A 10th Doctor and Rose fanfic
Author: LunarBlade
Timeline: This takes place sometime during Season 2, I suppose, and makes references to The Feast of the Drowned book by Stephen Cole. It's a good Doctor Who book, but my favorite is by far The Stone Rose by Jacqueline Rayner.
Notes: I've sort of generally turned away from writing fanfiction, but last April a co-worker introduced me to Doctor Who for the first time, and I fell in love with the whole thing. Especially with Tennant and Rose's love story, which I think is one of the best-told love stories I've ever saw, hand-in-a-jar and everything included. So I felt compelled to write a little short something.
This is going to be a short, multi-chapter story, and I hope you enjoy. If well received I could definitely be convinced to write some more of these two. They're just too wonderful!
As ever, English isn't my first language, so please let me know with any glaring grammar/spelling issues!
"Do you have to answer that right now?!" The doctor demanded, running for his life alongside Rose. He had her hand in one of his, and in the other he wielded his sonic screwdriver like a magic wand.
Rose was panting, rushing under and over rusted pipes. The decrepit service shaft around her groaned when his blue light made vents burst with steam, confusing their enemies and granting them a few more moments of safe escape. She pressed her phone to her ear, hoping very much it wasn't her mum calling...
"'Allo?" He breathed. The doctor gave her a look, obviously disagreeing that this was mobile phone time.
"Oh my god, it actually got through!" Exclaimed the voice on the other side. Steam and gunshots prevented positive identification. The pair rounded a corner, and the doctor soniced the heavy metal door behind them shut. They were trapped, though, as the room they had entered was something like a large supply closet, with brooms and mops and buckets stacked carelessly against rust-red walls.
"Hello? Sorry, who's this?" Rose asked, trying to catch her breath as the doctor leaned on his knees, just breathing and chuckling to himself.
"It's Keish, stupid!" Now, in the relative quiet of the room, she could hear her better. "This isn't going to cost me long distance, is it?" She added. Keisha was one of Roses closest friends, back in the day. It wasn't even that long ago, really, now that she thought about it. Things have change between them, they've changed as people.
"No, Keish, it won't. I got... a special mobile plan, I do." She smiled at the doctor, who smiled back.
"Listen, Rose, I know you're still out and about travlin', so you probably didn't get the invite..."
A loud hammering startled them both, the creatures on the other side trying to force their way in.
"What invite?" Rose asked, clamping one hand on her ear and stepping as far away from the door as a small room allowed. The doctor was, she could only guess, fighting back; flashing his screwdriver at points in the solid metal wall that made sense only to him.
"What's that racket?" Keisha asked, Rose could tell she was practically yelling into the phone on her end.
"...We're just passing by a construction site." She blurted out. "What's this about an invite?"
"I knew you didn't get it!" Keisha laughed, "Too busy these days even to RSVP for your best mate's wedding!"
"Wha? Get out!"
She leaned on the wall, and the doctor mouthed the words 'are you done?' silently and impatiently. The creatures outside were after their lives. Still, Rose just waved at him to leave her alone for a sec and cupped her mouth towards the phone so that Keisha would hopefully hear better.
"I'm getting married on Saturday! This Saturday!"
"Oh my god! Shut up!" Rose laughed lightheartedly, "That's amazing! Can I still come?"
"Of course! It's why I called, dummy! It's at the Blair Estate outside Glasgow!"
Rose's jaw dropped,
"That's in Scotland- and how did you afford the Blair Estate?!"
"Rose!" The urgency in his voice finally convinced her. He was grabbing on to a level in the door, and it was being attempted from the other side, too. His feet were scuttling in spot, trying to keep it from moving.
"Look, my train is here- I'll call ya in a bit and consider me in!"
She only had time to hear Keisha confirm that Rose's mum and Mickey were attending, and she hung up and ran to help the doctor.
The second she grabbed the handle, he dashed away.
"Keep holding that!" He commanded, gesturing at the door as if it might not have been clear what she was to hold on to. He started rifling through the mops, exclaiming some of them 'no good', or 'not enough'.
Having travelled with the doctor for almost two years now, Rose Tyler was used to almost all of his eccentricities, and trusted him without fault.
Not that he was without fault, heavens no. He drove her mad sometimes, but she knew without a doubt that she would travel with him forever.
Eventually he found two mops that had whatever mysterious property he was looking for when he flashed her his 1000 watt grin, tossing her one.
