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grimorieSo, I hear that Rose will be returning for the fourth season for three episodes. Strangely not at all surprised about this development, we've been hearing rumors about this for so long that I stopped being surprised. The Beeb are the worst secret keepers EVER.
I'm in a holding pattern about the storyline, partly because I would like to see how the whole thing will play out, fandom's usual MO is react something fierce so when its actually playing on screen there'd be all this expectations/biases and it usually leaves the fans bitter.
When I say fans, I kinda actually mean me.
But one thing I loved more than anything was that Rose was wearing a leather jacket! Validation! I knew she'd start wearing leather jackets after Doomsday. I would like this to become a thing with her. And I think it kind of makes sense -- Jack would imprint very hard on Ten's style and Rose would imprint very hard on Nine.
And so saying I would really like Rose to be a little bit prickly and a little bit strange.
In other words: Rose + Leather Jacket = WIN
What? I'm shallow, I admit it.
Okay, another reason why I'm feeling zen about it because at the moment all my fannishness is focused on Life and the other would be that I feel all my stories (including the New Ground-verse) are now jossed beyond the telling. It's what I get for being such a slow writer I suppose.
So saying, I've decided to post my WsIP stories so I at least could say, 'Ha, I wrote it first!' ... or something.
This story comes immediately after New Ground...
Title: Six Ways to Sunday
Author: Monic
Characters: Rose, Mickey, Jake, Ursula Blake, Ianto Jones
Spoilers: Post-Doomsday
Disclaimer: Not mine, no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Starting a team is harder than Rose thought it would be.
A/N: Unbeta'd, work in progress. This occurs roughly a week after the events in New Ground.
The first Monday after what was now commonly being referred to as the 'Incident' Ianto summoned Rose to his office, his real one, the one that still smelled of smoke and damp carpets.
The summons took place before she even stepped foot in the Tower, even before she her alarm woke her. In deep throes of sleep and dreaming of the infinite black of space hued with a tinge of red gold, Rose was reliving the time she and the Doctor had explored an abandoned moonbase only this time her head kept on insisting on putting penguins dancing around her.
"This isn't a complex, is it?" she asked the dream-Doctor.
He shrugged and for some reason started flapping his arms, "This is your dream, Rose Tyler."
She shook her head, "You're wierder in real life."
Suddenly he blurred and instead of pinstripe Rose was staring at leather and big ears, "Are you moanin' and groaning again? You humans! All you ever do is whinge its a wonder you lot get anything done!"
"Sometimes this gets annoying, can't you make-up your mind?"
He smirked, "Like pretty face said, this is your mind."
"You do realize," she pointed out, "you're insulting yourself, right?"
The penguins started dancing around the TARDIS.
"And," he said, looking serious and intent in a way that made her heartache, "you do realize you're not alone."
Suddenly something moved in the corner of her eye, Rose swung around but found nothing but rocks and dust and the empty sky above.
"What d'you mean?" she turned but he was the pinstriped Doctor and he was grinning.
"Phone."
"What?"
He raised his hand then pointed, "Now."
And suddenly something jumped on her chest, Rose woke with a gasp and the hairy brown thing on her chest yipped. And then her mobile let out a series of shrieks, she glared at the dog. "Just because we share a name doesn't make us close."
It only barked then proceeded to lick her, her mobile shrieked again.
"Ugh," she pulled the dog off her, the last thing she wanted was dog spit in the morning with a groan she reached for her mobile and managed a, "Yeah?"
"Is this Rose Tyler?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Not at the moment."
"Excuse me?"
Realizing what she just said Rose sat-up and shook her head to clear the cobwebs, "Sorry, I meant, yes this is-- I'm Rose."
"Excellent, I'm Sandy, Mr. Jones' assistant--"
"Who?"
"Mr. Ianto Jones," the voice on the other end turned frosty, as if she couldn't concieve anyone not knowing Ianto Jones.
"Oh, yeah, 'course, that Jones."
"He would like to meet you at eight-thirty sharp, I advise you not to be late." Then without waiting for a reply Sandy ended the call.
She glanced at her clock, it read 6:59, Rose groaned and was about to fall back to bed when the dog yipped at her again.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up!"
She was dressed and out of the house half an hour later and drove through London still half asleep.
