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Title: Mysterious Ways, part 13 of ?
Author: Aenaria/[livejournal.com profile] io_aenaria
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Gemma (an OC), with appearances by Jack, Martha, Donna, and a bunch of other OCs
Rating: This part is PG, however rating is more than likely to go up by the end of it...
Summary: "She's been lost, found the key, unlocked the door to the universe, wandered about, took a detour, stopped, stopped some more, then started again. Now, finally, Rose Tyler is on her way home." The Sonnetsverse reunion. Has gone totally AU after 'The Unicorn and the Wasp'.
Disclaimer: Alas, no. All I've got is a kitten named Fortuna, but she's not for sale.

a/n: Stairs. That is all.

Many, many, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] anepidemic and [livejournal.com profile] earlgreytea68 for doing especially quick betas on this part. They've helped me out so much, and it's always appreciated. Also, to [livejournal.com profile] lady_mage, for her inspiration making me get this post out without delay. And to Paige. She knows why.

Previous parts of Mysterious Ways and the rest of the Sonnetsverse found here.

Thanks for reading!



Thirteen: If You Wanna Kiss the Sky…

“To touch is to heal
To hurt is to steal
If you wanna kiss the sky
Better learn how to kneel
(on your knees boy)”

- Mysterious Ways, U2


The green glaze creeping in at the edges of Rose’s vision tells her that this may not be an ordinary headache. She blinks roughly, an attempt to keep the green at bay. She rests her head in her hands, exhaling against the tablecloth.

There’s a rustling sound next to her, and she looks up to see Martha sliding into the chair next to hers. “How are you feeling?” she asks in a modulated voice that speaks of years of medical training.

“I’m fine,” Rose says, her hands dropping to her lap as she lets her eyelids fall shut again. There’s a buzzing in her head she just can’t escape, and it keeps building and building. Part of her wants to liken it to sex (eleven years and a lifetime ago). Those feelings that just rise and fall and rise again, that make her blood crackle and sing, that can make her forget herself and lose control.

Her eyes snap open and they glom onto her hands, resting there in a pool of sheer black silk and glittering adornments, and her mouth falls open just slightly. Because just like during sex, she now sees that her writing is beginning to creep out, black and fresh, starting with the first, her name, and bleeding up to the next one, La Serenissima…

La Serenissima. Venice. Was that a sign? A message set down ages ago and only coming into relevance now, like a bad fortune teller’s prediction that only makes sense after the fact?

Rose clenches her fists so tight that the skin loses its blood. It’s painful but it (just barely) manages to bring the marks back under control. She glances up at Martha again. She can tell that the creeping attack of the writing has gone unnoticed, but only because her arms were hidden by tablecloth and shadows. The other woman’s eyes haven’t moved from her suddenly pale as a winter’s night face.

“You’re not fine,” Martha says, grabbing onto Rose’s bare shoulder. “You are as white as a sheet.”

Priya and Lou come over to her other side, staring down at her with nearly identical expressions of concern on their very different faces. “Marion, you look like shit,” Priya points out none too gently, knowing that sometimes blunt was the only way to get through to some people.

“I’ll be all right,” Rose insists softly. “This isn’t the first time this has happened,” she says, almost whispering.

“First time I’m seeing it,” Priya fires back, “and as a doctor I’m ordering you to let us take you upstairs so we can check you out and find out what’s wrong. Otherwise, we’re taking you straight to hospital.”

“No hospital,” Rose says firmly, looking at the three of them in turn. Keeping her face steady she pushes the chair back with her legs and stands up, fully ready to go upstairs and lay down for a bit if it’ll keep the peanut gallery from poking and prodding her further.

But then…

Then the pressure bursts wide open in her head, sending her crashing to the floor, her hands and knees meeting the stone with an audible crack.

* * *

Gemma bursts into the room she and Rose are sharing, with Donna following close on her heels. “Oh, where is it?” Gemma cries, darting over to one the bedside tables.

“Where’s what?” Donna asks, still standing in the doorway. She feels a bit awkward, but there’s that small tingle at the back of her neck that’s practically screaming ‘Something’s happening!’

“Oooh,” Gemma moans, opening the drawers of the bedside table and scrabbling through them with no care for the contents.