"You can let go now, Rose." He beamed, holding out the mop like a spear, "Our way out shall be carved with muddy waters!" He laughed.
The door opened. They charged.
A screech, like an old gate opening and closing, opening and closing... The TARDIS materialized.
Rose stepped out, dressed casually with a small duffle for supplies. There was a small town around her, the outskirts of the Blair Estate. It was a 5-star hotel and Keisha has gotten all her guests rooms at a steal.
This information was obtained earlier from Rose's mum, who was coming in with Mickey in his car first thing tomorrow morning. They agreed to meet at the hotel. This left her only one problem: the doctor.
He was leaning in the entrance of the TARDIS, arms crossed over his chest, ever in his coat and pinstiped suit. His face was stern, and she knew him well enough by now, and knew by the way he stood, by his eyes and by his silence that he was agitated.
Mad with her. And frankly, she was angry that he was angry.
"Look," They both said at the same time. She turned to face him. He let her speak with a wave of his hand.
"Look," She started again, "You can't just expect me to ditch everyone here." She pointed out matter of fact, trying to control her temper. "I know you don't do 'domestics', but this is one of my oldest mates' wedding!"
"Boring." He declared, looking away like he was getting bored just thinking about it. "Why do you even want to attend after all the stuff she's done?" He carefully kept his tone uninterested.
"I don't understand you." She huffed, "She's still my mate. She apologized for all the stuff back then."
She apologized, Rose reminded herself, apologized about the whole terrible mess with Mickey and for the whole terrible mess with The Ascendant...
"This is the Keish who got you turned into a fish! Ha, rhyme!" He said. He was referring to an incident perhaps half a year ago, where the crippled navy vessal The Ascendant was towed into port and people were being taken as egg-carriers for an aquatic alien invasion force. Rose was one of those people, and Keisha and been sort-of-kind-of directly involved.
"Yes, Keish who turned me into a fish." She smiled sardonically. She remember that incident very clearly. "She's still my mate."
"I'm still your mate." He protested, not unkindly. But he was trying to pull her away from an event of importance in her life. Why? Because he was the doctor, and he didn't do domestics.
"Look, are you that lonely that you can't be away from me for forty-eight hours? The wedding's tomorrow, and you can come back Sunday morning." There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but he was asking her to forget about her old life, and not for an emergency, but for the oceans of Yatoosh, where they are apparently ever changing in color. Not for a dying race in need of rescuing, no. For shiny water.
"I just want to attend something normal for once. My mate's wedding, it's not like the oceans will be gone by Sunday!" She resisted the urge to stamp her foot, having to remind herself that she was now in her twenties, no longer a teen. "Keish will never talk to me again if I miss it, alrigh'?"
He remained sullen and silent. And she knew, knew with unerring certainty why he didn't want her going. She wasn't stupid, and she knew him all too well.
"Look, why don't you come, too?" He immediately straightened, shook his head,
"Oh, no no nonono..." He pursed his lips, "Too dull for me, and celebrating with a bunch o' humans... and not my favorite humans, either."
"This is important to me!" She said, louder than she intended. "Don't make me choose between you and my old life!" His eyes widened for a moment, then he said, "No, no. I won't make you choose." he scowled and reminded her a lot of his old face, his old taciturn nature. "You go and do your human thing." He waved a dismissive hand, and she wanted to strangle him, "I'll be back Sunday."
"Ugh!" She screamed as he slammed the door shut, she actually stamped her foot this time, her frustration too much. The TARDIS didn't vanish right away, and Rose turned to leave. She paused for a moment when she took in her surroundings. It was early summer, so there was still a chill in the early morning air. The path the TARDIS was parked alongside was an old dirt road, leading from a small cluster of classic-looking houses and towards the hotel right round the corner. The whole place looked like something out of the 1950's with the exception of the hotel round a lane of trees, which was converted from an old scottish castle. Trees blocked out pale sunlight, and grassy hills rolled towards the horizon. The lampposts were aged, probably from the same time period of the houses, and well preserved. She actually burst out laughing when she saw an honest-to-god police box right across and slightly further down the path from the TARDIS. It was nearly identical, perhaps a few more dings and scratches than the disguised spaceship. She turned to knock on the TARDIS' doors and show the doctor, but remembered that she was angry with him and that he was being daft, and she started towards the hotel, already pulling out her mobile to text Keisha that she had arrived.
