The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)

Father's Day

Rose's POV

"Peter Alan Tyler my dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Born 15th September 1954." I whispered as I sat in the driver seat of the console room, looking at an old photo of my father.

-Flashback-

"Come here, Rose. Come here." Mum called a younger me into room. She had had a little too much to drink, and was looking at photos of dad.
She had a photograph album open. I hoisted my small little frame onto her bed, and looked with my curious blue eyes. "Who's that? It's your daddy. You weren't old enough to remember when he died. 1987, 7th of November. Do you remember what I told you? The day that Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clarke got married. He was always having adventures. Oh, he would have loved to have seen you now." Mum pointed and smiled sadly at the man in the photo.

--

"That's what Mum always says. So I was thinking, could we, could we go and see my dad when he was still alive?" "Where's this come from, all of a sudden?" The Doctor asked me curiously, the Rebel stood leaning against the railing, an unclear look on her face. "All right then, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of times or something, then never mind, just leave it." I brushed off. "No, I can do anything. I'm just more worried about you." The Doctor quickly corrected. I heard the Rebel scoff and I knew she was rolling her eyes at him.

"I want to see him." I demanded.

"Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for." The Doctor warned.

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The Doctor took me to my mother and father's wedding. It was absolutely beautiful. My dad stood their, just like mum said, as they hold hands and did their vows.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentice.." The Registrar told dad to repeat.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Suzanne Suzette Anita-" he stumbled. "Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di. " Mum laughed.

"I thought he'd be taller." I leaned over to the Rebel, who shrugged.

"To be my lawful wedded wife, to love and behold till death us do part."

Memory

"He died so close to home." Mum stroked the pictures. "I wasn't there. Nobody was. It was a hit and run driver. Never found out who. He was dead when the ambulance got there. I only wish there'd been someone there for him." Mum sobbed lightly.

Memory over---

"I want to be that someone, so he doesn't die alone." I told them.

-

"November the 7th?" The Rebel asked. "1987." I confirmed. The time rotor started up,

-
Rebel's POV

The Tardis materialized on Waterley street. Pretty close to the street Peter Tyler died on. They were parked between a telephone junction box and a road sign. We all stepped out into the bright, sunny streets. A few clouds hung here and there, and music was coming from one of the flats.

"It's so weird. The day my father died. I thought it'd be all sort of grim and stormy. It's just an ordinary day." Rose looked around, shocked. "The past is another country. 1987's just the Isle of Wight. Are you sure about this?" I asked her, knowing the pain of watching someone die.

"Yeah." She whispered.

--

"This is it. Jordan Road. He was late. He'd been to get a wedding present, a vase. Mum always said, that stupid vase." Rose laughed nervously. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. I nudged the Doctor and he gave her sad smile. I grabbed both of their hands and held them as we watched a green can come around the corner, it pulled to the curb, and the driver shuffled around a bit.