Oh what a nice prompt list! Let's say, 30?
So, you didn’t give me a pairing, and this went to an odd place, but… have some 13xDimensionHoppingRose?
#30 - “harsh whisper”, from this list
Rose gasped, dropping down to avoid being shot. How she’d ended up in the middle of abattle with ugly red things covered in what looked like suction cups shehadn’t a clue, but in all honesty, it didn’t surprise her; she’d landed in alot of sticky situations, and at this point, was too damn tired and homesick tobe amazed. This’ll make a good storywhen I find the Doctor again, she reminded herself.
“Stop that,” the woman next to her hissed, peering carefullyover the top of their makeshift barrier. The northern accent combined with the harsh whisper reminded Rose of herfirst Doctor so much she physically ached, making it hard to concentrate for amoment.
“Stop what?” Rose wanted to know, slightly affronted. “Being attacked? Love to, but it’s them you’d need toconvince.”
The woman shot her a dirty look. “Don’t start. Clearly you skimmed my memory, but not very well- didn’t bother to lookat timestamps. If my memory hadtimestamps. Well, I suppose it does, sortof, but- that’s not the point. You can’ttrick me.”
The other blonde rolled her eyes. “I’m not gonna tell you my plan, and I’m notgonna let you follow me. I’ve alreadybeen through the whole ‘you-lot-impersonating-my-friend’ thing a few times, and it was alot more effective when she was actually around. You’re about two thousand years too late forthat face you’re wearing. Do at leastput in a little effort, would you?”
She turned back to examining the invading aliens, missinghow Rose’s eyes widened, jaw dropping incredulously. “Doctor?!”
“Yes?” He- she- they?-snapped impatiently.
“What did I just say? You’re not going to stop me from stopping you, so you might as well runalong and try to convince upper management to just leave.”
“No, Doctor- it’s me.” Rose grabbed her hand, placing it over her heart. “It’s me.”
The Time Lord (Lady?) slowly turned her head to seeher. “No.”
“Really. I’m not a-what are they?”
“I’m not a Zygon. Ora Nanogene, or a Gelth, or a Slitheen, or any of the other species we’ve comeacross. I’m me.” Matching sets of whiskey eyes peered into theother, searching for that familiar spark. Movement from behind the Doctor told Rose they didn’t have long, wereabout to be found, and she grinned the grin she only gave him- her. “First word you ever said to me,” shemurmured, the Doctor’s harsh breathing filling the space between them, “trappedin that cellar so long ago.”
“Run,” the Doctor sighed.
“Exactly. Run!” Zygons came around the corner then and thetwo went tearing off, hand in hand, just as they had that very first day of forever.
Once you start running with the Doctor, you never, everstop.
