#rosetotherescue

[capaciityforpain]

@rosetotherescue from x

“Well, that was--that was because...if I didn’t say it, then it maybe it wouldn’t really be over.”

[actuallybasil]

@rosetotherescue liked this for a prison verse starter

Basil approached the woman slowly, eyes narrowing as he tried to work her out. “Are you a visitor or a new prisoner?” He asked her, taking the seat next to her. It was lunch hour, and Basil had been wandering around on his own as usual up until now. He didn’t normally see other people on their own - prisoners generally stuck together in groups. 

[floofydoctor]

@rosetotherescue liked this for a dark verse starter

A twig was held in the Doctor’s cold, bony hands, held out in front of him on display. Slowly but with clear intention, he snapped the twig, and smiled at the wood splintering. 

“That’s a human life. That’s what I could do.” 

He dropped both pieces of the twig, letting them fall to the ground. “And now they’re useless.” 

[capaciityforpain]

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

ANGST STARTER SENTENCES

“You were worth far more than that.”

[thedoctornumber11]

Christmas starter for rosetotherescue

The Doctor had to think long and hard about a christmas gift for Rose Tyler.  He knew what she wanted, and he knew he couldn’t quite give it to her.  She wanted children and the Doctor knew it, but due to the nature of Time Lord biology, he couldn’t help her have that.

However he finally decided he would do the next best thing.  He would give her something similar to a child, something she’d be able to care for herself.  He went to several shelters through out time and space, and finally picked out the perfect puppy, one he knew Rose would love.

He packaged up a sonic screwdriver and some psychic paper just for her as well, along with a few of the things she might need to take care of the puppy, and wrapped them in gift wrapping and headed out to her house, the puppy on a leash.

“Merry Christmas,” the Doctor told Rose as she opened the door.

[differentfacesameman]

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Alex stood awkwardly outside Rose’s door.   Sometimes he wondered why this absolutely gorgeous woman would want to spend time with him.   A slightly damaged DI with his own share of baggage.  Yet, he couldn’t help but to be drawn to her.    He figured if she didn’t want him around, she would send him away.   Oh please never let her want to send him away.

When she opened the door the ghost of the smile appeared on his face.  “Hey, they are having one of those Christmas Celebration things.  Thought you might want to see it, with me.”

[yesbutoneoftheniceones]

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She had just landed, traveling through the void was getting harder and harder for her.  She was so tired..so when she heard the voice she immediately stopped.  “What?” She asked in confusion and glanced over her shoulder.  “Time Energy you say?” Rose ran toward him and grabbed his hand.  “Run..”

She completely ignored what he said. Well, it shouldn’t have surprised him. It happened quite a lot; he was fairly used to it with Lucie, actually. But this blonde, oh, she had no idea.

“Oh, believe me, I would. One touch from that and I’m space dust. But someone handcuffed me here and took my sonic. It’s over there.” He pointed towards a table on the other side of the room. A collection of objects surrounding the sonic. From handcuffs, to jelly babies, to a single plastic flower. The content of his pockets. A pile of junk, really. “-If you’re going to help me, hurry. If not, just hide. I’m too important to them to be eaten - well, right now, at least. But you -- they’d kill you without a second thought.”

[legsxeleven]

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     The TARDIS lands with that familiar whine, the destination      an old, familiar place; the hope... his Rose.       His port in the storm, always exactly what he needed, a       comfort in his darkest hours, a relief in his time of pain.      Maybe, he thought, they could be together just a little longer      this time. Just a little longer than however long it took for her      to pull him out of the darkness, maybe she’d hold him a little       tighter, let him listen to her heart for another beat - or two -       touch him in the way only she knew.                He had missed her.                             TERRIBLY.                           He always did.      He stood at the console, waiting for those doors to creak       open, waiting for his pink and yellow girl to rush in with       that beaming smile, hug him just a little too tight (not that      he minded) and make it seem as if like heartache was all      too easy to erase.