You’re in space. Outer space. This is my… space ship. It’s called the Tardis.
Better with two [x]
John and Rose at the British Museum’s Spring Ball (in 76, Totter’s Lane). This seems as if it were made for me :)
Rose Tyler, I —
Awww, no, don’t cry Nonny! Tentoo is not a copy of Ten from the moment he lost his hand, but rather a copy of him from the moment he almost regenerated in The Stolen Earth. He siphoned the regeneration energy off into his hand, and that combined with a dash of Donna created Tentoo. So he has all of Ten’s memories, right up until the point that he was created, which is what he says in Journey’s End: “I look like him and I think like him. Same memories, same thoughts, same everything. Except I’ve only got one heart.” He’s LIKE Nine in that he was born in the heat of battle, but because of the energy that gave him life, he has all of Ten’s memories up till that point. Does that help?
“Give me someone I like."
The wavering projection instantly transported him back to the first time they’d been separated by the void. The months he spent trying to find a way across the void before accepting that he could only send an image. No touch. The last time Rose’s image had been in the console room was when he had burned up a sun just to see her one last time, to tell her goodbye. And he never even got the chance. He didn’t get to tell her the words that he tried to get out, the ones she deserved to hear.
He thought she knew, thought that it really wasn’t necessary to say it but one look at her face during that aborted goodbye told him otherwise. She needed to hear it, needed to know because she was sure of her feeling, brave like she always was in being able to tell him, but her eyes were vulnerable. She didn’t know for sure that he loved her.
New him, new room, same feelings. But this time when he fell apart, Rose wasn’t there to put the pieces back together. (excerpts from fic by perfectlyrose)