“Gemma, what is going on?” Donna demands, making the girl pause in her frantic scurrying. She looks up at Donna, and the beginnings of tears are in her eyes.

“See, my sister, she used to know the Doctor ages ago. They were good…well, they knew each other really, really well,” she says, hands resting on the edge of the drawer. She pauses, as if trying to find the right words to explain the situation. “They lost track of each other, though,” she continues, leaping over the bed to get to the other bedside table and pawing through the mess on top of it. “Anyway, this all happened before I was born, I just heard the stories.”

“Was your sister a fetus then when she met the Doctor – she can’t be more than twenty,” Donna says, trying to keep the slightly sour tones of doubt out of her voice.

“Oh, don’t let her fool you,” Gemma replies, rolling off the bed and scanning the room rapidly. “She’s old. She’s at least thirty. But she’s been looking for him for ages and ages. And if he’s here now, I gotta tell her! Ah!” She gasps, and bolts for the dresser. Her hand lands on a tangled chain, and she picks it up and practically tosses it to Donna in her excitement.

Donna looks at the little bundle in her hand, flexing her fingers so that the chain pools in her palm. Then she picks up the object in the centre of the mass, what looks like a boring old house key. But she knows better. Dropping the key back she reaches down the front of her dress and pulls out an identical chain and key.

(Always be prepared, you know, especially in a dress without pockets – keep your TARDIS key with you at all times.)

There’s no visible reaction between the two keys, but there is a sudden vibration pounding through her palms that drives home the fact that neither of these are ordinary keys. Which means that the story, to some degree, is true. “Okay,” she says, placing the other key carefully back on the dresser. “Let’s round everyone up and find out what’s really going on.”

* * *

“Oh, Christ!” Martha yelps, dropping to the floor a second afterwards. Marion is there on her hands and knees, her fingers looking as if they’re trying to burrow into the stone below them. Her head is dropped forward, surrounded by an odd combination of feathers and curls, obscuring her eyes. Martha’s hands react instinctively, going to the side of Marion’s head and lifting her face upwards. Her mouth drops, breath escaping with a little shudder when she sees just what she has revealed.

Framed by the gold-painted plaster of the mask, Martha sees that the woman’s eyes are no longer their normal brown, but are instead shining a light aqua green obscuring cornea, iris, and pupil. It hardly needs to be said that this is not normal.

The unfocused eyes move to Martha’s, suddenly gaining focus even through the green. “Martha Jones,” Marion says in a low and steady voice. “Martha Jones…you’re a hero. This world lost an entire year but you…you managed to save it.”

Martha’s hands seem to lose half of their grip on her head, letting it fall forward again, even though she can still feel Marion’s hair against her fingers. ‘There is no way she could have known that,’ Martha thinks, frozen in place. Only those at the very centre of the storm on the Valiant had any clue about the year that never was, and the faces of all the participants had been burned indelibly into her memory. This one, Marion McCrimmon, certainly wasn’t one of them.

And now, she knows, there’s only one person who could make any sort of sense out of this one. The right kind of Doctor, as Jack mentioned to her once upon a time.

She looks over at Priya and Lou, who have just crouched down next to her as well. “Please tell me you saw that,” Martha pleads desperately.

“Her eyes were just glowing,” Lou whispers, barely audible over the noise of the crowd that somehow hasn’t noticed what’s going on.

(Just one more drunkard, the crowd thinks. Typical of this sort of party. If they only knew what was happening maybe they’d have paid more attention. But then, some moments were meant to be private – or just better with two.)

“I think it’s safe to say that is not normal,” Priya says, one hand going to Marion’s neck to take her pulse, considerably less freaked out than Lou is.

“I’ve got a friend who can help,” Martha says, smoothing a hand over Marion’s arched back. “He’s rather an expert in things like this.”

“Things like this?” Lou cries, panic evident in her voice as she wraps an arm around Marion’s waist, but who’s supporting who she isn’t sure.

“Yeah,” Martha says, pushing herself to her feet. “I think Donna said he was on the next floor up. S’where she last saw him when she went hunting for the loo.” She stares around the room, looking in despair at the dance floor with its mish-mash of people blocking the way to the main staircase.

Lou removes one hand from Marion’s back and points to the left, arm stretched parallel to the wall. “Service stairway is right there. Less crowded, too.”

