#aka the 'the tardis needs 6 drivers lets give her 10' fic

[queeenpersephone]

can't believe i'm writing my first dw fic and it's not even ninerose or tenrose. who am i?

“You’ve built something here,” Jack tells Rose on a planet with an eternal night. She keeps her eyes on the horizon, still waiting for a daybreak that will never come. They are two immortals with a ship full of people who will leave them, and somehow she cannot feel the same dread that she sees in Jack’s eyes, that she saw in the Doctor’s sunken cheeks when he told her that she would wither and die. Maybe she is still too young. 

“How long are you going to stay with me?” She says instead of responding, her hands in her pockets, their lonely figures lit only by moonlight. 

“Oh, Rosie,” Jack says, the love plain in his tone, the empathy overflowing. “Lifetimes,” he replies, and she wraps her arms around him slowly, letting her forehead thunk on his sternum as he holds her back. An indeterminable amount of time passes before they turn and go home. 

It’s not enough. It’s more than she could’ve hoped for.