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The Way of Things, Chapter 9

Title – The Way of Things (9/45)
Author – jlrpuck
Rating – K+
Pairing – Peter Carlisle/Rose Tyler
Spoilers – For both Blackpool and S2 of Doctor Who.
Disclaimer – Characters from Blackpool and Doctor Who are the property of the BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary – A post-Doomsday story, set in the Alt!Verse. It's been over three years since Rose and the Doctor said goodbye. What happens when she not only meets his doppelganger, but has to work with him?
Author’s Notes – Rose returns to Kendal, armed with what she’s learned.

Many many thanks to earlgreytea68 and arctacuda --they're both very, very busy people, and I can't say enough how much I appreciate their taking the time to go through this for me. Thanks, as well, to the always evil rosa_acicularis, for providing the final read-through, and unleashing wild plot bunnies in my head over th weekend. Finally, thanks and a belated happy birthday to misssara11, who encouraged me to start writing in the first place, and who read over my early efforts at this story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | < Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 | Chapter 36 | Chapter 37 | Chapter 38 | Chapter 39 | Chapter 40 | Chapter 41 | Chapter 42 | Chapter 43 | Chapter 44 | Epilogue

Peter had decided to work on Sunday, figuring that with the weather being foul there wasn’t much else to do. Having the station to himself, relatively, might also give him a chance to work out some of the pieces of the case. He, Penington, Jake, and Mickey had spent Friday parsing the fiancée’s story; there were several things that didn’t add up there, and the bulk of the day had been spent fact-checking. At some point during the day, the ice had finally broken between the four men, and they had wound up down the pub Friday night, having a companionable pint together before taking a break for the weekend. Mickey and Jake had talked about going for a walk, and Peter found himself hoping that the two hadn’t got stuck out in the wet weather that was typical of the spring.

He arrived at the station to find it minimally staffed. Discarding his dripping coat and umbrella at the door, he settled in at his desk, coffee mug steaming and a forlorn donut at the ready. After staring at the cork board for a long while, he wandered back over to his coat and pulled out a pair of dark, horn-rimmed glasses; putting them on, he wandered back to his desk where he sat down, pulled out several sheets of blank paper and began to work on some ideas. First and foremost was the fiancée, Phillipa. She had dodged their questions about her background and how she’d wound up in Kendal, and had seemed less than passionate when talking about McGreevy. She had danced around answering some of their questions about her whereabouts the previous week, as well. And then there was the CCTV footage. Finally, they had found something useful from the footage outside the lab, although it was from the parking lot and not the building entrance. The woman had been seen going through McGreevy’s car the night he’d disappeared. They’d had no luck getting a straight answer out of her on that—she’d hired on a solicitor rather quickly after that development--and Peter added it to the rapidly expanding list of questions he had about the woman.

Then there were the journals. What were the missing pages about? Jake and Mickey, despite being downright jovial with him, weren’t talking about McGreevy’s past, nor were they any more forthcoming about what it was they were specifically looking for. The one thing Henry hadn’t been able to get was an answer to that question, and it was starting to drive him crazy. Then there was the issue of his encrypted journals. Mickey had done an excellent job of breaking the code on most of them, but there were still a few sections, using a different cipher, that Mickey couldn’t break. Finally, Jake had told him yesterday that he and Rose were looking for a safe room in the lab; apparently, it was a fairly standard feature in Torchwood facilities, and the fact that it wasn’t there was worthy of investigation in and of itself. On the positive side, the vice squad had been as happy to see those journals as he had expected—the next day, he and Penington were planning to interview several of the people who had been picked up as a result of the information from McGreevy’s entries.

The diaries had yielded a bit of potentially useful information. McGreevy had, more than once, referenced meeting “J” at a warehouse. They just had to find out where the warehouse was, and try to see if they could match “J” to anyone listed either in his diaries, journals, or e-mails. No small feat, but at least it was something.