“Right,” Martha nods. “I’ll be right back with help.” She runs along the clear path by the wall, wanting to find the Doctor as fast as possible.

* * *

With an internal click everything that’s going on within Rose’s body seems to shut off, leaving her back in her normal state. “Oh!” she gasps, dropping to the floor with an ungraceful thump. Barely a second after that she feels hands pulling her back up to a sitting position.

“Mar, you okay?” Priya asks, hands automatically going to her head and pulling it upwards.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replies, her mantra for the night.

“Fine? That was fine?!” Lou’s hysterical voice breaks in. “Your eyes were glowing!”

Bugger. All right, think fast, Rose. The quicker you explain your way out of this one the better.

“They were probably just glassy,” she says, offering up what she hopes is a reasonable explanation.

“Glowing green is a bit different than just glassy,” Priya points out, lips compressed into a thin line.

Dammit.

“Look, don’t worry,” Priya continues, oblivious to Rose’s frustration. “Martha’s got a friend, she said, who’s a bit of an expert in things like this.”

“Shit!” Rose hisses, then shakes off the concerned hands of everyone. “I don’t need any help; I’m fine.” With her flat sandals skittering on the stones of the courtyard, she scrambles to her feet. “She went upstairs, didn’t she?” Rose asks after a rapid glance around the floor.

“Yeah, but – “

Rose doesn’t hear the response, just takes off for the same staircase Martha had darted up only minutes before.

Lou and Priya trade a look and then, as one, they leap to their feet as well and take off after their friend.

* * *

“What?” the Doctor repeats, voice as flat and dry as crisp-bread.

“The same girl collapsed again,” Martha continues, sucking in a few mouthfuls of air to ease the burning in her lungs. “Only this time, her eyes started glowing green.”

“Glowing green,” Neil repeats in the same dry tone as the Doctor. “I think I’ve seen this movie before.”

“This isn’t a movie!” Martha snaps back, worry straining the lines of her face. “There was something else,” she continues, turning back to the Doctor. “She knew about the Valiant. I don’t know how, but she did. When her eyes were glowing, she told me that this world had lost a year.”

‘That howl,’ the Doctor’s mind immediately leaps to. The one that rang through his mind and sent him crashing straight to his knees. “Could have been some sort of psychic being,” he theorizes, pulling off his glasses (they looked a bit silly over the mask anyway). “It could be using this girl as some sort of conduit to make contact? I’ve seen things like that before.” He shrugs. “That’s one theory, at least. Could be anything.”

Martha reaches out and tugs at his tuxedo sleeve. “So you’ll come take a look?”

“Yeah, all right,” he agrees. “I always like a good mystery.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Martha grins.

Neil’s laurels slip forward again as he leans into the conversation. “If someone would care to elaborate, I’m lost.”

The Doctor makes a face at Neil. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s complicated, scientific…stuff.” He begins to follow Martha toward the service stairwell, but rolls his eyes as the sound of Neil’s sandaled footsteps trail after them. “No,” the Doctor insists, using his skinny frame to block the doorway. “This could be dangerous, and you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“I want to help, isn’t that enough?”

Martha looks up at Neil, a mirror image of the Doctor’s look. “Neil, he’s right. You’ve no idea what’s going on, and you’re more likely to get hurt instead of help.”

“Let’s go.” The Doctor leads Martha down the stairs. And Neil still follows. “All right, obviously you aren’t listening,” the Doctor groans, turning as he walks. It’s a complicated maneuver, a body twisted so that it’s walking sideways down the stairs with hands braced on the banister, all so that he can shoot another glare at the man following him. “Neil, you’re pissed and a danger to yourself.”

With his head turned the Doctor misses the fact that there are other people heading his way. In his defense, neither Martha nor Neil notices the small crowd either.

His back hits another body with a mild impact; it’s sudden and jarring but not damaging. “Sorry,” he hastily apologizes, spinning fully on the stairs so that he’s backwards now.

The person he’s walked into twists as well, no doubt to offer a similar apology. The lips under the other person’s mask begin to move, but then…

Then they both freeze, there in the middle of the staircase, and the Doctor knows his mouth is starting to gape open, but he gathers up the last shreds of his control and holds himself together.

