DW drabbles
Nov. 6th, 2007 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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AN: I got bored in class. Wow, first time I've said that in awhile. They are both care of Rose. I will force myself to start writing Martha as soon as I find the time. This is kinda like my first SGA stories. I never wrote the ones I thought I was going to write. 1)Rose/9 2) Rose/10
Time is relative; especially when one journeys through it. She never counted the days because he never did either. Somehow, it never seemed to be important, and it was kist so very human. She was trying so hard not to cling to those stupid little things apeas loved so much.
She counted in months, when she had to; when she stopped to think of it at all between the running for her life and the saving the universe thing.
After that first trip home, twelve months too late, she figured it didn't matter much anymore. Her age on Earth would always be different than what she actually was and after that, what was the point?
She never looked at her watch; had noticed he never did either. It was hardly ever right anyways. She'd just gotten so used to the feeling of it on her wrist that she felt next to naked without it on. And Mickey had given it to her for her 18th birthday. Memories of a life best forgotten, but one she couldn't entirely let go of. Silly ape. But then, he still clung to his in those moments when they stopped to breathe and he thought she wasn't looking. She figured it was fair.
Perhaps the thing she regretted the most, if regret it could be called when it was beyond your control, was that she had no Sarah-Jane to talk to in this universe. She'd never though she'd need to, but now that she did, she couldn't.
Her mother just went on like nothing had changed. And Mickey had already spent a year here, and had adjusted; made friends, had a job and a life and she hadn't been part of it. She hadn't wanted to be. But they were all she had now. Once there had been all of time and space and now there were only three people who were almost strangers.
And oh she missed him. She would have moved Heaven and Earth to return, but Heaven and Earth and even the universe weren't enough. She was helpless and there was no one now to rescue her. She was alone. Ironically, she finally knew what he felt like.
AN: I got bored in class. Wow, first time I've said that in awhile. They are both care of Rose. I will force myself to start writing Martha as soon as I find the time. This is kinda like my first SGA stories. I never wrote the ones I thought I was going to write. 1)Rose/9 2) Rose/10
Time is relative; especially when one journeys through it. She never counted the days because he never did either. Somehow, it never seemed to be important, and it was kist so very human. She was trying so hard not to cling to those stupid little things apeas loved so much.
She counted in months, when she had to; when she stopped to think of it at all between the running for her life and the saving the universe thing.
After that first trip home, twelve months too late, she figured it didn't matter much anymore. Her age on Earth would always be different than what she actually was and after that, what was the point?
She never looked at her watch; had noticed he never did either. It was hardly ever right anyways. She'd just gotten so used to the feeling of it on her wrist that she felt next to naked without it on. And Mickey had given it to her for her 18th birthday. Memories of a life best forgotten, but one she couldn't entirely let go of. Silly ape. But then, he still clung to his in those moments when they stopped to breathe and he thought she wasn't looking. She figured it was fair.
Perhaps the thing she regretted the most, if regret it could be called when it was beyond your control, was that she had no Sarah-Jane to talk to in this universe. She'd never though she'd need to, but now that she did, she couldn't.
Her mother just went on like nothing had changed. And Mickey had already spent a year here, and had adjusted; made friends, had a job and a life and she hadn't been part of it. She hadn't wanted to be. But they were all she had now. Once there had been all of time and space and now there were only three people who were almost strangers.
And oh she missed him. She would have moved Heaven and Earth to return, but Heaven and Earth and even the universe weren't enough. She was helpless and there was no one now to rescue her. She was alone. Ironically, she finally knew what he felt like.
