The Reaper

Big, Green and Ugly

Rose closes her eyes and feels the wind rush around her. The duo of travelers were standing on the roof of her building, contemplating what to do about the current situation. "I can't tell her," Rose states. "I can't even begin. She's never going to forgive me. And I missed a year. Was it good?" The Doctor shrugs. "Middling."

"You're so useless."

Rose sighed. "I don't know. I can't do that to her again, though." Rose couldn't deny that it was amazing seeing her mother again, but the adventures they had been on were life changing. She couldn't just give that up.

The Doctor flat out said, "Well, she's not coming with us." Rose agreed. "No chance."

"I don't do families." Rose nodded, accepting that her mum couldn't understand what she had seen. The severity of her mum's actions suddenly hit her. "She slapped you!"

The Doctor started laughing. "Nine hundred years of time and space, and I've never been slapped by someone's mother." Rose was giggling excessively by now. "Your face!"

"It hurt!"

Rose was suddenly stunned. "When you say nine hundred years…?"

"That's my age."

"You're nine hundred years old," Rose said skeptically, crossing her arms. "Yeah."

Rose just shook her head. "My mum was right, that is one hell of an age gap.

Every conversation with you just goes mental. There's no one I can talk to. I've seen all that stuff up there, the size of it, and I can't say a word. Aliens and spaceships and things, and I'm the only person on planet Earth who knows they exist."

No sooner had the words left her mouth when a loud noise erupted from the sky and revealed a spaceship. It was burning, black smoke billowing from it's tail. It swerves, avoiding the Tower Bridge and weaving around St. Paul's before sputtering and taking out a chunk of the Big Ben. It landed with an audible splash into the Thames, fire bursting from it's hull. The three stood there for a second in silence.

"Oh, that's just not fair," Rose murmurs.

"We're miles from the centre. The city must be gridlocked," Rose comments. "The whole city's closing down," I say, squinting to see if there was any sliver of the ship peeking out of a background of army green and gray. No such luck. The Doctor is smiling like a child on Christmas morning. "I can't believe I'm here to see this. This is fantastic!" Rose gets suspicious. "Did you know this was going to happen?"

"Nope," the Doctor answers, shaking his head.

"Do you recognise the ship?"

"Nope."

"Do you know why it crashed?"

"Nope."

Rose sighs, visibly drooping. "Oh, I'm so glad I've got you." The sarcasm is almost dripping from her lips.  Rose tries to shake it off by suggesting they get closer in the Tardis, but the Doctor points out that it would only cause more pandemonium. Rose rests her chin on the wood police barrier. "So history's happening and we're stuck here."

The Doctor nods. "Yes, we are."

"There's always watching it on TV"  Rose laughs and grabs the doctors arm as they rush back to Rose's flat.