Now this was interesting.

* * *

“Mari!”

“Marion, stop this!” Priya cries over the din of oblivious partygoers. “Come sit down, please! You’re not well!”

“I’m fine!” Rose yells back, a manic grin not unlike a certain alien’s spreading across her face. She pauses by the door to the service stairwell, hand on the latch, and turns to face them. “Really,” she pants, “it’s okay.”

If it’s something involving the TARDIS, how can it not be okay? All she’s got to do now is find Martha, somehow convince her it was all a mistake involving a wonky pair of coloured contacts (which, while unlikely to work, was all she had at the moment), and then continue on with her own investigation. The best plan? No, not by far – Martha seems a bit too wise really to buy into it, but it was short notice. The other option is running away, but she has no desire to do that to her friends. Not now, after everything they’ve done for her. With a snap of her wrist she throws the door open and hurtles up the stairway.

Lou and Priya are mere steps behind her, perpetually persistent. “We don’t have any idea what’s going on,” Priya calls out, struggling a bit to move because of her heavy and ornate costume.

“Seriously, it’s okay!” Rose fires back yet again, twisting to look down at them as she continues the climb up the stairs. “I think this has happened before,” she lets slip. “Maybe – “

Maybe it’s the crowd coming the other way on the stairs, maybe it’s the sudden revelation but whatever it is Priya and Lou pause in their tracks. Rose doesn’t notice and keeps going, twisting forward again to see the stairs she’s trying to climb. In mid-twist she bumps right up against someone, throwing her a bit off balance. She stumbles up to the next step, managing to keep her feet.

The hasty “sorry” tossed off behind her finally makes her stop and she turns back, ready to return the sentiment. Jackie would have been horribly disappointed in her if she forgot her manners, especially when it’s someone who’s not involved in the mess.

But then she looks, really looks at the person who walked into her, and the world seems to begin spinning beneath her feet once more.

Of course. What was it that was said about the best laid plans?

Rose resists the urge to let a smile spread across her face. Her eyes flick over him. He looks good but those eyes, half hidden by the black satin mask, speak of a lot of hardships in the intervening years. It’s a bit frightening that even after all of these years apart she can still read him like a beloved book.

It seems like everyone on the stairway is frozen in place, following their leads. Rose looks down at her girls, clustered on the step below the Doctor. She looks over her shoulder at the two behind her, recognizing Martha and Neil. Good, that’ll make it easier.

“Get out.”

At first Rose thinks the Doctor is talking to her, but then she sees his eyes glare past her, and then down at the two behind him. No one moves, however. They all keep their places in the unfolding scene.

“I said get out, all of you!” the Doctor yells, not removing his eyes from Rose’s face. A chorus of outraged squawks rises up.

“But – “

“What?!”

“Are you kidding me?!”

Rose looks down at Priya and Lou’s stunned and slightly angry faces, and smiles at them. “Seriously, it’s okay,” she reassures them once more. “Just let us talk in private for a little bit.”

“Are you so sure that’s a good idea?” Martha says slowly, no doubt seeing the stern and pale expression on the Doctor’s face. Rose can see it as well, and she feels a ball of nerves start to coil somewhere in her stomach.

The Doctor’s hand slides into his suit jacket and pulls out the sonic screwdriver. “I’m sure,” he says slowly.

“Go on,” Rose says, motioning with her head toward the top of the stairway. “I’ll find you upstairs in a little bit.”

Finally, Lou and Priya shuffle past the Doctor and her. Lou’s hand drops onto Rose’s shoulder as she passes, giving it a tight squeeze. Rose nods back and smiles at her, trying to convey that for once everything really is just as it should be.

And then, finally, the Doctor and Rose are alone – together.


T.B.C...
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Date: 2009-02-12 01:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jlrpuck.livejournal.com
Please--please--tell me we won't be waiting a month for Chapter 14. Even if it's a lie. Pretty please.

Brilliant. I had to force myself to slow down--to pay attention to the gorgeous detail you provided in the chapter, rather than skipping straight for the end and--FINALLY--the Doctor and Rose running into each other. You're masterful at building suspense, at setting this driving feeling to the story without making it hurried, rushed, or forced; even now, adrenaline is making my hands shake, all as a result of reading this fine bit of work.