His thoughts all down on paper, he removed his glasses, wiped his hand across his eyes, rubbed his nose, and then ran his hand back through his hair before leaning back. He picked up the coffee, finding the dregs contained at the bottom to be ice cold. It was about time for a stretch, anyway, so after carelessly chucking the eyeglasses onto his desk he wandered down the hall to the kitchen to pour himself a fresh cup and have a poke around the cupboards for a snack. The coffee pot had a thick, bubbling tar of burnt coffee on the bottom, causing him to curl his lip in disgust before hunting around for a spare packet of instant coffee. It was a few minutes before he was able to find the coffee he knew was hiding somewhere and, after adding hot water to the crystals at the bottom of the mug, he rooted around the pastries on the counter and selected a stale Danish. Washing the dry sweet down with the rather weak coffee, he wandered back into the main room...and found Rose Tyler staring at the cork board thoughtfully. He choked, his surprise at seeing her causing him to inhale the hot beverage rather than swallow it; the last thing he saw before his eyes watered from coughing was Rose’s startled gaze as she whipped around to face him.

“Inspector!” He heard Rose rush over to him, then felt a hearty slap on his back.

“Ow! Bloody hell, you don’t need to break my back! It was just a bit of coffee gone down wrong!” Peter’s sarcasm came out whiny as he slowly finished coughing. With his free hand he rubbed his eyes clear of the tears that had gathered from coughing before refocusing on Rose Tyler, now standing a few feet away. She looked guarded and concerned.


“Yes! You just surprised me. Oughtn’t ye be in London?”

“Just got back. The weather’s a bit vile for doing anything, so I thought I’d take a quick look at the board to see what I missed. I didn’t mean to scare you—you’re sure you’re all right?” Rose stepped forward as Peter gave a deep, dry cough. He held up a hand to keep her back.

“I’m fine—just that last bit getting out of my poor lungs. Get what you needed from London, then?” He walked over to his desk. Suddenly noticing the cup of coffee still in his hand, he took a long draught from the mug before setting it down.

Rose had followed him over to his desk and stopped by the cork board. “For the most part,” she distractedly answered, her attention back on the papers and pictures in front of her.

She continued to remain focused on the board as Peter moved to look over her shoulder. He could sense her tense up as he stopped behind her. “That’s good, then. Mickey or Jake tell you what you missed?”

Rose continued to look at the board, but moved to increase the small space between her and Peter. “A bit, yeah.” Safely away from Peter’s proximity, she turned to look at him. “Something about a warehouse somewhere outside of the town, yeah? I also understand that there might be some bits of interest with the fiancée?”

Peter felt his temper spike; he was tired, still a bit soggy from the downpour outside, the coffee was awful, the pastry was worse, and the Bloody Government had seen fit to ensure that he wasn’t going to be able to run His Investigation in the way he preferred.. And, much as he hated to admit it, possibly just the very fact that Rose Tyler was in his station house made him edgy and snappish. It irritated him that he could not imagine what she was thinking behind those wide eyes. Irritated him even more that she was wary and skittish around him, constantly tensing and putting distance between them in a way that made little sense to him, as if she thought they shared some history together that he knew they didn't have. Mickey and Jake sharing their discoveries with her wasn’t unexpected, but it was the proverbial final straw for him on this rainy spring Sunday.

If he was going to lose his temper, he decided, it would be most satisfying to do it with bloody Rose Tyler. “Not much left to tell you, is there? No real need for me to even be here.” He tried to rein in his temper before it got away from him, pulling his desk drawer open with more force that was necessary to retrieve a lolly before slamming it back shut. The objects on the desk rattled. Unwrapping the confection he had retrieved, he put it in his mouth to try to keep quiet for the few seconds necessary to keep from really going off; while most people counted to ten to calm down, Peter had long ago discovered that sweets had much the same effect on him. He noticed Rose’s eyes go a bit wide before she turned away rapidly. Peter frowned. Yet another curious response out of Rose Tyler. Her unpredictable, and frankly baffling, reactions to the most mundane things were driving him mad; it was impossible to get a read on the woman.

Rolling the sugary treat around his mouth, he let the citrus flavour calm him as he thought about what to tell Rose; and how to tell her without letting his temper get the best of him. What did it matter that he have something earth-shattering to share? Surely he didn’t need her good opinion to feel validated as he did his job. Why should he be so fixated on figuring out what Rose's opinion of him was in the first place? No, he just had to ride this case out, and then he’d be rid of Rose Tyler and her band of merry…whatevers.