Sandy-the-Assistant met her by the door with an expression that could either be interpreted as 'At least you're early' or 'you are beneath me'. It was a toss up, really.
Rose found Ianto hidden behind a stack of folders, suit once again crisp and from the way he sat you'd think he never left his office for the cramp emergency office he used during the Incident.
Sandy ushered Rose into his office. Rose had the distinct impression Sandy didn't like her but since she had a perpetual scowl on her face it was really hard to say if it was personal or just the general way she treated people.
“Ah,” Ianto said, “you're here.”
Rose had to lean in to hear him, the sounds of hammers and power tools overwhelmed any conversation. Most of the reconstructions were concentrated on the upper floors where most of the damage occurred. Since Rose’s office was in the lower middle section of the Tower it didn't receive much damage from the bombing as the upper floors.
Fortunately or unfortunately this meant most of their reports were still intact. In her first months Mickey informed her that their computers were 'almost indestructible' and proceeded to demonstrate by pouring coffee all over Rose's computer this demonstration ended with Rose chasing Mickey around the office with a rolled up newspaper.
“You did say eight-thirty sharp.”
“So I did,” he rose from his chair, took the stack of files piled on the left side of his desk and without ceremony dropped them in front of her. “That's the list of potential members for your new unit.” Then he took out another folder, "and here's the list of requirements for you to start said unit. You've 'til the second Monday to provide me with your candidates and to complete the requirements stated in that folder.”
She stared at the folders. “By Monday.”
“Yes.” he said, patting the stack of folders, "Oh, and you're going to School."
Rose took this news with a confused blink. "You mean University?"
"If you like,” Ianto shrugged, “but I meant the Field School at Fort Monkton. You'll be heading a special operations team and we can't have the team leader falling behind in hand-to-hand."
"Basic training." She said making the connection at last.
"And then some," Ianto pushed a paper with an address to her, "You've some experience in the field so I expect you do better than the others."
She looked at the schedule and the address, “A week!”
“Be thankful it isn't a month.”
“And you want me to read through the files, finish a bunch of paperwork by Monday.”
“Yes.”
Rose looked at her schedule, at the requirements and the amount of paperwork required to start the team then back to Ianto. “You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?”
Ianto cocked his head to the side, as if he in thought then shook her head. “Not really, no.”
"At least you're honest." She sighed.
--
TBC
I'm in a holding pattern about the storyline, partly because I would like to see how the whole thing will play out, fandom's usual MO is react something fierce so when its actually playing on screen there'd be all this expectations/biases and it usually leaves the fans bitter.
When I say fans, I kinda actually mean me.
But one thing I loved more than anything was that Rose was wearing a leather jacket! Validation! I knew she'd start wearing leather jackets after Doomsday. I would like this to become a thing with her. And I think it kind of makes sense -- Jack would imprint very hard on Ten's style and Rose would imprint very hard on Nine.
And so saying I would really like Rose to be a little bit prickly and a little bit strange.
In other words: Rose + Leather Jacket = WIN
What? I'm shallow, I admit it.
Okay, another reason why I'm feeling zen about it because at the moment all my fannishness is focused on Life and the other would be that I feel all my stories (including the New Ground-verse) are now jossed beyond the telling. It's what I get for being such a slow writer I suppose.
So saying, I've decided to post my WsIP stories so I at least could say, 'Ha, I wrote it first!' ... or something.
This story comes immediately after New Ground...
Title: Six Ways to Sunday
Author: Monic
Characters: Rose, Mickey, Jake, Ursula Blake, Ianto Jones
Spoilers: Post-Doomsday
Disclaimer: Not mine, no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Starting a team is harder than Rose thought it would be.
A/N: Unbeta'd, work in progress. This occurs roughly a week after the events in New Ground.
The first Monday after what was now commonly being referred to as the 'Incident' Ianto summoned Rose to his office, his real one, the one that still smelled of smoke and damp carpets.
The summons took place before she even stepped foot in the Tower, even before she her alarm woke her. In deep throes of sleep and dreaming of the infinite black of space hued with a tinge of red gold, Rose was reliving the time she and the Doctor had explored an abandoned moonbase only this time her head kept on insisting on putting penguins dancing around her.
"This isn't a complex, is it?" she asked the dream-Doctor.
He shrugged and for some reason started flapping his arms, "This is your dream, Rose Tyler."
She shook her head, "You're wierder in real life."
