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Title: Unforgettable
Rating: Teen
Pairing: 10/Rose/Jack
Series: This Could Be A Little More Sonic
Category: Romance, Comedy, Drama
Summary: During a visit to the golden age of Hollywood, the Doctor, Rose and Captain Jack visit the set of the film "Citizen Kane." What follows as a result of one misstep could tear the Doctor and Rose apart forever, and leave Rose lost in the past.
Author's Notes: I owe a huge debt to [livejournal.com profile] onabearskinrug for allowing herself to be spoiled on this chapter. I wanted to spare my betas and let them have a treat this time, but I got a bit tangled and had to call in some assistance. I spared the rest of the cult, though. Hope you enjoy. 

“Yankee pot roast,” Carmilla announced as she set a steaming plate of food down in front of the Doctor. “Today’s special. For you, no charge. You’ll need your strength up for later.”
“Carmilla,” the Doctor said as he tucked into the plate. “You’ve already served me three slices of pie, a bowl of soup and nearly four gallons of coffee. At this rate I’m going to go into hyperglycemic shock before I get across the street.”
“You keep eating, I keep feeding,” she answered with a shrug. “You got a plan yet?”
He shook his head, slurping down a mouthful of gravy-soaked noodles. “No plan. I’m just going to walk over, open the front gate and walk inside, once it gets dark and the security guards leave.”
Carmilla smirked at him. “I forgot you had a key. That makes things a lot easier.”
He took the sonic out of his pocket and gave it a twirl. “I have a key to everything, my dear.”
“Oh, now what is that?” she asked, sliding into the seat across from him.
“Magic wand,” he answered, and then pointed to his plate with his fork. “This is delicious.”
“My recipe,” she said. “I make the pies, too. That’s not a magic wand. What is it?”
“Don’t press,” the Doctor warned, turning his focus back to his food. He was not in the right frame of mind for this line of conversation, even if he did just open the door to it. If he couldn’t have Rose, he at least needed the TARDIS, to feel her comforting presence close to him. Together they would be able to figure out what to do, how to get Rose back. He didn’t need another human barnacle dragging him down right now, and he definitely didn’t need to have to go through the whole dance of explaining himself, the TARDIS, and everything that went along with it.
“Sorry, kiddo, it’s my nature. Tell me what it is.”
He chuckled. “You couldn’t begin to understand, believe me.” Please leave off. Let that be enough.
“Try me.”
He made no attempt to hide the disgusted way he rolled his eyes or the misery in his sigh. “Fine. You won’t believe it anyway. I’m not actually human.”
“Hold that thought,” Carmilla said. She slid out of the booth to greet the pair of customers that had come in to sit at the counter. The Doctor sat with his mouth open, watching her smile and flirt with the two men, chatting them up as if he hadn’t just told her something that should have rattled her to the core. She got their coffee with laconic slowness, lingering at the counter while the new customers made up their minds. Once they’d ordered and she put the ticket up for the cook, she came back and sat down with the Doctor again. Once she was in the booth, she straightened her apron, fluffed her hair, checked her lipstick in the reflection of the Doctor’s unused spoon, and then folded her arms and leaned back to glare at him.
“Now, I’ve given you plenty of time to come up with a real explanation, instead of whatever load of malarkey you were about to try and sell me just there, so let’s hear the truth,” Carmilla said.
“You’re right,” the Doctor said, tossing his fork down and looking Carmilla in the eye. “I’m not an alien. I’m a shoe salesman from Sausalito, who just happens to have a twenty-seventh century sonic device in his pocket so that he can break into the RKO lot across the street and steal back his transdimensional spaceship and fix the cultural paradox one of his fellow time traveling companions accidentally created when he thought he was being helpful. John Smith’s the name; nice to meet you.” He glanced distractedly out the window, feeling a sudden flare of something inexplicable in his hearts as he wondered where Jack had gotten to.
“Alien,” Carmilla said softly, staring back at him. “You mean like little green men?”
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “Do I look green to you? Am I small? No, that’s not what I mean. Not completely.”