A flick of motion caught her attention, and when she looked up from her mobile the path was deserted. She did note that the TARDIS had left. Sighing and trying to sooth her frayed nerves, she left.
It took too many embraces to get Keisha to acknowledge that she was actually there. She kept on disbelieving it, and hugging Rose again each time she saw her. Her voice was an octave higher, and she couldn't seem to sit still for more than three seconds, so Rose attributed it to pre-marital jitters.
Rose was given a room (with a queen-sized bed, and Kiesha made sure to give her a wink), and she was standing idly in it, suddenly not sure what to do.
Was the doctor alright on his own? Was he going to come back?
Of course he was going to come back, she scolded herself, but... but in her mind she saw Sarah-Jane's puppy-like eyes, her admonish that he had abandoned her. She had waited for him for years and years and he left and never meant to come back for her. Was this her Sarah-Jane moment? Had she just lost the most important thing in her life over Keisha's wedding?
She sat down heavily on the bed, rubbing her face in her palms. She couldn't think like that, had to trust the doctor, just like always.
But Sarah-Jane, she trusted the doctor, too...
She wanted him to be here with her. Wanted his presence like a drowning person wanted a lifeboat to cling to, and it's only been a few hours since she'd last seen him! She suddenly craved nothing more than to be in his arms, even though last time she saw him she didn't want to even say goodbye. Felt strangely weak for thinking that. Was she clingy? Dependant?
She felt stronger when he was around, but it was more like she felt stronger because he existed, because she existed in a capacity that was important to him. Was that the sort of weakness women weren't supposed to have anymore? Was it even a weakness at all?
A knock on the door made her jump and yelp, and she blushed when the door opened with a tentative, "Sorry!" from the other side.
It was Roger, Keisha's fiance. Rose was very briefly introduced to him when she had arrived, and understood that he was bloody rich and it was his pocket that was being dipped into for the accommodations, ceremony, and travel expenses. She figured he must really love Keisha to spend all this money to invite her veritable army of friends. At least that.
She shook his hand, suddenly awkward and uncertain.
He was a tall man, with dark-coffee skin and laughing brown eyes. He was apparently in training to become an airline pilot, after his stint in the military.
"So strange to meet you a day before the wedding!" He exclaimed after he had entered. He started using her hotel room's lavish in-suite kitchenette to make them both a cup of tea. Rose sat at the little dining table (made for two) and couldn't seem to get her mind into the excited tizzy she assumed it would take at her friend's nuptials. Roger continued, "She talks about you a lot, you know, all the crazy stuff you did in highschool."
Rose managed a smile. It felt like it had all happened to another girl, looked upon through a time-portal. At her quiet he asked, bringing two cups of tea to the table,
"Did you really punch out Kevin Hardy 'cause he pinched Keish's ars?" Here she broke into a surprised laugh.
"Yeah, yeah I did, didn't I? It was ages ago!"
"Only two years ago," he smiled, "but after highschool everything in highscool does feels a million years away, doesn't it?"
She felt a pain in her chest. She's been to a million years from now, hasn't been to a million years ago. Wanted to be in the TARDIS, not here, awkwardly drawing conversation from a stranger...
"So," She tried, "How'd you two meet?"
"She hasn't told you?" He seemed surprised, maybe a little hurt.
"Oh! No, it's just that I haven't really... Haven't really called in a while. Been tranvelin', you know."
"Yeah, she mentioned you just up and gone with some bloke travelling." Did he know about the doctor? What had Keisha told him about the Feast of the Drowned incident? She forced a calming breath, even while her mind was shouting out warnings that this man might not be what he seemed. Could be an alien, got to Keisha as a way to get to her and the doctor...
"Well, as for me and Keish," The smile on his face was completely smitten as he recalled, and Rose forced herself to relax. "I served for a while with her brother." He said.
"Oh, yeah, Jay. He's arriving tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, it'd be good to see him again." Then he continued, "See, he had a picture of his sister in his wallet and one time we went to the base's store to get a snack, and I see this gorgeous girl all over him in the picture, right?"
His smile was infectious and Rose found her own grin not so hard to maintain anymore,
"Then I hear him talking to his sister on the phone, but I don't connect it, right? I mean who'd think that that hottie was actually his sister? But I couldn't get that picture out of my mind." He shook his head, mind in the story, "I kept on finding excuses for him to open his wallet." He made a voice that was supposed to mimic his own, "'Hey, bro, when does your driver's license expire?'"