He gave the lolly a good slurp as he pulled it out of his mouth before speaking. “Let’s see if there’s anything further I can share, Ms. Tyler. See if I'm earning my salary a bit or if your crack team has rendered me completely redundant. First, there was a mention of a mysterious ‘J’ with reference to the warehouse; we’ve not got a lead on that, but were hoping something might turn up through either your London visit or just good detecting. The fiancée works for a rather dodgy outfit that specialises in package holidays—tours of the Lakes and such. Which is really rather dull, but becomes much more interesting when you realize that prior to, she worked at an engineering firm specialising in unrealistic-sounding experimental technology. No doubt you already knew that, though, so I’ll just carry on.” He popped the lolly back in his mouth for a swirl before removing it and continuing. “Then there’s the rather odd fact that McGreevy’s dearly beloved was seen searching his car with a handheld spectrometer-thingy and a Geiger counter. Who carries one of those on their person, anyway?”

Rose still had her back to him, her eyes staring in the general direction of the board but clearly not focused on what was in front of her. She was definitely paying attention to what he was saying. Peter pressed on. “Those, Ms. Tyler, are the paltry facts that we discovered in your absence these past few days. I’d hope that you would see fit to return the courtesy and share whatever useful information you might have found through your visit to your Lords and Masters, but having had the great pleasure of working with the Home Office before I remain doubtful of being so honoured.” He popped the lolly back into his mouth before he could say something truly offensive, or let even a part of the diatribe that was running through his mind sneak out of his mouth.

Peter sat wearily down in his hard desk chair, and spun it away from Rose to look at the notes he had written out. At least he hadn’t found her rummaging through those—that might really have set him off. He gave a mild snort at the thought. Picking his glasses up off the desk, he put them on to read through the scribble in front of him. He began to twirl the stem of the rapidly shrinking lolly unconsciously with his left hand as he flipped through his notes with his right. He had been so close to something when he had taken the break; he wanted to find that train of thought again before it vanished. He was just getting back into the groove when he heard Rose shift and take a deep breath to begin speaking; she then stopped, as though reconsidering what she was going to say. With a heavy sigh, he looked up at her.

She was once again staring at him with something akin to longing, her eyes huge and her jaw hanging slightly slack. Peter decided that, of all of Rose's puzzling and enigmatic responses to him, he hated this one the most. Those gazes when her eyes would suddenly be swimming with emotions that he couldn't begin to untangle, none of which made any sense at all, all of which made him feel as if she wasn't seeing him at all in that moment. Maybe, he admitted, that was what was most inexcusable about the whole thing: the fact that Rose would look at him in just that spectacularly flattering way, her whole being seemingly focused on him...and yet not be seeing him while she was doing it. A man, he thought, could only take so much. “Yes?” He drew the single syllable out with barely concealed impatience. It seemed to do the trick as Rose recollected herself, her eyes focusing on his.

“Oh!” Rose blushed scarlet; Peter wondered who on earth she had been thinking of. She blinked, turned her head away, seemed to calm herself, turned back. “My mind wandered--it was a bit of a dull train ride.” He continued to look at her with ill-concealed irritation. “My trip to London was…well, it was a bit of a bust, to be quite honest. I wish I had something earth-shattering to actually tell, as you seem to think I might. James—the fourth of the team, he’s working from the office due to an injury last go—found out nothing. Well, nothing that we hadn’t already found. He’s been trying to seduce one of the girls in security, but I think that’s more recreational than from any desire to gather intelligence.” Peter’s pique began to turn into amusement at Rose’s droll tone and slightly exasperated eye roll. And that, in turn, annoyed him even more. Then the woman had the gall to be funny? Dare he say it, Cute? “Let’s see, other than that? Er, got talked down to by McGreevy’s grand-boss—right pompous git, that man—caught up on the office goss, found out that you passed a background check, caught up on the paperwork this week and cleaned off my desk, and then had tea with my family, during which my mum interrogated me about what I was off doing this time. Does that put your fears to rest?” Rose was looking at him with a sharp gaze, the lightness of her tone belying the seriousness of what she had snuck into her list.