“What do you mean, then?”
“I have two hearts,” he said. “You can feel if you want. I’m nine hundred years old and I come from a planet approximately two hundred and fifty million light years away from this one.”
“Carmilla,” the cook called, ringing a bell. “Plates up.”
“Yeah,” she said, waving her hand in the direction of the counter. “Get it in a second. You’re really an alien?”
The Doctor laughed. “I tell you I’m an alien, you think I’m lying. I tell you I’m a shoe salesman from Sausalito, and you believe I’m an alien.”
“You’re way more convincing as an alien than a shoe salesman,” Carmilla said. “So, how come you can understand me when I talk?”
The Doctor raised one eyebrow. “Of all the questions to ask, you want to know why I speak English?”
She shrugged. “Okay. How come you’re not green?”
“Carmilla! Plates up!” The bell dinged again, more insistently this time.
“In a minute!” she yelled back.
“Get the plates,” the Doctor said. “I’ll be here.”
Carmilla jumped out of the booth, dashed behind the counter, tossed the plates in front of the customers (who had to swap because she got their orders mixed up), then went to the door and flipped the “Closed” sign in the window and shut off the outside lights.
“We’re closing up early tonight, Raymond,” she said, scrambling back into her seat across from the Doctor. When she spoke to him again, she pronounced each word as distinctly as she could. “How do you know the ways of our planet?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes and let his head fall back against the booth. “Not one of these, for the vengeance of Rassilon. I’ve been coming to this planet longer than you’ve been alive. I probably know its ways more intimately than you do. Honestly, the best thing you can do for yourself is forget you ever met me.”
Carmilla laughed out loud, sliding the Doctor’s plate in front of herself to finish his food. “Because that’s going to happen. Right after I help you break into RKO Pictures and help you steal back your spaceship.”
“You’re not going with me!” he cried. “I’m going by myself.”
“Lemme guess; don’t want help, don’t need help, right? Well, you’re wrong. Maybe you don’t need help. I’ll give you that, with your twenty seventh sonic whatever-a-gizmo you said. But if you didn’t want help, you would have walked out of here hours ago and not sat here eating food you didn’t pay for all day, talking to me. You don’t like to be alone, moon man.”
He slapped his forehead and sighed. “I’m not from the moon.”
An hour later, they were crouched in a cluster of bushes against the lot fence in the dark, watching the lot to be certain it was deserted. Carmilla huddled against the Doctor, her head swiveling back and forth as she helped keep a lookout.
“Do they drink gin on your planet, Doctor?” she asked, taking a beaded flask from her purse to have a nip. She held it out, nudging the Doctor’s arm with it until he took it. He drained it in one absent swallow and threw it over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off the lot.
“No,” he said.
“Could’a fooled me,” she said with a laugh.
“Shush!” he snapped, putting his finger to his lips. “Talking loudly negates the point of sneaking.” He spied a group of people heading towards the gates and he put one hand on Carmilla’s head and pushed her down into the bushes, ducking low beside her.
“Hands off, pal! You’re squishing my rolls!” Carmilla whispered, slapping his hand away. He held her down until the group passed, and then got up, helping her to her feet. They made their way along the fence until they got to the gate and the Doctor soniced the lock as Carmilla stared, wide-eyed. He pushed the gate open and pulled her inside by the wrist so he could close it again. They started walking across the lot, the clacking sound of Carmilla’s heels echoing so loudly off the surrounding buildings the Doctor finally stopped moving and glared pointedly at her, hands on his hips. Carmilla offered a little smile and bent over, holding onto the Doctor’s arm, to remove her shoes.
“Have you ever sneaked anywhere in your life?” he whispered. “More than that, have you ever even entered a room quietly before? We’ll be less likely to be discovered if you make an effort to not make any noise. I’ve only known you a few hours, but I can already tell the prospect is anathema to practically every cell in your body. Nevertheless, if you’re going to come with me you need to be as quiet as you can!”
“You don’t need to be such a grouch about it,” Carmilla said, her non-whispered words echoing almost as loudly as her shoes had.