"That's a weak one!" She laughed in earnest now, and he did, too.
"Yeah, can you believe it took him a month to catch on to me?"
"It took him a whole month?" She laughed with incredulity. He nodded, wiping his eyes from tears of mirth.
"Yeah, for a month I snuck peeks at what I thought was his girlfriend was feeling like such a sleaze... He told me 'mate! That's my sister you're droolin' ovah!'" He calmed down some, breathed a long 'hooooo' out of his mouth, "Then she came to visit him, just before he got assigned to The Ascendant. It was love at first sight, for me anyway." He chuckled again, "Took her longer to see me for the first time." He winked, and Rose smiled.
They paused, sipped their tea. "That was a right mess, The Ascendant." she said, mostly to herself. She thought of the doctor then, beaten around and tired. Thought of all the other times they barely made it out alive. Thought of how eagerly he always presented himself as sacrifice, knowing that he could make it, maybe hoping one time to prove himself wrong. Didn't matter to him either way, sometimes.
As if reading her mind, or maybe just wanting to perpetuate the conversation and make good with his soon-to-be-wife's friend, he asked,
"So, you're travelling! That's exciting. What brought that about?"
Behind her mouth the story of 'I have had my department store exploded by a nine-hundred year old alien whom I've been travelling with in a blue police box. Also, I'm completely smitten with him.' played out. The corrected version of the story is what she said, "After the shop blew up-"
"I heard about that! A couple of years ago, now!" She nodded. In comparison to everything she'd seen and done, it was actually not all that exciting anymore. A footnote in a long series of things exploding. It was just the first.
"After it blew up I decided that life was too short, and that I wanted to travel. You could say I was being rebellious."
"I heard you disappeared for a year..." His face became compassionate, "Keish still talks about that time."
Rose didn't mention anything about that. Too much emotional baggage with it, still. The doctor travelled with no baggage, she realized, not the physical type, and he did his darndest to leave the emotional baggage behind as often as distractions allowed.
"Yeah, been travelling since."
"With a bloke, I hear." He gave her a lopsided grin, as if urging her to share a great secret. They've been hanging out for maybe half and hour, and this man was fast becoming one of her favorites. She couldn't help but smile at this line of questioning, "I met him that same day. He gave me the idea to travel and we've been travelling together."
"Together, together?" He eyed her from the corner of his twinkling eyes. Again she was nearly overcome by the desire to protect the doctor, not to speak of him, to figure out if this man had any ulterior motives. But even as she felt that, she could find nothing in the conversation that would be unusual for two strangers to discuss.
"No, well..." She gave him a rueful smile, "Not on his end, no. You could say he still hasn't seen me for the first time." She used his phrase with a grin.
"Aw, here here." He smiled, not with pity but with earnest hope, "I'm sure the bloke will come 'round. Keish says the few times she met him he was awful clever. He'll figure it out."
"Rog, where are ye?" Came the call from the corridor. He had never really closed the door, and his best man was looking for him.
They both peeked their heads out, and his best man, a young man she had been briefly introduced to during her arrival was waiting, smiling. His smile got a lot more playful when they approached,
"Oh, going for the town blonde are we?" He jibed, poking Roger in the ribs with a sagacious grin, "Keish said she was the hottie of the Powell estate."
Rose smiled, although she didn't care for the way he was eyeing her. Keish had tried really hard to mend bridges, but Rose... Rose had her own life now. It wasn't Keisha's mistakes that drove her away from her friendship, it was growing up and realizing how small she was and how large the universe was. Suddenly it made the whole 'social drama' thing lose its appeal. She didn't want any of it. She cared for Keisha, but she didn't care enough to stop travelling just so that they could go over to the pub and Keish could tell her all of the gossip about the girls they graduated with.
The doctor hated it when she talked about her old life, and eventually she almost started using it to her advantage, whenever she wanted to distract herself or him. The moment she'd start telling a story that didn't involve those humans the doctor knew already, like Mickey or her mum, he'd find a way to tell her about some place they need to go see, or a people she might enjoy meeting or a marvelous place he'd seen once. She knew why he did it. He never said it, but she knew and it broke her heart. Pissed her right off sometimes, too.
She guessed even the doctor had to travel with some baggage, after so long.