Oh, this was just wonderful. I look forward to the next chapter.

Date: 2009-02-23 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
You won't be waiting a month for chapter 14. Seriously. I'm about halfway through already, and I'm going to try and make a major push tonight (I wanted to finish it last week, but various health inconveniences have popped up over the last couple of weeks and I've not been feeling at my best). That being said I'm really glad you liked the idea of the driving feeling in this chapter - it's something I actually worked really hard on here. I had to sit down and really plot out all of the movements of the characters in the chapter: who was where, who was moving, when were they moving. It felt more like choreographing for a moment. Fun, but complicated, you know? So I am really, really glad to hear that it worked for you. :) But you flatter me too much. *g* Thank you for reading and enjoying the chapter!

Date: 2009-02-12 01:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lexia4.livejournal.com
Finally!! I can't wait to see what happens now. :D

Date: 2009-02-23 09:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
LOL, I know, it took me nearly forever to get here! I hope it doesn't disappoint! :)

Date: 2009-02-12 02:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] paiger1218.livejournal.com
HEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I LOVE THIS SO FRAKKING MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Date: 2009-02-23 10:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
:D :D :D :D

Date: 2009-02-12 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mkejenkins.livejournal.com
oh god......

You are truly an evil person.

*refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* *refresh*

WHERE THE HECK IS THAT NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!

Date: 2009-02-23 10:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Next chapter is sitting half-finished in an open word document on my screen currently. I'm working, I promise! I don't mean to be teh evol... *g*

Date: 2009-02-12 03:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prynne12.livejournal.com
You *know* this is hideously unfair...to leave us with *THAT*...

Date: 2009-02-23 10:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Well...all right, it wasn't one of my better moves, but won't it make the next chapter even better?

*hopeful look*

Date: 2009-02-12 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kneazle.livejournal.com
WHAT!?!?

You can't be serious! Leaving it there! NOOOOOOOOO. NO.

ARGH!

(It's fantastic, but I'm in a state of shock at the moment. Fantastic, but you're evil!! and I mean that with love.)

Date: 2009-02-23 10:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I know it's all said with love, it's okay. :)

But yes, I left it there - it's really the last cliffhanger in the whole thing, I had to get one last one in. It'll make the next chapter even better though, I think. I'm glad you like it, even with the shock!

Date: 2009-02-12 03:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beckiebex.livejournal.com
To the pitchforks! ksjsdujfusndasofssi <--- War cry.


I Love you, for the reunion, but my god, CLIFFHANGER MUCH!?!?!

Update soon Queen of evil cliffhangers!

Date: 2009-02-23 10:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I'm going to be defending this cliffhanger 'til Armageddon, aren't I? LOL. Yes, cliffhanger.

But still, pitchforks? OW.

Next chapter is coming soon!

Date: 2009-02-12 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] postverta.livejournal.com
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! EVIL!!!!! How could you leave it there??!!!!

But also yay!!! They've finally found each other :DDDDDD

*goes off to read it again and hope it doesn't end in a cliffhanger this time*

Date: 2009-02-23 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
How could I leave it there? Quite easily, really. The conversation on the stairs deserves its very own chapter. And yes, they have finally, finally found each other again. Which makes me happy. It just goes uphill from here. :)

Date: 2009-02-12 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gate-ship.livejournal.com
Why did you do that?!!!! Why why why why why why why?!

Date: 2009-02-23 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Why? According to everyone else, it's because I'm evil. *g* But really, the next bit I really do think needs its own chapter, or at least needs to be the major feature in the chapter. This bit's big feature was all of the running around and cutting back and forth between viewpoints and jumping about, so to go from that to one solid scene of just conversation would be a bit much. This way, all your focus is on them, which is just where it should be. Yes, the rest of the peanut gallery will pop in there towards the end of the chapter, but it won't be too terribly distracting by that point. So there is method to my madness, I promise. :)
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Date: 2009-02-23 10:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I'm working on it, I'm working on it!!

Date: 2009-02-12 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deepdarkness.livejournal.com
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *faints from the joy*

Date: 2009-02-23 10:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
*gets out the pictures of nekkid!Ten again for revival purposes*

Date: 2009-02-13 12:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elrina753.livejournal.com
I feel like I've been waiting for this moment for SO LONG and it ends on a cliffhanger! *woe*

I can't wait to read more and please please please please please don't leave us hanging for too long!