“Be quiet!” the Doctor shouted.
“Who’s there?” a not-all-that distant voice called in reply. The Doctor put his arm across Carmilla’s midsection and flattened her and himself against the nearest wall, holding her still while he strained to listen to where the voice was coming from.
“That’s probably the night watchman,” Carmilla whispered. The Doctor turned slowly to give her a look overflowing with sarcasm.
“You think?” he whispered back. “Stop. Making. Noise!”
“Who is it?” the voice called again, closer this time. Naturally, the voice was coming from somewhere between where the Doctor and Carmilla were and the last place he’d known the TARDIS to be. He could hear the footsteps getting nearer, approaching from around the corner of the building he and Carmilla were flattened against. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he was not in the mood for a fight.
“What are we going to do?” Carmilla whispered. The Doctor bulged his eyes at her, slamming his finger against his lips.
Suddenly, they heard a grunt, followed by the sound of a scuffle, some more grunting, and then a small thud which preceded an even more sudden cessation of sound, and was followed by a heavy thud and the clatter of something being dropped to the ground. The Doctor hazarded a glance around the corner and his face broke into a wide grin.
“You’re brilliant, you are,” he said, striding around the corner with his hands in his pockets. “Were you following me?”
Jack stood up, brushed the dust off his sleeves and put his hat back on. “Well, unlike you, Doctor, I’m not in the habit of abandoning my friends.”
“Funny how dreams slip away.” – Professor John Smith, Farringham School for Boys, 1913
Rose loved the Chateau Marmont; it was the most beautiful place to stay in all of Hollywood, with absolutely the best views. Of all the accommodations at the Chateau, the garden cottages were her favorite. George had known that, of course, when he’d booked her the cottage. It was a little disconcerting that she couldn’t remember where on the grounds the cottages were located, but once she was shown by a member of the staff, she’d silently chided herself. Of course she’d known where they were; she’d stayed here many, many times before.
She let herself inside and sat down on the cream-colored velvet couch in the parlor. The first thing she wanted to do was find her mobile and call her mother. No, it wasn’t. She had to get cleaned up so she would be ready to meet Orson at the Brown Derby by nine. The studio had been kind enough to send along some clothes so she would have something to change into after her flight. Her flight in the TARDIS. Her head was hammering again, so badly she could hardly see straight.
“Doctor!” she shouted, getting to her feet. The world went dark and her legs gave out beneath her.
The TARDIS hadn’t been moved from where they’d left it on the lot earlier that day. The Doctor relaxed considerably at the sight of her, and hurried to the doors to get inside. None of them had spoken since Jack’s earlier admonishment, not even to introduce Carmilla. The Doctor knew he had to find the right words to apologize to Jack, but he didn’t have the time or the desire to waste effort on anything but finding out what had happened to Rose, and how to get her back.
“Sweet, miracle-performing Jesus,” Carmilla gasped as she came inside the ship, her head rolling around on her neck to take in the sight of the control room. Jack followed behind her and closed the doors. The Doctor was standing on the ramp leading to the control console, staring at the state of his ship.
The overhead lights were dimmed, and there was a sound like wheezing coming from the engine column, whose usually bright green glow was wan and flickering. The lights on the console itself were out, and a smell somewhere between burnt popcorn and melted wire hung thick in the air.
“The paradox?” Jack asked. The Doctor nodded once. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” the Doctor said, walking the rest of the way to the dark controls. He touched the handbrake tenderly as he took a lap around the console. “You were trying to be helpful.”
“I take it it’s not supposed to sound like that,” Carmilla said, tugging Jack’s sleeve. He turned to look at her and she put out her hand for him to shake, lowering it after a second as she took in the deep sadness on his face.
The Doctor tapped the control monitor and a new screen slowly loaded up. The circles of writing spun on the screen at about a third the normal rate, their process jittery and pixilated.
