror my own. Our eyes remain locked and without a word, he leans in to capture my lips. His lips are warm and soft, so gentle yet firm, his arms pull me in tighter and I feel like I am melting at the heat of his touch.
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Hours later Rose wakes with a sob as she remembers her dream and knows it was just a dream regardless of how sweet. As the pang of loss lessened she was glad to see at least the beautiful room she had been given wasn’t as much of a chimera and so maybe some day her dream could come true.
Chapter 10 - Aftermath
Moving Forward Index 1