"Come off it." Was her answer to the complement. It almost felt weird to be in her timeline. The 'slow path' as the doctor called it. Almost strange to be amongst people who knew her and she had history with.
The rest of the day was busy. There were still preparations to be made, and old friends to meet up with, and even Rose found that tizzy she thought she would not attain. For minutes at a time she was just Rose Tyler from the Powell estate. And she laughed at lewd old jokes and remembered anecdotes of highschool. And she saw how absolutely insane her life had become in comparison. These people spoke of jobs and mates and drinking binges and parents. They spoke of grand adventures to the new mall or a vacation to Paris.
Paris. She'd have to ask the doctor to go there one day.
She didn't look down at these people, couldn't. They were just people. She's met so many just people and something of the doctor's love for 'just people' infected her. This is what life was made of, and she got to see it. "Everyone can 'see' life." The doctor had said one time, "Even blind people. But you and I," here he had leaned forward and did that little wiggle with his shoulders as his smile spread like a rising sun, wrinkling the corners of his eyes, "We get to see people seeing life. We get to realize how amazing they really are."
She had a blast, really.
It was late into the evening, preparations complete. Keisha, Rose and a few other of their old girl friends from highschool were lounging in the hotel bar. Since it was bad luck for her and Roger to meet the night before, the guys headed to a pub a short drive away.
"Mickey will cry that he missed a pub crawl!" Rose laughed.
"Mickey? Is he still hanging about you?" Tanika asked with a big grin. Rose hadn't seen her since grad. She was a mocha-skinned beauty with big pouty lips. She had spent a year after school travelling and immediately assumed that Rose and her were kindred spirits. Upon their meeting she suggested that Rose and her went on a skiing trip to the Canadian Rockies together. Rose had given a noncommittal reply.
She smacked her arm playfully, thanking the server when he brought them another round of drinks.
"Yeah, we're still really good friends." Rose said, her heart tightening despite herself. Not only did the whole 'doctor' thing put Mickey and her in an awkward spot, but Keisha's history with him was bound to sully the evening.
...It was part of the reason he chose to arrive for the wedding day itself. Rose caught Keisha's worried look and changed the subject,
"Aren't you worried about your Fred, Fred?" She asked the girl across the table. Fred (Short for Frederica) was a freckled blond who's glasses always seemed too big for her head. As a teen it made her look awkward and nerdy, but as an adult, and with her hair up like that it made her look like a hot librarian.
They ordered another round.
"I trust Fred-" (Short for Ferdinand) "-Impeccably." She said, lifting her nose at the rest of the girls and sipping her wine. She was, until the next day, at least, the only one amongst them to marry. She married her highschool sweetheart and had seemed to care more about one-upping her friends than she did that he was a bum.
"I'm sure all those strippers will trust him, too!" Laughed Tanika, "Or was that 'thrust him'...?" The girls laughed.
"So tell us about your trips!" Encouraged Shauna, the last other girl to join them. She was curly ginger that they actually used to dislike in middle-school, but once in highschool she joined their little clique.
Thankfully, Tanika thought she was talking to her and started to tell them about her backpacking through Europe. She kept on looking to Rose to confirm or add an anecdote, but the latter mostly just nodded or muttered "Yeah..."
"I got to say," Tanika said with such airs of worldliness, "that my favorite must have been the Pantheon in Greece. Have you been?" Here she actually directed the question to Rose herself. Yeah, she'd been. It wasn't completed yet and they were building it on a rift. The doctor said that's why they were building it there, they thought it was a holy place, but what they were seeing where psychic projections of the rift's fractal dimensions. They had to stop a creature bourne of that energy (it looked like a minotaur) from emerging and claiming to be Zeus himself. It wasn't one of their better adventures, with the doctor getter batted around by the thing while Rose worked to loosen an unsupported column to drop on the thing's head. The doctor loves running, but there are things even he isn't fast enough to dodge. He laughed it off, of course.
"Yeah, loved it." Rose said, plastering a smile on her face.
The drinks kept on coming.
Rose was still nursing her second drink. The talk of travels made her anxious again, and the previous drink wasn't sitting well with her.
What if he wasn't coming back...?
"I heard you're travelling with a bloke twice your age...!" Shauna whispered conspiratorially. At least, she meant to, but the girls were pretty drunk, so she practically yelled it. All eyes were suddenly on her. Tanika's were curious, Shuana's were eager for gossip, Fred's were condescending and Keisha's were narrowed.