“She’s in low-power, trying to stabilize damaged systems,” he said. He was caressing the edge of the monitor as he read the display. “The paradox hit her hardest, despite the temporal grace. Time travel circuits are down, ship-to-ship communication, in-flight life support. Gravity generators are down – that could be interesting if we can get her going again – power’s off everywhere inside the ship but here. But, we still have some function, which is better than usual when there’s been a paradox.”
He input some calculations into the computer and waited. Jack came to stand beside him while they waited for the normally quick-as-thought computer to run the Doctor’s query.
“I’m sorry,” Jack said again.
The Doctor nodded. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. There’s just a hell of a mess here, and I don’t know how we’re going to get out of it.”
Jack put his hand in the middle of the Doctor’s back and rubbed little circles up and down his spine. “We can fix her.”
“’Course we can,” the Doctor sighed, trailing his fingers along the console, eyes fixed on the central column. “After all, we’ve got all the resources we’ll need all around us. We’ll have her back up and running in a couple of days.”
“We will?” Jack asked.
The Doctor smiled sadly at him. “Not even close. You and I are going to have to get very creative. No transdimensional surfboards to save us this time. For now, Captain, you and I are on the slow path. With Rose.”
The monitor beeped and the Doctor checked the readout. “That’s what I was afraid of,” he said softly, pointing to a cluster of circular writing. “When the cultural timeline fractured, the paradox it created sought to repair itself. Rose, being the only nonsynchronous female in the vicinity, was the perfect conduit. The paradox re-wrote her to fill the gap left by the other actress. Good old self-repairing paradoxes. Theoretically,” he went on, punching more calculations into the computer, “once they finish filming Citizen Kane and Rose is no longer needed to satisfy the paradox, it should let her go. I hope.” The computer beeped again. The Doctor peered at the writing for a while, then hit the monitor so hard it swung wildly away from him. He stalked off into the dark corridors of the ship without another word.
“Or, not,” Jack said, turning to follow. He paused on his way out and went back to Carmilla, who was still looking around in awe. He held out his hand to her. “Jack Harkness.”
“Yeah,” Carmilla said, venturing a few more steps into the control room. She drew her eyes away from the sight to look Jack up and down. “You’re a hot potato, aren’t you?”
“I’d love to continue this conversation, but I’ve got to find the Doctor.” He winked at her, gestured for her to have a seat on the jump seat, and headed into the hallway. She followed right behind.
“You should probably stay in the control room,” Jack said. Carmilla blundered forward in the dark and grasped his hand.
“Fat chance, fella.”
They stopped in the hallway outside Rose’s bedroom. The door was open and the Doctor was searching the room, throwing things all over the place. He had the sonic clenched in his teeth, shining it like a flashlight in the otherwise pitch darkness.
“What are you doing?” Jack asked, ducking in time to miss getting hit in the head with a hairbrush. It hit Carmilla instead.
“Watch it, maniac!” she shouted, batting the brush to the ground. “Is he having some sort of fit?”
“Get the hairs out of that brush,” the Doctor said around the sonic, pawing through a pile of clothes. He popped up at last. “Aha!” he dashed out of her bedroom, holding a small handful of fabric.
“Come on!” he urged as he ran past, tripping over something in the dark and falling into the hallway. He got up and sprinted on down the corridor, blue light of the sonic bobbing in time with his steps. Jack ran after him, harvesting hair from the brush while Carmilla hung on to his arm to so she didn’t get lost in the dark.
“Infirmary!” the Doctor shouted from down the hall. Jack followed the faint glow of the sonic screwdriver to find the Doctor already seated at one of the computer stations, his face lit by the glow from the monitor. The bit of fabric he’d left Rose’s room with was stuffed into the attached analyzer.