Not that he had missed what she'd so casually slipped into her otherwise-dull enumeration. Did she really think he would be so thick so as not to notice that? “You had them run a background check on me?” His voice was very calm and very even.

Rose paused, giving him a steady look as she chose her reply. “Yes. We needed to make sure you were OK to share information with.”

Peter pursed his lips, willing himself to see the logic behind the action as opposed to just feeling…violated. “Did you not think to let me know you were going to be delving into my past? Perhaps let me know that you’d be sniffing around, in order to determine if I was ‘suitable’ for learning your precious secrets?”

“Why? So you could go bury the skeletons currently in your closet and sweep the dirt under a rug? It was the easiest and fastest way to see how far we could go in sharing what we learned. Would you rather we didn’t bother and kept you in the dark, simply to avoid hurting your feelings? Heaven forbid we learn about your past from actual facts as opposed to from the scuttlebutt running around the station and town.” Rose’s voice was slowly rising, her face turning pinker the more frustrated she got. “This, from the man who was complaining not more than five minutes ago about how we would never share information with him! Would you rather we had done that? Carried on our merry way, with no regard to ensuring that maybe everyone could do their jobs? You’d rather we lived down to your expectations, I suppose, so you could continue to whinge about the horror of being saddled with us.” Rose turned, looking for her coat. “Typical,” she spat, stopping in front of his desk.

Peter was once more trying to keep his temper in check. He knew she had a point, but he was still smarting from the knowledge that this young woman in front of him most likely knew every dirty little secret he had. The embarrassment made him feel defensive. “Typical? Typical like someone from the Home Office waving a badge around and forcing themselves into my case? Typical like someone from the Home Office running off and sneaking information on a ‘colleague’ behind their back?”

Rose spun to face him, eyes bright. “That’s awfully rich coming from you, Inspector. At least I followed official channels when I requested the background on the people I was working with.”

Peter froze.

“Oh, yes, Inspector. That, too, was mentioned during my visit to London. That a friend was asking around about Mickey, Jake, and I. Hard to blame you—after all, I did the same thing. I just did it with the full sanction of the government. What’s your justification?”

Peter was speechless, knowing full well he had been caught out, but unable to find the words to defend his actions. Rose walked to the doorway and yanked her still-dripping coat off the stand with enough force to send it rocking. Without looking back, she pulled the soggy garment on as she pushed the doors open and walked into the hallway.

He was still scrambling for words when Rose slammed the station door behind her.

~ - ~

Rose shed her soaked coat with shaking hands. Her entire trip back to the hotel had passed in a blur, her anger over her argument with Carlisle occupying every thought. The nerve of the man! The double-standard by which he was judging her was infuriating. He seemed determined to play the role of martyr in this thing, casting himself as the poor detective just trying to do his job but hobbled by the interference of government heavies.

She threw her sodden T-shirt across the room in frustration before going into the en-suite to run herself a hot bath. The taps running at full flow, she absently removed the last pieces of cold, wet clothing; the heated discussion with Carlisle played on loop in her mind. She looked down to find the tub nearly full, and hastily shut the taps off before stepping into the steaming tub and gently easing herself into the calming water. As she bathed, Rose ran the past week through her head in an effort to figure out when or how things had reached this point. She’d been off her game from the outset, completely rattled by the physical appearance of the DI. Ducking her head under the water to rinse out her hair, she began to wonder if Pete Tyler hadn’t been on to something: Was the DI’s resemblance to the Doctor interfering with her ability to do her job? She’d been snappish and defensive around him from the outset—that is, when she wasn’t lost in her memories. She took another dunk, rinsing conditioning crème out of her hair. Wiping the water off her face, she admitted to herself that she hadn’t been at her best this past week, running hot and cold when around Carlisle and being so focused on the effort of not seeing him as the Doctor that she had managed to make a muddle of anything else. She needed to get over her issues with Carlisle or get herself off the case.

