Who: Rose Tyler and Metacrisis Ten/John/Handy
What: Rose hunts down her Time Lord
When: Thursday evening
Where: Second Floor and elsewhere
Status: COMPLETE!!
Warnings: None



Wednesday had been a bad day for Rose Tyler. She had not left her room at all. More disturbingly, she hadn't eaten, despite Buffy's protests. Rose never refused a meal- not even in her darkest times. Yes, Wednesday was a bad day, indeed.

Thursday morning was spent sleeping, and through Thursday afternoon, she made faces in the mirror. Happy, sad. Very sad. Thankful. Cross (that one bore a shocking resemblance to her mum). Betrayed, devastated, overjoyed. Any observer would have fancied her mad. Rose, however, found this ritual to be of utmost importance. She had seen The Doctor in her journal. She was going to find him, and when she did, she was going to give him such a look! ...She only had to choose one, and how did a person fit almost two years of conflicting emotions into a glance?

Happy, sad. Very sad.

The Thursday sun began to set. Rose armed herself with a shorter-than-usual skirt, and the eyeliner and lipstick that she'd stopped wearing weeks ago. She opened the door to her room. Her heart quickened. Her stomach grumbled, too, but the girl ignored this sudden hunger. There was an entire house to explore, and nothing could possibly be more satisfying than finding The Doctor. And slapping him. Or kissing him. Or... or something. She hadn't exactly planned it out, despite being unable to think of anything else for the past 48 hours.

Closing the door behind her, Rose looked down the hall. Nobody was there- only green carpet, wooden railings, and the fading daylight. Taking a deep breath, she cupped her hands about her mouth for volume. "DOCTOR!!" the faithful Companion cried. No response. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. She took off running down the corridor, yelling his name.

If she was running to find someone so dear, why did it feel more like being chased?