“I’m culling DNA samples. If I can get the computer out there to key into her DNA structure, we can monitor her integration into the cultural framework, and get her out before she’s completely integrated. Because we will get her out. I was working with theoretical models when I got my last result. I want something more concrete. I calculated the probability of any random individual being absorbed, if you will, by the paradox. But Rose,” the Doctor looked up at Jack and grinned. “Rose isn’t some random individual, ohno!”
Jack glanced more closely at the lacy wad of fabric. “Doctor…are those…what I think they are?”
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “Yes, and not another word. I need several different representative samples so I can build a robust model for the TARDIS computers to track. Given the state the ship is in, she’ll need all the help she can get. Desperate times call for…” The computer beeped and he looked at the monitor, his eyebrows arching. “Oops. Those aren’t going to, erm, work. Are they? No, they’re not.”
“Why not?” Jack asked.
“Never mind,” the Doctor said, snatching the fabric out of the analyzer. “Put the hair in there and start another extrapolation.” He got up and ran back out of the infirmary, still using the sonic as a torch. Jack put the hair in the analyzer, and then slid into the seat and checked the monitor. He burst out laughing.
“You dog, you. There’s more you there than there is her.”
Carmilla put her hand on her hip. “So, sassafrass, what was he doing with her skivvies, anyway?”
“Extrapolating a DNA sample so he could…hang on a second. You’re from this time period. He, uh, was taking some cells and putting them into this machine, called a computer, which will help him find our friend. It’s like magic!” Jack said, grinning and nodding.
Carmilla gave him a withering look. “I’m not stupid, Jacko.”
“Toothbrush!” the Doctor cried, bursting back into the infirmary. “How’s the extrapolation going?”
“Just starting,” Jack said, punching a few calculations into the computer. The results came back quickly, and Jack and the Doctor switched seats so he could get a sample from her toothbrush as well. He worked furiously at the keyboard, glasses on, expression hard with concentration. At last, he looked up at Jack and grinned.
“Remember when I asked you if her lipstick was still on my cheek?” He got up out of the chair, flipped some settings on the sonic, and shone it on his face. Patches of blue luminescence popped up all over his skin; in particular, a lip-shaped pattern on his cheekbone, and a few trace lines on his lips. He tossed the sonic to Jack. “Put it right up against the glowing bits and it’ll take the sample.”
Jack held the Doctor’s head still with one hand while he traced the glowing bits with the sonic. “Beautiful,” he said as he worked.
The Doctor shrugged. “Easy DNA isolation and extraction scan. Nothing elaborate.”
“I meant you,” Jack said. He kissed the Doctor’s cheek and watched a slight purplish glow show up in the shape of his lips under the sonic’s light. The Doctor gave him a wry smile and pulled his head away.
“Hey now!” Carmilla said, stepping up to the two of them. “If you two are going to get frisky, let me get a good seat so I can watch.”
“Are you still here?” the Doctor teased. “You’ve been awfully quiet. I thought you had to make constant noise or you died.” He sat back at the computer and plugged the sonic into one of its data ports.
“Considering all the crazy you’ve been throwing at me the last few minutes, I’d say I’m doing pretty damn well. Here I am, with my new alien friends, standing inside a humungous building that looks like a telephone booth from the outside, watching them doing some crazy mumbo jumbo with panties, toothbrushes, and something called a computer, not to mention that glowing doohickey that apparently can do anything you ask it to, and I haven’t screamed, fainted or ran away yet. So it’s left me all a little quieter than usual. Give a girl a break!” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“That’s the Carmilla I know and love,” the Doctor said. He checked the computer and, after a few furious clicks of the keys, pushed away from the desk and ran back down the hallway. “It’s done. Come on!”
“He runs a lot, doesn’t he?” Carmilla asked as Jack led her through the dark hallways by the arm.
“You’re going to need to get a comfortable pair of shoes,” Jack said, chuckling. “And, just for the record, I’m not an alien. I’m a human, just like you. From the fifty-first century.”
She shook her head. “Yep. Just like me.”
When they reached the control room they found the Doctor bouncing from foot to foot, nodding his head with irritated rhythm as he stared at the control console monitor.