Reaching for the loofah, Rose began to mull over the DI’s reaction to being investigated. She knew the background investigation had been necessary, and that doing things the way she had done was the fastest and easiest way to go: too many people had tried to throw up barriers to their dark deeds when they’d found out that a background check was going to be run. As a result, the team had decided—well, Rose admitted as she rinsed off, she had decided—to just run the checks without telling the people being investigated. Nobody had yet kicked up a fuss over it, and it had meant they were able to bring the locals in on their investigations in a shorter period of time. Leaning back against the cool porcelain of the tub, Rose closed her eyes and tried to view her actions objectively. Thinking things over, putting herself in Carlisle’s shoes, she began to see where it might have seemed a bit presumptuous. She’d assumed Carlisle would try to hide things, never giving him a chance to be up front about his past before they began to delve into it. She’d assumed the worst of him without giving him a chance to prove otherwise. Heck, she, Mickey, Jake, James—everyone at Torchwood who had to go through a check—at least had been given the chance to tell the investigators about the bad things in their past; had, in fact, been evaluated on how honest they had been about the skeletons in their closets. Rose had denied Carlisle, and the others before him, that basic right, instead autocratically deciding she knew best. Her eyes opened with shock—she was just like the Doctor. Often, in his desire to help (or in a fit of species superiority), he had simply assumed he knew what was best. His intentions were always good, but the method invariably backfired.

With a sigh, Rose popped the drain plug with her left foot and stood up in the now-tepid water. She had buggered things up, and was going to have to apologise for it. Would that be before or after she got over being so wrapped up in not seeing the Doctor in DI Carlisle that she couldn’t actually see or hear the human being she had to work with?

She rubbed herself dry with the towel, coming to a decision. Tomorrow, first thing, she was going to apologise to Carlisle. New week, fresh start.

~ - ~

Chapter Ten


( 40 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 13th, 2007 02:46 pm (UTC)
Rose spun to face him, eyes bright. “That’s awfully rich coming from you, Inspector. At least I followed official channels when I requested the background on the people I was working with.”

Peter froze.

WUH-BAM! Busted!

I guess the question at this point is whether Carlisle's going to come to the same conclusion regarding an apology, or whether he's so frustrated/pissed off at this point that he's really going to start digging around in Rose's past.

Another great chapter! Thanks so much!
Aug. 13th, 2007 05:38 pm (UTC)
I guess the question at this point is whether Carlisle's going to come to the same conclusion regarding an apology, or whether he's so frustrated/pissed off at this point that he's really going to start digging around in Rose's past.

Your ability to figure out what's coming down the pike has me amused and not a bit embarassed. Perhaps I need to work in some crazy twist? ;)

Even 21 chapters in, now, this particular chapter remains one of my favorites; it was entirely too much fun to have these two face off with each other. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Aug. 13th, 2007 05:49 pm (UTC)
...and not a bit embarassed.

No reason to be embarassed. My conjecturing is merely supported by the fact that you're writing them both very in-character versus tacking the names Rose Tyler and Peter Carlisle onto random people.

Now we just need jesidres to do a picture of a chibi!Carlisle and a chibi!PWRose grrring at each other and we'll be set. :D
Aug. 13th, 2007 06:28 pm (UTC)
In that case, I'm quite flattered! :)

Aug. 13th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)

Also, er, sorry, but a what?
Aug. 14th, 2007 02:18 am (UTC)
PW = Pete's World. She's not an alt!Rose, but we wouldn't want to see, for instance, the chibi!Rose from this drawing.
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:43 pm (UTC)
aaaaAAAAAAAAAAh! *light bulb illuminates*
Aug. 13th, 2007 03:51 pm (UTC)
The oral fixation and the glasses... Rose doesn't stand a chance (and neither do I).

Poor Peter really doesn't know what to think, does he? ;~) And he hasn't even found out about the whole alternate dimension thing yet, let alone the Doctor! I can't wait...
Aug. 13th, 2007 05:41 pm (UTC)
Yes, Peter has a few things to work out--the only problem is, he doesn't know what he doesn't know, if you know what I mean.