Date: 2009-02-23 10:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Come on, did you really think it wasn't going to end on a cliffhanger? ;)

I'm working on the next part constantly, so hopefully it'll be out there for you to read as soon as possible.

Date: 2009-02-13 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jasminetea75.livejournal.com
ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH

*tears out hair*

I knew you were going do something like that but I was hoping you wouldn't. You know by the end of this story, I think I need to invest in a wig. Given that the next chapter is number 14 and the 14th is 2 days away which happens to be Valentine's Day, could we entice you to post on that day? Pretty please with a cherry on top!

Date: 2009-02-23 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Given that it's over a week past Valentine's day now...*sigh* Yeah. I am working on it though, I promise! Please don't invest in a wig - I'll donate some of my own hair because of your pain and suffering.

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Date: 2009-02-13 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jellybean728.livejournal.com
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW CAN YOU STOP THERE?!???!?!

Date: 2009-02-23 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Quite easily, apparently...if I say to trust me though, will you? Because I promise, it will be worth it!

Date: 2009-02-13 03:39 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU CAN'T ....I JUST.....I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!!!!!

Except, you HAVE to update soon.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE

Date: 2009-02-23 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I will update as fast as I can, I promise you that. :)

Date: 2009-02-13 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anneebrat.livejournal.com
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! You can't leave it there! *Tosses cookies, chocolate, and David at you*

Date: 2009-02-23 10:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
*grabs all three of the offered items* Mmmm, happy times with these!

The next chapter's coming, I promise!

Date: 2009-02-13 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liber-noctuae.livejournal.com
NOOOOOOOOO!!! and I thought the previous cliffies were bad.

Date: 2009-02-23 10:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I had the feeling that that would be the reaction here...but the next bit deserves the scene to itself, totally!

Date: 2009-02-14 12:58 am (UTC)
ext_7237: (Donna and Rose)
From: [identity profile] adriana-is.livejournal.com
I would yell in frustration over where you left it BUT, I am so glad that we've reached this point that I can't wait for the next chapter. I'm guessing he doubts his own eyes if he's taken the sonic screwdriver out but, I'll wait to see if I am right. Beautifully written, Missy.

Date: 2009-02-23 10:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Thank you darling! You're correct on the doubt bit but really, can you blame him? I think he's rightfully skeptical at this point in time, especially since the universe usually insists on spitting the bad things back at him instead of giving him the good ones...

Date: 2009-02-14 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smandypants.livejournal.com
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod

AND YOU STILL HAD A CLIFFHANGER! OF COURSE.

Well, this is a lesson for me: I checked your LJ, religiously, every day. And then the week got crazy and I missed a couple days. When I come back, I found this little gem. The moral of the story? I shouldn't check every day.

1) I can't wait for the conversation that's about to happen on the staircase. I bet the Doctor is going to have to scan her a bunch to believe she isn't an imposter.

2) I reeeeaaly want Donna and Gemma to rejoin the group. Can't wait for that scene either.

Quick question: when is Rose going to ruin her awesome costume and get dirty? Because in the original Sonnets, you say:

When she gets back to the TARDIS, it is all that the Doctor can do to let her out of his arms long enough to change her grimy clothes.

Is she going to fall in a canal, or something?

PLEEEEEEAASE update soon. I'll give you my entire recipe library. I'll cook you anything you want and send it to you. I'll move down to Rhode Island and be your indentured servant.

Please, please, just give us the next chapter.

Date: 2009-02-23 10:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
LOL, given my track record you probably shouldn't check every day. I'm trying to update this as much as possible, but it can't be daily. I'm not that fast a writer. What I can do is put a post up saying that I'm sending the next chapter out to the betas.

In response to your questions:
1) Does he really have to scan her? That's been used so many times by people.
2) Oh, Donna and Gemma will rejoin the group at the end of the next chapter. And it's gonna be fun. I haven't written that scene yet, but I know exactly what's going to be said. And I'm snickering in my head just thinking about it.
3) In regards to the dirty clothes - where in there did I ever say that it was the sari that got dirty? Hmm? I know exactly how the clothes thing is going to play out, have no fear. :)

Indentured servant, you say? LOL. Tempting offer. Seriously though, I am trying to get the next bit out as fast as I can. I don't want to make you guys wait any longer than you have to either.