“Come on, come on,” he hissed. “It’s like she’s using a dial-up modem.”
Jack laughed. “Dial-up. That’s funny.”
Carmilla faked a laugh. “Oh, a laugh riot; dial up. You guys are a regular comedy team.”
“There!” the Doctor shouted, pointing to the screen. “It’s found her. Oh, you beautiful girl!” he leaned in and kissed the monitor. “Thank you! Let’s see here…” he tapped the screen, input some information on one of the keyboards, and then resumed his irritated nodding while he waited for the computer to process.
He finally slid his hand down his face. “I could go to the kitchen, make a sandwich, eat it, clean up and come back and I’d still be waiting.”
“Easy now,” Jack said, putting his hand on the back of the Doctor’s neck to give him a comforting squeeze. “What did you ask it to do?”
“It’s going to calculate the rate with which she’s being absorbed into the culture, so we know how much time we have to get her back.”
Carmilla nodded, coming to stand by the two men to watch the monitor. “I got about three words of that sentence that made sense, but I’m going to look at this thing with you two until you say something else.”
The calculation came up on the still-flickering screen, displaying a pulsating, three-dimensional model of Rose’s DNA with a stream of Gallifreyan symbols running down the screen next to the model. At the moment the DNA glowed bright and golden, and the Doctor relaxed by a fraction.
“She’s hanging on, according to this,” he said. “We’ve got time. Some time. Enough. We just have to fix the TARDIS and figure out how to get to her.”
Jack started to cheer, but caught the look on the Doctor’s face. “You’re still not happy.”
“Do you see Rose standing here? When we make that happen, I’ll be happy. In the meantime, we have to figure out where to move the TARDIS, and if we even can move her.”
“What’s the TARDIS?” Carmilla asked.
“You’re standing in it,” Jack answered. Carmilla jumped backwards and looked down at her feet. The Doctor rolled his eyes and went back to watching the monitor. His stomach turned inside out; the longer he watched the model, the more the glow diminished. It was barely noticeable – neither of his human companions would be able to discern any change in the glow, but he saw it. Second by second, Rose was fading.
Rose felt much better once she was at the Brown Derby; she could lose herself in the sounds around her and not have to think quite so hard. That, of course, had been why she’d fainted earlier. The less she let herself think, the better her head felt. Probably something to do with the flight. Sometimes it was simply better to be in the moment, rather than wasting thought on other places. Other times. Orson met her at the door and led her to their favorite table and they listened to the band, danced a few times. The more she danced, the more at home she felt, especially in the arms of such a handsome and graceful escort.
“Are you here?” Orson asked, tipping her chin up towards him with his hand. He had the loveliest brown eyes. Brown eyes were her favorite, except when they were blue. Oh, that made a great deal of sense. Perhaps she’d hit her head when she’d fallen.
“Lost in a dream, I suppose,” she said, letting her gaze drift across the dance floor. “I can’t shake this feeling that I’ve forgotten to do something.” She felt as if she were drifting through the suggestion of an evening, a cork in an ocean of time. It was all wrong; she knew it somewhere deep within herself, but she didn’t know what was wrong, or why.
“You’re forgetting to enjoy yourself,” Orson said. His voice was velvety, deep and hypnotic. Every word felt like a caress, particularly when he inclined his head so close to her ear she could feel his breath on her skin. His voice made it easy to forget. “There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about you since the last time I saw you, and yet it feels like our first date.”
“It does,” Rose gasped. “I feel the same way.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he breathed, just before leaning in to kiss her. The band was playing the wrong song; it was supposed to be “Moonlight Serenade,” not “The Nearness of You,” and Orson’s lips felt wrong against hers, her hands too large in his. He was the right height, but not thin enough. Still, the kiss was delicious and the night was perfect and why should she think so hard about everything, anyway? She had work in the morning; tonight she belonged to Hollywood, and to him.
Jack took the Doctor’s hand as they stood and watched the glow on the monitor fade.