The betas were very, very happy when I finally introduced the glasses and the oral fixation. I wonder why...? ;)
Dec. 2nd, 2008 04:14 pm (UTC)
Your icon amuses me greatly.
Aug. 13th, 2007 05:31 pm (UTC)
Great chapter! The emotional tension is palpable and oh so delicious. I'm becoming ever more fond of Carlisle with each chapter; his quirks are entirely too charming.
Aug. 13th, 2007 05:43 pm (UTC)
I've always believed Peter's not a misanthrope--he's just misunderstood. :) This is the chapter when things finally started clicking--I mean really clicking--for me, so I'm really pleased that you liked it so much.
Aug. 13th, 2007 06:00 pm (UTC)
I have to wonder how much of what we've seen is what Carlisle's always been like, versus being the toll taken on his soul by his ex-wife screwing him over (never mind being jerked around by Natalie). It's certainly to his credit that he hasn't turned misogynistic by now...
Aug. 13th, 2007 06:27 pm (UTC)
I have to wonder how much of what we've seen is what Carlisle's always been like...

I love theorizing about what Peter was like before. What made him into the man we see in Blackpool? How'd he wind up in Kendal? What *did* happen with that first wife to cause her to screw him over? All sorts of little things; when my Muse is silent (or when she's not been hijacked by rosa_acicularis or earlgreytea68's suggestions), I noodle around with those questions. The poor guy has clearly had a rough go of it, and I'd like to think karma will pay him back at some point. But then, I'm a closet optimist. :)
Aug. 13th, 2007 10:00 pm (UTC)

my usual repetative comments but I love all the tiny physical mannerism details
I also like Rose equating her logic to the Doctor's
so I'm still reading and liking
Aug. 13th, 2007 10:58 pm (UTC)
Yay! to the still reading and liking! (sorry, it's been rather a long day and I'm having a trouble being more coherent).

Aug. 14th, 2007 12:41 am (UTC)
I have to second that you really are writing Rose Tyler and Peter Carlsile and not just characters with they're name tacked on. I just got caught up on the past few weeks and it was a lovely read.
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm glad! I think it's far more fun to go back and read in one go....but until the story's done, I can't post more often than I am!

Aug. 14th, 2007 02:52 am (UTC)
Great writing, characters are spot on. I am hoping to see a little bit more of Peter like he was at the beginning of Blackpool, that domething that I fell for. Looking forward to more soon please.
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:33 pm (UTC)
Those first episodes of Blackpool are my favorite, largely because Peter hasn't become bogged down in the angst of his relationship with Natalie (not that I don't like the latter episodes! Honest--I love 'em!). Peter and Rose just have to sort things out, and then hopefully they'll be back to being a bit....lighter.
Aug. 14th, 2007 03:35 am (UTC)
The first time I read this chapter, I was a bit out of it on pain medications, and I thought it was brilliant. Then I thought, Maybe that was the pain medication speaking. But no, no, no pain medication in my bloodstream right now, and it remains utterly brilliant and one of my favorites.

Also, Peter will neve have an easy time of it if he keeps falling for imbeciles like Natalie. Rose, on the other hand...
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)
You're saying Rose should fall for imbeciles like Natalie? ;)

Heavens...I sent this to you right after the wisdom teeth incident? That was ages ago!!! I'm glad it holds up to meds-free reading....
Aug. 14th, 2007 06:19 am (UTC)
Confrontation chapter! This is definitely my favorite chapter at this point. The confrontation scene between Rose and Peter was fantastic, I could definitely feel the tension at Peter learning that a background check was run on him and that Rose found out about his own background checking.

The oral fixation and the glasses are hard to resist. Aww to Rose with her continued struggle to separate The Doctor and Peter. Peter doesn't make it any easier since he behaves both similarly and different from The Doctor. And Peter, he's getting frustrated at the way Rose is behaving toward him. I wonder how long it'll take him to finally just burst and questions her about it. As an earlier commenter mentioned I can't wait to have Peter find out about Rose and where she really comes from and information on The Doctor.

Again fantastic chapter!
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
I can't wait to have Peter find out about Rose and where she really comes from and information on The Doctor.

