In Which Our Heroine Reveals Her Love Of Fiction

Is it just me, or is the finale of series two is the most painful episode in every show?

• Doctor Who
• Sherlock
• Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I was reading A Game of Thrones, when it said ‘Bad Wolf’, and that got me thinking of Doctor Who, so I wrote a fanfic in which Nine and Rose are reading A Game of Thrones together when they find the Bad Wolf hidden in its pages.

Feel free to comment and tell me what you think. This is the first writing that I’ve ever shared.

Rose slipped into the TARDIS library with a cup of tea in each hand. The Doctor was already sitting on one of the many plush couches that were scattered about the library, as if it were made for many people.  The heavy book was already open on his lap. She skirted around the edge of the swimming pool. The water cast and eerie blue glow around the room. Rose set the steaming cups down on the small table in front of the couch and jumped over it, landing in a heap beside the Doctor. He laughed as bounced and the book dropped out of his hands. Rose reached down and picked up A Game of Thrones off the library carpet and handed it back to the Doctor, then leaned against him as he began to read from where they had left off the night before.

The tradition of reading the book out loud had started a few weeks ago after she and the Doctor had just met Charles Dickens. She had found him hidden away in the library, reading a well-worn copy of A Tale of Two Cities. “Is that any good?” she asked, draping herself over the back of the Doctor’s armchair. He gave her an amused look over the top of the book, then turned back to the first page and began to read out loud.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness…” He stopped. He hadn’t even been looking at the text, just reciting it all from memory. It was like she was hypnotized. When he stopped reading, she snapped back to reality.

“No, go on” she egged him. That’s how it began. After A Tale of Two Cities, he read her an old Gallifreyan balled of a heroic Timelord that traveled across the universe, fighting all sorts of monsters, to return to his family. “Homer had to get his inspiration from somewhere” the Doctor had joked as he read it out, but behind his smile rose could see his pain as he recalled his home. Rose moved across the couch and laid her head on his shoulder, hoping through the little gesture, he would know he wasn’t alone. From then on, that’s how they always sat.

Rose closed her eyes, silently savoring the sound of his north Gallifreyan accent. They had selected A Game of Thrones after they had visited a planet that very closely resembled Westeros. Both Rose and the Doctor quite enjoyed it, sometimes finding themselves discussing it as they drifted lazily through the time vortex.

Suddenly the Doctor’s voice stopped mid-line. Rose looked at him. He was staring down at the page curiously. “What is it?” Rose asked

“Arya threw down the brush. ‘BAD WOLF!’ she shouted.” The look of curiosity and surprise on the Doctor’s face had switched to one of passive amusement. He continued on as if nothing odd had happened.

 Rose closed her eyes again. There’s nothing strange about that, she thought, this book is crawling with wolves. Someone was bound to say ‘Bad Wolf’ at some point. Still, she couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy as those two words that seemed to follow them everywhere surfaced again.

I’m starting to have Doctor Who withdrawals.

At first I was able to fill the hole in my heart with Merlin, Downton Abbey, and Sherlock, but now all of those are gone too. 

I hope the rest of the withdrawal feelings for my other shows stagger themselves and don’t hit me all at once. I don’t think I could survive if that happened.

Sometimes, after a big episode like that, something from another fandom will appear on my dash,

and I’ll be like “hey, woah, why is this here?” because I’ve completely forgotten everything else existed. 

This is Doomsday all over again.

Except this time we know its coming and its killing us. 

Silence will fall when the question is asked.

*silence *

“Never saying that again…”