Date: 2011-12-09 05:20 pm (UTC)
ext_29986: (rose/ten universe)
From: [identity profile] fannishliss.livejournal.com
awesome chapter. I'm getting sucked in!

Imo, the Doctor should track Rose down asap and WOO HER.

I also like Jack a lot here. He's a sweetheart. :)

Date: 2011-12-09 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Yay!! Thank you! :) I love it when people get sucked in.

I can neither confirm nor deny the possibility that there will be much wooing in this story.... :D From many different directions. ;)

Date: 2011-12-09 05:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fogsblue.livejournal.com
Poor Doctor, he always seems to be picking people up, mostly unintentionally.

I love the story though, very intriguing :)

Date: 2011-12-09 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
lol Yeah, it's no wonder the TARDIS has so many rooms - he needs a place to store all his extra humans! Fear not - she is going to serve a useful purpose beyond comic relief and feeding the Doctor copious amounts of pie. :)

Date: 2011-12-09 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tracy-lousia.livejournal.com
Woohoo, new chapter. I love this story and can't wait to see where it goes :-)

Date: 2011-12-09 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Thank you!!! :) Lots of heartache, romance, comedy, etc. coming soon!! :) I hope!

Date: 2011-12-09 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] larxene-12.livejournal.com
No.... Rose, don't give in!!!

Jack took the Doctor’s hand as they stood and watched the glow on the monitor fade.

This one little sentence is so sad. I feel like crying now.

And is it just me, or does Carmilla remind me of Donna?

Date: 2011-12-09 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
She is a bit Donna-like lol...was wondering if somebody'd notice that. :) But there's more to Carmilla than meets the eye...

More to come soon!!! :)

Date: 2011-12-09 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wendymr.livejournal.com
Good to see this appear again on [livejournal.com profile] betterwiththree - I wondered what had happened to it!

Jack's just lovely in this. So forgiving, as always, and very supportive of the Doctor, even though he has to be hurting himself as well. Loved that moment of him holding the Doctor's hand in comfort.

Nice original character work, as well, in Carmilla!

Date: 2011-12-10 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Lol I'm working on a few stories all at once and go in some semblance of a rotation...it's Unforgettable's turn right now yay!!

Thank you - I love Jack - his loyalty and his kindness. Everything about him is wonderful. Glad you're enjoying!!! More to come soon!!

Date: 2011-12-10 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kelkat9.livejournal.com
Praying that LJ let's me post this comment. Been having awful issues with posting anything! So, I read this yesterday and loved it. I think Jack deserves an award for sticking around and supporting the Docotr. I loved loved loved the scene with carmilla sneaking around! Him trying to keep her quiet and her being all spunky was brilliant!

I must admit, the end was quite sad with them watching their Rose fade away. I'm really excited to read how you will resolved this! I'm wondering if there isn't a Rose kidnapping in the offfing.

Date: 2011-12-10 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Yay! Glad you loved it!!! :) Yes, Jack is pretty awesome. I've always seen him as having this tremendously huge heart not buried very far under the sex maniac/conman exterior. Carmilla is a lot of fun to write - she's going to be as much a help as a complication in the chapters to come, I think.

And you never know what sort of plans will formulate when the Doctor and Jack are left to their own devices...

Date: 2011-12-11 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] who-in-whoville.livejournal.com
This whole idea of a cultural paradox is do flipping fantastic, TL. Every word of this chapter was golden. Camilla is the American Donna I think. How fun! And her one liners? Perfect. Naughty Doctor... More his DNA than hers ;)

You need to write write write. Rose needs to be rescued YESTERDAY!

Date: 2011-12-11 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
LOL Thank you!! :) There is definitely a lot of Donna in Carmilla...and apparently there has been quite a bit of the Doctor in...never mind. ;)

I'm going to do a few quick things with the start of my AU for TTU, and then I SWEAR I'm going right back to it. :)

Date: 2011-12-16 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hab318princess.livejournal.com
great chapter, love Camilla a lot already

Date: 2011-12-16 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Thank you!! Should be posting more soon..I hope... :)

Date: 2011-12-19 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com
Ohhhh! Ohhh, no, Rose!! Hang in there!! You should know with that much wrong, there is nothing right here!!

Ohhh, dammit!! *Cries*

*clings to Jack, the Doctor and Carmilla*

Date: 2011-12-19 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelord1.livejournal.com
Poor Rose...but, as long as the Doctor's about, there's hope. Sort of. :) *hugs* Thanks for the wonderful comments, as usual, darling!!! :)


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