Date: 2009-02-14 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bonnie8jo.livejournal.com
This is, as always, amazing. You are an extremely talented writer and I always enjoy your fanfic. That said you are evil. But I fully agree that the Doctor/Rose talk deserves a full chapter of it's own.
I also think you should write a story about the adventures of Gemma and Donna. Those two would have a blast together. And they probably will be spending a lot of time together in the future while the Doctor and Rose reconnect.
Looking forward to the next update.

Date: 2009-02-24 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked it, despite being convinced that I am evil. ;) The Doctor/Rose talk is definitely coming along, and you're right, it really does deserve to be the main focus of a chapter.

I think somewhere deep down Donna reminds Gemma a bit of Jackie, so she definitely gravitates to her a little bit. I'm not sure how well Donna would take to being perceived as a mum though! Thanks for reading!

Date: 2009-02-14 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hazelwho.livejournal.com
Oh my god, you're going to kill me. I love this fic, love this verse, and desperately want to see the story finished.

The Gemma/Donna moments are brilliant. I love that everything and everyone seems to slow down and stop as the Doctor and Rose just stare at each other on that stair case. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Date: 2009-02-24 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I'm working on getting it finished, I promise! I'm not the world's fastest writer (as I think I've proved numerous times with this fic...) but I am determined to finish it to completion.

And I'm so glad to hear that you're liking this as well, especially Gemma and Donna! It surprised me a bit at first just how well they got along, but then I just decided to go with it and let those two surprise me. :)

Date: 2009-02-15 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OMG! You did the "reunion" but not the ACTUAL reunion!!! I want to see intereaction, woman! Please tell me we won't have to wait a month for the next update, please!!!!

Great chapter, btw. :)

Date: 2009-02-24 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
Interaction's next chapter, I promise. And I'm working on it; with any luck I'll have the first draft finished up tonight. :)

Date: 2009-02-16 10:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ayumuneechan.livejournal.com
.....

guh.

X|

And pretty much what everyone else has said. This is INSANE, how good and suspenseful and wrenching this story is. Will I make it to the next chapter? The way you've left the Doctor and Rose leaves me at a complete loss at how to anticipate what their reactions will be. Pleeeeeeeeeeeasssssseeee make this a happy ending! *diesdead*

Date: 2009-02-24 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
*gets out the nekkid!Ten pics for purposes of revival yet again* No dying on my lj, plz. ;)

While I won't say exactly what happens, I will say this - technically the ending for this story is already written. Go back to the original Sonnets story, it's right there at the end of it. I think you'll be happy with it - I just have to get the Doctor and Rose there. :)

You will make it to the next chapter, I just know it. ;)

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Date: 2009-02-17 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] briar-noir.livejournal.com
AHAHHHHH. *yes that was verbal*

So good. But so bad.
More? like soon. Real soon?

Date: 2009-02-24 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
I'm working on it right now, I promise. :)

*Squishies the cute ickle adipose in your icon*

Date: 2009-02-17 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nyaaaaaauuuuuuu.livejournal.com
Reading this fic is like trying to land on free parking in Monopoly. Every chapter you're one step closer....BUT EVERYTHING MIGHT GO WRONG and you might not land on free parking and get all the money BUT YOU MIGHT.

And that was way too extended a metaphor, but I know I've been MIA for an extended period of time. Just wanted to let you know I'm still keeping up with the fic and still loving it, even if it also makes me slightly...anxious...

Especially since the Doctor seems almost angry in this last scene - is he not believing Rose is Rose? Wouldn't it have been easier to just drag Rose away somewhere? Running...would seem appropriate. ;)

Date: 2009-02-24 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] io-aenaria.livejournal.com
It's okay - we writers love extended metaphors, especially when they're right on the dot. ;)

No worries about being MIA, I know that things just get in the way sometimes. As long as you're still enjoying the story, that's all that matters. :)

It's okay to be anxious, I meant for people to have that reaction a bit. The Doctor's just a bit skeptical right now, and I think rightly so. He'll come around fast. Then comes the running. *g*
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