I know I suggested an RP and then fell off the face of the planet, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve got finals coming up, so I’m pretty stressed, and on top of that, the time I spend online is spent on my main tumblr, not here. Yeah, I know, but at this point a lot of the time, even RP’ing is more brain power than I have to spare.
I’ll get on this when school ends and I have a bit of time in June, and this blog will be awesome and full of RPs from all over. Till then, I’m officially on RP-Blog hiatus.
I am in need of a partner or two. I created this account, but I have no one to RP with. Help me?
(Note: I RP Sherlock on acrownforhoney, which I have yet to clean up and format.)
“Your sometimes children?” she laughed. “What is that supposed to mean?” Rose couldn’t understand what he meant. What he said made no sense. All she thought was He couldn’t be serious. After her burst of laughter, she nodded at what the Doctor had said next. “He really was a brillant man, though. I guess that’s where I got it from,” she joked, with a slightly broken smile. Obviously, she was trying to see the bright side of her situation, though the pain continued to linger.
The Doctor shrugged off her question and turned to her, eyes softening. “Yeah. Maybe. Brilliance and attitude, one from each, and a bit that’s all you.” He tugged off his leather jacket and went to hang it on the coat hook by the door.
Rose lightly chuckled. “I would’ve thought having a good kid meant you were a failure after all,” she commented, smiling a little more than before. She glanced at him before slowly walking around the console again. ”The shouting fest would’ve been fun to laugh about later on though.” She stopped when she was opposite of the Doctor. Her smile started to fade. “Then again, they may have made the relationship less enjoyable,” she shrugged. She started to look over the various knobs and buttons in front of her, though for no real reason except avoiding eye contact again. “I sometimes doubt having a father isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. You always hear about how people fight with their parents and I’ve had my fair share of fights with my mum. Having a father might’ve been twice the fights.”
The Doctor shrugged. “My- children sometimes go galaxies, centuries away to avoid facing their parents after they’ve had fights.” He gave a tight smile, and ran his fingers over the glass cylinder in the center of the console. “Be glad that you’ll only have good memories, no bad to taint them. Just the good times you had with him.”
Rose lightly chuckled. “I would’ve thought having a good kid meant you were a failure after all,” she commented, smiling a little more than before. She glanced at him before slowly walking around the console again. ”The shouting fest would’ve been fun to laugh about later on though.” She stopped when she was opposite of the Doctor. Her smile started to fade. “Then again, they may have made the relationship less enjoyable,” she shrugged. She started to look over the various knobs and buttons in front of her, though for no real reason except avoiding eye contact again. “I sometimes doubt having a father isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. You always hear about how people fight with their parents and I’ve had my fair share of fights with my mum. Having a father might’ve been twice the fights.”
The Doctor nodded. “My- sometimes children don’t talk to their parents for years after having fights, go galaxies and centuries away to get away from facing the issue again.” He fingered a knob, then looked up at Rose with a tight smile. “Be glad you were happy with your dad. Never have any bad memories to tarnish the good.”
i“I guess you can consider my father lucky for knowing I turned out alright before he died,” she exhaled. Rose pulled at her sleeves before she stood up. She leaned against the edge of the console. She stared at the center as it moved up and down. “Is that all a parent wants? To know that their child turns out okay?” she asked, keeping her voice flat. She sighed as she moved some strands of hair out of her face. “If you think about, if he didn’t die, I wouldn’t have needed to work at the shop. I wouldn’t have been there when the ‘mannequins’ came to life. I wouldn’t have met you.” A small smile started to form. “I would’ve missed some amazing adventures.”
The Doctor flashed her a closed-mouth smile. “That’s what being a parent’s all about. It’s alright if you’re a failure, so long as your kids turn out alright.” It wasn’t what he’d wanted to say, really, but it was close enough. He’d wanted Pete to live, for Rose to have a father, because he knew that losing a child hurt far more than losing a parent. Pete hadn’t just lost his life, that day. He’d lost his wife and child, same as they’d lost him. The Doctor had lost all three, parents, children and wife, so he knew. The Doctor mentally shook himself and straightened. “So. I guess you got more than most get. And you got to skip the adolescent shouting fests.”
“It’s not your fault,” she assured him. She looked up and took a breath.”If anything, it’s my own. I was the one who caused the paradox, I was the one who put all those people in danger, and I was the one who started everything. I was stupid enough not to listen to you. You told me not to interfere, but I did it anyways,” she reminded. Rose bit her lip as she debated what to say next. “I wanted to meet him. I met him. He turned out to be one of the greatest men. He got to know how his daughter turned out.” She seemed to be trying to convince the Time Lord that it wasn’t that bad, but the way she spoke almost made it obvious that she was trying to convince herself even more. “He knew how his little girl turned out without him. He… knew,” her voice cracked on the last word. “That he had to and that everything would turn out okay when he did.”
“That’s what fathers do.” The Doctor moved around the console, checking settings and tugging the monitor around to check the readings. “And that’s so much more than some fathers get,” he murmured to himself, not looking at Rose. He lifted his head and looked over at Rose, and his face softened. “He did it for you. It’s not your fault. Any father would.” The Doctor swallowed again and cleared his throat, winding a dial that didn’t actually do anything, just for something to do.
Rose nodded and refused to look up at the Doctor. “That’s why I’m thanking you,” her voice soft. “I just never expected all that to happen. It’s hard watching him die, wanting to save him, then watching him choose to die.” She put her hand to her mouth, trying to contain whatever she was feeling. She felt a sort of relief, a sort of pain, and a sort of regret. She couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad, she just felt… Paralyzed. Rose looked up for a moment, as if to say something, but her mouth never moved. There was only an unsure look on her face.
“I tried to stop it,” he murmured, almost to himself. He had. He’d wanted to lock the universe on a different path, make it change direction, force it to accept Rose’s father back into a place he was never meant to be. But he supposed, it was better that he hadn’t. He’d heard stories of people who succeeded in that, and the consequences were hard for both the people who were saved and the people around them. They repelled everyone, including themselves. Because they were wrong. “I’m sorry.”
