Forever Loved (Tenrose Fanfiction)

2: Learning Gallifreyan

A/N can I just say before I start that this language isn't actually made by the BBC, the gallifreyan symbols you see in the TARDIS and elsewhere are just randomly drawn circles. actual Gallifreyan is a fan-made language and all credits go to its creator. I'm not entirely fluent yet so apologies if I get some things wrong. I shall try! c: also see photo for the necklace i based it off, bought from the Doctor Who Experience.

Rose's POV

We land the TARDIS on a planet in Kasterborous, next to where Gallifrey would have been all those years ago...where it should be now. It's called Ski (A/N not pronounced skee, pronounced sky XD) and I have to say, it is beautiful.

For a moment we lay under the various stars of the breathtaking constellation, and then I remember something. I take the pendant from around my neck and hold it in my hand.

'How do you read Gallifreyan? I ask.

The Doctor sighs. 'It's complicated, but I suppose it's time to teach you some.' He takes the pendant and lifts it right up to my eyes.

[A/N this is the part where some things may be wrong, but I'm pretty sure this is the basics of reading Gallifreyan]

'Each of the circles represents a word in the sentence,' the Doctor says. 'So, there's five circles here, meaning there's five words. And it's read counterclockwise, so from the bottom and then round in a circle to the right. Do you follow?'

I nod. 'So this word at the bottom is 'I' and then the word on the right is 'am' and then it goes on like that?' The Doctor nods his head. 'So what's all these mini circles and lines and weird shapes for?'

'I told you, it's complicated,' the Doctor laughs. 'But basically, the circles and the shapes are the letters. Half circles, circles and other stuff that sort of look like circles are usually vowels, and then you get really small circles and lines which are consonants that come after the vowels. They always have to be attached to a vowel if they're after it, a bit like in other languages where you get æ and that kind of thing.'

By now I was well and truly lost, but I sort of got the principle of it. I took the pendant and pointed to each circle, reading each letter out slowly. Meanwhile the Doctor is writing out an alphabet chart. He hands it to me.

'This will help you write and translate letters,' he explains. So for a while we sit there under the stars, as I get a lesson in speaking Gallifreyan.

We are about to board the TARDIS again when I turn towards the Doctor. We lie on the grass facing each other and I want to just kiss him right there because I really love him.

And why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I love him for taking me to other universes, to other galaxies and planets, to meet other civilisations and beings you couldn't even imagine on Earth. He's put me in danger, he's scared me, he's annoyed me, but I've always unconditionally loved him. Who cares about the danger? It's just like Reinette said: 'The monsters and the Doctor, you can't have one without the other'. It's true. I don't even mind the monsters, because whatever happens, the Doctor will always be worth the monsters.

Always.