"There's always a good time for hugs," Rose stuck her tongue out at Will too. She hummed quietly at the rest and sucked on a finger tip in thought. "Finding him and his box might be complicated. She has a soul of her own, so sometimes she likes to rebel on him. Sometimes a lot. Especially since he also smacks her with a rubber mallet," she winked. No, but seriously, that's a thing that she misses... She caught him at it sometimes, when he was alone, while searching for him with her dimensions cannon: she kept finding the Doctor, screaming out his name and failing to catch his attention. It made her feel a bit like a stalker of an ex-girlfriend, which had its equal parts amusement, and horror.
As for the fight against the Darkness... well that sounded right. It probably wasn't. There were a lot of universes, and maybe only some were connected to the darkness and the Doctor and her. It was a big multiverse, and that vastness only grew when you added in time.
"Your kind doesn't?" she tilted her head. "So ye're not a..." TimeLord. Well, that was already established, wasn't it? He didn't know of Gallifrey, after all. "Time Agent neither, huh?" Like Jack. Future far into other universes, heck Rose was almost a time agent herself now, except for all she 'worked' for Torcwhood, she mostly ran her own way. Especially with her not!Dad as the head of it now. Double especially since no one knew what else to do about the darkness, and at least Rose had a plan. Maybe not a good plan, but still a plan.
Of course using a dimension cannon was always... messy, so she wasn't going to mention it. Still a device though, and way weirder than traveling by sentient box or special bracelet. "How'd you time travel if not by devices? You don't have to tell me if it's top secret though, yeah? 'M not technically allowed to say yet, I think. Usin' my code name and everythin' just in case." A laugh and Rose tossed her hair, and raised her voice, grinning for Clara's sake, "For all m' teasin'? She's right about keepin' some things secret. Less complicated, the better..."
She still nearlly fell over at hearing the Doctor was over two thousand.
TWO THOUSAND?!
That wasn't possible. Even he, surely had limits. Or maybe he didn't. But then how was he "only" 900. Nine-hundred, when they first met. He was twice that now, or at least by Clara's time. Over twice that! Would he even remember her? Would he even want to?
Rose tried to keep her small miniature heart attack from showing on her face as she frantically chewed a thumbnail. Her stomach was really tightly clenched. Did she find him before that? She must have. Thus the comment about spoilers. Was he alone? No, he had Clara. That was good.
"THANK YOU!" she pulled out her thumb to call back to Clara, and rubbed her face on her sleeve.
She missed Sarah Jane Smith. Of all the people to miss, but she wondered how old he was when she did first meet him. Old yeah, but twice that? Had he been twice as old the second time? Even though he looked younger... Gah. What the hell would he look like by that time? Would even Rose recognize him by then?
The romantic hopeful feelings that they could almost pick up exactly where they left off, Rose just suppressed hard. Even if he did recognize her after all that time, even if he hadn't changed, hadn't gone through everything alone and needing her to help him, there was no way in hell he would still reciprocate, still want to put himself through the pain all over again.
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As for the fight against the Darkness... well that sounded right. It probably wasn't. There were a lot of universes, and maybe only some were connected to the darkness and the Doctor and her. It was a big multiverse, and that vastness only grew when you added in time.
"Your kind doesn't?" she tilted her head. "So ye're not a..." TimeLord. Well, that was already established, wasn't it? He didn't know of Gallifrey, after all. "Time Agent neither, huh?" Like Jack. Future far into other universes, heck Rose was almost a time agent herself now, except for all she 'worked' for Torcwhood, she mostly ran her own way. Especially with her not!Dad as the head of it now. Double especially since no one knew what else to do about the darkness, and at least Rose had a plan. Maybe not a good plan, but still a plan.
Of course using a dimension cannon was always... messy, so she wasn't going to mention it. Still a device though, and way weirder than traveling by sentient box or special bracelet. "How'd you time travel if not by devices? You don't have to tell me if it's top secret though, yeah? 'M not technically allowed to say yet, I think. Usin' my code name and everythin' just in case." A laugh and Rose tossed her hair, and raised her voice, grinning for Clara's sake, "For all m' teasin'? She's right about keepin' some things secret. Less complicated, the better..."
She still nearlly fell over at hearing the Doctor was over two thousand.
TWO THOUSAND?!
That wasn't possible. Even he, surely had limits. Or maybe he didn't. But then how was he "only" 900. Nine-hundred, when they first met. He was twice that now, or at least by Clara's time. Over twice that! Would he even remember her? Would he even want to?
Rose tried to keep her small miniature heart attack from showing on her face as she frantically chewed a thumbnail. Her stomach was really tightly clenched. Did she find him before that? She must have. Thus the comment about spoilers. Was he alone? No, he had Clara. That was good.
"THANK YOU!" she pulled out her thumb to call back to Clara, and rubbed her face on her sleeve.
She missed Sarah Jane Smith. Of all the people to miss, but she wondered how old he was when she did first meet him. Old yeah, but twice that? Had he been twice as old the second time? Even though he looked younger... Gah. What the hell would he look like by that time? Would even Rose recognize him by then?
The romantic hopeful feelings that they could almost pick up exactly where they left off, Rose just suppressed hard. Even if he did recognize her after all that time, even if he hadn't changed, hadn't gone through everything alone and needing her to help him, there was no way in hell he would still reciprocate, still want to put himself through the pain all over again.
One jump at a time.
It was a kind of bitter irony.
The story of her life even.