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[ It's laundry day at St. Edelweiss. Which means that a certain young woman with bleached blonde hair and about two inches of light brown roots is curled up in the warmest spot of her cell that she can find (which really isn't that warm), completely naked.

Except that then there's some sort of flicker, and instead of sitting naked on the floor of her cell with her knees hugged to her chest, she's sitting naked on the floor of some weird cavern type place with her knees hugged to her chest.

She meeps softly, and scoots backwards until her back hits something solid, trying not to panic and failing badly at it. She doesn't really care that she's naked right now, she just knows that she's somewhere completely foreign to her, and that she might very well have just ended up somewhere worse than the asylum. ]

So, I don't suppose you've got any grand adventures planned that I could tag along on?

Also, sorry for not mentioning it before, but there's a bit of... well, someone's going to be contacting you, I think. Probably to yell at you, at least on the journals. Sorry.

Adventures are much more important. And more fun.

So you and Des have set a date. Good for you. :) Like I told him, wild Slitheen couldn't keep me away.

Let me know if you need any help, or if there's anything I can do. I mean that.

Looks like Father Christmas couldn't come this year, but it doesn't seem like anything's exploded, so I'd say it wasn't quite a wash.

Happy Christmas, everyone. Really. Stay safe and be well. Tell your friends and family that you love them. Tomorrow, the city might explode, but today's... a proper white Christmas.

Got some eggnog in the Conrad kitchen, if anyone wants to join me. Very alcoholic.

P.S. Cassandra actually says Happy Christmas. Hard to believe, I know, but I'd enjoy the good cheer while it lasts.

Title: Into the Dark (1/2)
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3,592
Characters: Rose Tyler
Summary: Rose Tyler disappeared from St. Edelweiss asylum for ten days. This is what happened to her.
Notes: Written as off-screen canon for

stedelweiss.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, that's for the BBC to deal with.

( She was a Tyler, and she was the Doctor's companion. She'd survived the end of the world, Slitheen (twice!), a Dalek, Satellite Five, gas-mask zombies, dangling from a barrage balloon in the middle of a German air raid, and being dumped by Jimmy Stone. )

My dearest John,

It's ridiculous to write to you. You're gone, I've lost you, you're not coming back. But it feels... rather like you might come 'round the corner at any moment.

Look at me. I sound like you, a bit. You're a bad influence.

Were.

I've moved out of the flat. Took a few of your things with me. Not much - a coat, your journal - the normal one, with all your drawings. So many drawings of me - I'd never... I never noticed you drawing most of them. But I've moved back into the Conrad. Martha offered my old room, but there's too much chance the Doctor might wander in. I don't think I want to see him just yet.

I don't know if I ever said properly how much I love you. And I do. Even though you're gone and will never come back to me, never see this. You... made me feel like I was special. Priceless. No one had ever made me feel like that before. Thank you.

If ever you miraculously come back... find me.

I'll still love you.

Always yours,

Rose

[Locked to John]

If you're still out there anywhere, somehow... I love you.

I'll always love you.

You made my life wonderful for a while, and you made me happy.

[Locked to the Doctor who was in the watch]

Cassandra told me what she knew of what happened. I know it wasn't your fault.

If you're still in town to see this, I just want you to know that.

If anyone is in need of a place to stay, I have an apartment in a wanderer and supernatural-friendly complex. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, rather nice kitchen, laundry room on the premises.

I don't think it would be at all difficult to get the lease transferred, and it will be available... pretty much now. Whenever you want it. Just have to finish packing up my things.

[Locked to Martha]

He's gone.

I didn't want to believe Cassandra, so I've been looking, but...

I think the watch got opened, or broken, or something. The Doctor who was in the watch isn't in town anymore, and John's...

We were talking about getting the marriage license before Christmas.

Doctor?

I need to talk to you.

I got my own flat, over Christmas. And I'll miss you and Martha and all, but it's really nice to have a space of my own.

So you've got a couple extra rooms now! Well, once you get the kids off to their new homes, at any rate. In case you adopt anyone else. Just thought you would to know. :)

Um... hi. So, if, say, a girl were to be in the market for a two-bedroom flat around here... how would she go about getting one?

[Locked to Martha]
Also, how do you feel about having two bedrooms free?

"I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven." Louisa May Alcott - Little Women - Spoken by Beth to Jo.

The day after the worst day of her life, Rose woke up in a tiny hotel in a tiny town somewhere in Norway. Her back was stiff from the hard mattress, her fingers ached from biting her nails down to the nub, and her eyes were puffy from crying. Jackie woke her up early and bundled her into Pete’s jeep.

( A week after... a fortnight after... a year after... )

There are times when Rose is hit by waves of nostalgia so strong that she feels like she might be sick. And it's not anything the Doctor means to do, she knows that, but sometimes... sometimes they go somewhere with snow, and she remembers Women Wept, and the frozen waves, and almost dying, and curled up between Jack and the Doctor to keep warm while they slept, both men's coats tucked around her. Sometimes they stop in Cardiff to refuel, and all she can think about is Charles Dickens and Slitheen and Jack telling outrageous stories (all involving nudity) in a cafe.

And sometimes, when she's visiting mum, a game show will come on, and she'll remember that last adventure the three of them had, losing Jack, losing the Doctor (the proper Doctor, she sometimes can't help but think, even now), how scared she was, and she can't breathe.

Sometimes it happens at less opportune times than sitting in her mum's living room or standing outside the TARDIS with the Doctor just after they land. Like now, when they're running for their lives. A plane buzzes over them and a bomb drops, and Rose's mind is filled with gas masks and barrage balloons and laughing at the Doctor for looking like a U-boat captain after they're all safe in the TARDIS afterwards. She's not paying attention to where she's going, and she stumbles and falls. On her feet again in a moment, of course, and doesn't notice that she's bleeding until they're safe in the TARDIS again.

Blood and the fact that she can't actually put weight on her ankle now that the adrenaline has slowed down.

Obviously, Rose and nostalgia are not exactly friends at the moment.

Rose Tyler
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This is bad.

Very bad.

Rose can't find her anywhere. She's looked and looked and she's not anywhere, and it's not like she's stupid, but Rose worries so much about her.

So she's running about like a madwoman, and still no sign.

"Sarah?"

She just turned her back for a moment, to pay for the chips. She's in the park somewhere, she has to be.

"Sarah!"

An empty dressing room. Feathers and sequins and an antique dressing table that looks brand new. A couple of vases of wilting flowers, a screen to change behind, a couch of some sort. Everything looks beautiful, flashy... and when you look closer in the relatively dim light, worn out. Well-used. But it's all flash, you know.

There's the faint sound of music and then a roar of applause that's loud even here. It seems that wherever it is and whatever's being performed, the house is packed, and enjoying themselves.

Beware - the owner of this dressing room could return at any time.

Rose is home. Not for good, obviously, because what would be the fun in that? But she's home, to visit her mum, and Mickey, and so that the Doctor can do a few repairs. Nothing really, just maintenance.

And just now, she's sitting on a bench with an order of chips, having a bit of alone time. It's a nice change, though she's eager to get travelling again.

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