Base Jumping

Disclaimer: I a poor one am. Nothing do I have. Freely do I give

Characters: Rose Tyler, The Doctor, and many many others

Rating: T

Summary: She wielded the dimension cannon like an extra limb, stabbing reality and seeping through its wounds. And it was a joy to blast it open, in the name of The Doctor.

Welcome to Base Jumping - a series of Rose's adventures on her way to finding The Doctor.

~in memory of the lives and homes lost in my hometown Brisbane and the South East Queensland floods~

Base Jumping

She had never base jumped on Earth. On her earth. She was never much into extreme sports before she met him. She was never much before she met him.

And now here she was, Rose Tyler, afraid little shop girl, intentionally ripping holes into the fabric of the universe. Of every universe. And it was thrilling.

They'd had the technology for a short while now. Had it and done nothing with it, even though she had longed to. Yearned to. It had haunted her in her dreams, the dimension cannon. It had called out to her in sickly sweet melodies, begging her to use it. To take it in her hands and blow a hole in reality. One little hole to be with him again.

But she hadn't, of course. If there was one thing he had taught her in their time together, it was perspective. There was so much in the world, in the universe and she couldn't risk any of it for herself. For him. Even if he was her universe.

But now it was different. Now the fabric of reality was being stretched and pulled and melded together and it was too late to be careful. She needed The Doctor and the whole of reality needed him too. And so, after endless nights of poisonous dreams that urged her to use it, here she was. She wielded the dimension cannon like an extra limb, stabbing reality and seeping through its wounds. And it was a joy to blast it open, in the name of The Doctor.

…

She could hardly count how many times she had stepped through the void to find disappointment and heartache on the other side. Sometimes she found him, much too early, sometimes devastatingly too late. Sometimes she didn't find him at all, but met others that knew him, and was envious and jealous and heartbroken and monumentally relieved to know that he wasn't alone. Most of all, she was tired. The jumps were endless, and her hope was waning. She didn't bother with mission reports any more, but hopped from universe to universe, losing her concept of time and space. She was a whirlwind of desperation and each reality began to bleed into the other, disappointment into disappointment.

But sometimes there were things and people that stood out in the sea of desperation.

Sometimes there was something to make her alive again.

TBC