Suddenly he blurred and instead of pinstripe Rose was staring at leather and big ears, "Are you moanin' and groaning again? You humans! All you ever do is whinge its a wonder you lot get anything done!"
"Sometimes this gets annoying, can't you make-up your mind?"
He smirked, "Like pretty face said, this is your mind."
"You do realize," she pointed out, "you're insulting yourself, right?"
The penguins started dancing around the TARDIS.
"And," he said, looking serious and intent in a way that made her heartache, "you do realize you're not alone."
Suddenly something moved in the corner of her eye, Rose swung around but found nothing but rocks and dust and the empty sky above.
"What d'you mean?" she turned but he was the pinstriped Doctor and he was grinning.
"Phone."
"What?"
He raised his hand then pointed, "Now."
And suddenly something jumped on her chest, Rose woke with a gasp and the hairy brown thing on her chest yipped. And then her mobile let out a series of shrieks, she glared at the dog. "Just because we share a name doesn't make us close."
It only barked then proceeded to lick her, her mobile shrieked again.
"Ugh," she pulled the dog off her, the last thing she wanted was dog spit in the morning with a groan she reached for her mobile and managed a, "Yeah?"
"Is this Rose Tyler?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Not at the moment."
"Excuse me?"
Realizing what she just said Rose sat-up and shook her head to clear the cobwebs, "Sorry, I meant, yes this is-- I'm Rose."
"Excellent, I'm Sandy, Mr. Jones' assistant--"
"Who?"
"Mr. Ianto Jones," the voice on the other end turned frosty, as if she couldn't concieve anyone not knowing Ianto Jones.
"Oh, yeah, 'course, that Jones."
"He would like to meet you at eight-thirty sharp, I advise you not to be late." Then without waiting for a reply Sandy ended the call.
She glanced at her clock, it read 6:59, Rose groaned and was about to fall back to bed when the dog yipped at her again.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up!"
She was dressed and out of the house half an hour later and drove through London still half asleep.
Sandy-the-Assistant met her by the door with an expression that could either be interpreted as 'At least you're early' or 'you are beneath me'. It was a toss up, really.
Rose found Ianto hidden behind a stack of folders, suit once again crisp and from the way he sat you'd think he never left his office for the cramp emergency office he used during the Incident.
Sandy ushered Rose into his office. Rose had the distinct impression Sandy didn't like her but since she had a perpetual scowl on her face it was really hard to say if it was personal or just the general way she treated people.
“Ah,” Ianto said, “you're here.”
Rose had to lean in to hear him, the sounds of hammers and power tools overwhelmed any conversation. Most of the reconstructions were concentrated on the upper floors where most of the damage occurred. Since Rose’s office was in the lower middle section of the Tower it didn't receive much damage from the bombing as the upper floors.
Fortunately or unfortunately this meant most of their reports were still intact. In her first months Mickey informed her that their computers were 'almost indestructible' and proceeded to demonstrate by pouring coffee all over Rose's computer this demonstration ended with Rose chasing Mickey around the office with a rolled up newspaper.
“You did say eight-thirty sharp.”
“So I did,” he rose from his chair, took the stack of files piled on the left side of his desk and without ceremony dropped them in front of her. “That's the list of potential members for your new unit.” Then he took out another folder, "and here's the list of requirements for you to start said unit. You've 'til the second Monday to provide me with your candidates and to complete the requirements stated in that folder.”
She stared at the folders. “By Monday.”
“Yes.” he said, patting the stack of folders, "Oh, and you're going to School."
Rose took this news with a confused blink. "You mean University?"
"If you like,” Ianto shrugged, “but I meant the Field School at Fort Monkton. You'll be heading a special operations team and we can't have the team leader falling behind in hand-to-hand."
"Basic training." She said making the connection at last.
"And then some," Ianto pushed a paper with an address to her, "You've some experience in the field so I expect you do better than the others."
She looked at the schedule and the address, “A week!”
“Be thankful it isn't a month.”
“And you want me to read through the files, finish a bunch of paperwork by Monday.”
“Yes.”
Rose looked at her schedule, at the requirements and the amount of paperwork required to start the team then back to Ianto. “You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?”
Ianto cocked his head to the side, as if he in thought then shook her head. “Not really, no.”
"At least you're honest." She sighed.
--
TBC
