by Rabid1st
Doctor Who
Ten/Rose
AU from “The End of Time”
Rating: Mature Eventually
Beta: Not at this time. Eventually.
Warning: This is not a Ten2 story. He is gone, but, not forgotten, exactly.
Author's Notes: Once upon a time, a long time before Journey's End, I wrote a story called “What Wild Geese Know” that featured Ten and Rose starting out to be normal people like...well...everyone has now imagined Ten2 and Rose to be. But then Journey's End happened and I lost all taste for my favorite show. But still, I wanted to finish my Wild Geese 2 story idea. This story is going to take some of those ideas and work them around with a bit of what is happening with the Moffat/Matt series of Doctor Who thrown in to the mix, because I can't ignore that canon, I just can't.
Summary: There are a lot of unanswered questions in New Who. Loopholes in the plot that are shouted out loud. “Why did the TARDIS door close?” for example. Who closed it? Why did all time lines end with Donna? Who was that woman who warned Wilf? What caused that explosion on the TARDIS during the Tenth Doctor's regeneration? And when did the Doctor become such a helpless child, so afraid of endings? Of course, it may never be connected by canon. But I will connect it all here. The explosion on the TARDIS was the start of another story, in another universe. This is that tale.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Doctor Who. This is simply a way to pay homage to characters I love and wish to preserve in my mind.
NOTE:The LJ formatting looks awful to me, but others seem okay with it. Perhaps the fault lies with my browser. If you use Google Chrome and this fic is all squashed together, let me know.
“I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
~The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
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Part Two: http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/384327.html