"Umm... He's not that much older." She said, hoping that he'd come back with the same face and still at least look only in his early thirties. She couldn't very well tell them the truth!
"Your mum said, while you were... travelling that first time" This was Fred, looking into her drink down her long, narrow nose, "that he looked like an old U boat commander."
Yeah, he did a little, before.
"She was just angry with him." Dismissed Rose with a forced laugh, "He used to wear this jacket that was-"
"What he like? Are you cheating on Mickey with him?" Shauna was far too drunk to be held accountable for how much she was enjoying herself, not realizing the way her words came out. The other girls were looking at her.
"It's not really like that." She protested, keeping the corners of her mouth up as much as she could. "We're not a 'thing'. And Mickey and I... We're taking a break."
"Does he know it, before bringing your mum all the way to Scotland?" That was Keisha, and Rose sent her a glare.
"Yeah, yeah." She said, trying, oh trying so hard to remain cheery. "We're mates, we're good." She wanted to change the subject, and asked Kiesha, "How's Jay doing?"
Maybe that was a low blow, as it was Rose and the doctor who saved her brother back then. Saved the whole damn world. Again.
Keisha's jovial marriage mood seemed to have been washed away by the alcohol, and she drawled back,
"Oh, he's fine. Sticks around and helps, has a real girlfriend, and doesn't make up stories like some people."
It was immature and stupid. It shouldn't have bothered her, but it did. All of her travels and all she'd seen, and there was one of her oldest friends still doubting and giving her crap. Here was something she thought would be stable and constant, and she was being attacked.
The other girls all fell silent, glancing now at the rising tension.
"Keish," Rose said carefully, "That's not nice. I'm not lying." Maybe she could still diffuse this. Keish was drunk, but the words still stung.
"No pictures, no souvenirs, barely even a tan! You were here the whole time. When The Ascendant happened you just happened to be 'round? Gimme a break!" Keish insisted, looking away with so much resentment and bitterness in her features... it hurt more than the words.
"I've been travlin' all this time, Keish." She laughed it off unconvincingly. "I think you had too much to drink."
The other girls were just looking, and Rose wanted to beat each one of them up in a different way. None of them were trying to stand up for her, or even for Keish. They just wanted dinner and a show, just like when they'd go to pubs and stand there and watch each other fool around, or make a fool of themselves before the boys.
Gods, and she was just like that, too. Laughed at them behind their backs and made an idiot out of herself in turn.
"I don't need to prove anything." Rose said, mostly to the other girls. "I know I made a mistake not calling all that time, but I-"
"I know why you didn't call or write." Keish interrupted, her eyes slightly glazed and unfocused. Her anger was focused enough.
"You never went anywhere! I talked to Mickey and even he was all dodgy about it. You're lying to our faces!" She accused, louder than she intended, Rose was sure. "You ran off with that older bloke 'cause he had money. Probably drugs, too! You were his personal whore, and didn't want any of us to know!"
Rose felt her blood boil. The other girls were looking at her, their eyes suspicious. They wanted proof, wanted a rebuttal. But Keisha wasn't done yet.
"He's a nutter, that one. I met him!" She turned to each girl, "A skinny, rich nutter! I've seen how he looks at you, Rose, you can't hide it! And yet where is he now, huh? Answer me that, you b-"
"I'm done." Rose slammed her glass on the table, near tears. Bad mouthing her? After everything? After all those attempts at mending bridges? No amount of alcohol could justify this. No amount of history was worth this. And she was badmouthing the doctor, who nearly gave his life for humanity for the umpteenth time to save the crew of The Ascendant. To save Keisha's brother. To save the world.
How dare she?
"I'm going back to my room. I don't need this." She was internally incredibly proud of her current state of self control. A quivering lower lip and moist eyes, no yelling back, no screaming match.
"I'm sorry you all feel this way. I really am. I thought we were mates and I thought you believed me-" Her voice cracked, and she ran. So much for that self-control. She thought she heard Shauna call out after her, but she ran and ran until she was back in her room. She threw herself on the bed and cried until alcohol and tears drained her of consciousness.
Chapter one, here you go! I hope you like it so far. I should have the next chapter sometime early next week. Tuesday maybe? This is planned as a short story, but I said that before and they ended up novellas. :D
It's been a long time since I posted anything here... O_o I wonder if anyone remembers me?