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Ten/Rose, ~2000 words, Teen-ish
Angst (seriously, it’s like 98% pathos)
EDIT: Constructive criticism and critique welcome on this one — feel free, negative opinions OK, and all that. I promise I won’t take offense.
It’s a curious thing, causality. The possibilities of every microsecond, a spider web of moments, colliding, deflecting, forming probability vertices and bottlenecks of likelihood, or circling back on themselves, cementing fixed points and shunting other streams off into the infinite array of never-weres and might-have-beens.
And, every now and then, there’s the rare binary—one particular instance that spirals around itself, synchronous timelines never intersecting, and with each possibility equal in weight. A double helix of time, branching off from a single choice. Yes-or-no. On-or-off. He-loves-me, he-loves-me-not.
In this case, it’s definitely the former.
If you're still taking doodle requests, what about Nine and Rose on swings? Thank you!
The start is as good a place as any to say goodbye.
The Doctor blinked as he watched the seven planets of the Vaale System hurtle past the observation window, the black hole turning their glittering blue rings to dust before his eyes.
He blinked again and felt Rose’s fingers twine with his, warm and comforting. Squeezing her hand, he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corner of his lips; even at the mouth of oblivion she made everything less bleak.
“Are there people on those planets? I mean, are they still…”
She leaned her head on his shoulder and, though his eyes were still trained on the sky, he could see her face clear as day — the worried furrow creasing her brow, the glossy sadness in her eyes.
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