All in good time, all in good time. This story is far, far longer than I ever thought, so things will develop slowly. But I promise: patience will be rewarded!

I really had a ton of fun writing this chapter. Peter and Rose are a blast to write when they're sparking off each other.
Aug. 14th, 2007 07:30 am (UTC)
He was still scrambling for words when Rose slammed the station door behind her.

The image of a discombobulated Peter staring after her is just delightful. As is this entire chapter - their conflict is just wonderfully done.

*cue evil laughter*

What? I'm just embracing my new-found nefariousness.
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:37 pm (UTC)
There's nothing wrong with embracing your inner Master. Just so long as you don't commit genocide--or literally f*ck with peoples minds--to do it.

Aug. 14th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
21 chapters? :) Excellent! I'll be able to enjoy this for some time. Had to set to tracking it because for the life of me, I don't know how I stumbled across the story & I was going to be damned if I was going to let it slip away. Very curious about where things may go between Peter and Rose. Can't wait till the next chapter's posted. And seeing a flummoxed Peter is quite amusing. :-D

Aug. 15th, 2007 11:03 am (UTC)
21 currently, but I shudder to think how many more have yet to be written. *gives Muse stern talking-to*

I hate it when I find a good fic, read it, and then can't remember how I got there! I'm glad you liked this one enough to track it, and I hope you enjoy what's to come.
Dec. 5th, 2007 01:32 am (UTC)
What did you think?
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May. 30th, 2008 10:19 am (UTC)
Woah... I wouldn't want to be in the middle when those two are actually fighting. ^.^

And it's kinda sad that Rose sees the Doctor now in everything and everywhere, even in herself. Though she is right about the 'assuming he/she knows best'-thing.
Jun. 3rd, 2008 10:44 am (UTC)
I wouldn't want to be in the middle when those two are actually fighting

Ah, no. They don't row often, but when they do it's pretty intense.

it's kinda sad that Rose sees the Doctor now in everything and everywhere, even in herself.

I've always viewed this as Peter's story--but it's Rose's, too. By meeting Peter, she's able to move on.
Aug. 6th, 2008 03:32 am (UTC)
As of now, this is my own official little canon AU. No, seriously. This could have it's own show...except that our screens might melt from how hot it would be.
ugah, lolly and then getting found out. Oh I love it when people get busted, big time. And Rose's realization at the end...wow.
Aug. 6th, 2008 01:00 pm (UTC)
As of now, this is my own official little canon AU.

Thank you! I was a bit upset that this whole thing was blown to smithereens by S4, but then decided "enh, who cares? I like the characters and the story; I'll keep playing with them." ;)

Aug. 6th, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)
Like I said, I'm already having a hard time looking at other DW fic now. And while thata may sound daft, it's true. I will probably never meet anyone involved in the production of DW, so no one can ever tell me that this isn't real. They want the Doctor's sad-lonly-God rubbish going on? Well than, this Rose's story. Plain and Simple.
Oct. 27th, 2008 07:38 am (UTC)
Just letting you know that I'm still reading (more sporadically than I'd like, due to RL time issues) and still absolutely loving this! :)
Oct. 29th, 2008 02:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I hope RL calms down for you *hugs*
Apr. 21st, 2009 07:26 am (UTC)
re: The Way of Things, Chapter 9
Huh, interesting argument there. Might not have cleared the air at all, though, just made things worse. And yes, Rose is right, she does need to apologize. Can't wait to see Peter's reaction to all this.
Apr. 21st, 2009 01:56 pm (UTC)
Re: re: The Way of Things, Chapter 9
Well...I don't know that it made things worse, per se. But they're both definitely sparking off of each other...
May. 6th, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
and a forlorn donut
I'm not sure why, but I love the wording of that.

He choked, his surprise at seeing her causing him to inhale the hot beverage rather than swallow it; the last thing he saw before his eyes watered from coughing was Rose’s startled gaze as she whipped around to face him.
Aaand there goes one of my favourite mental images. -giggles insanely-

Her unpredictable, and frankly baffling, reactions to the most mundane things were driving him mad; it was impossible to get a read on the woman.
I'm not exactly sure what to call this Carlisle!mood (still recovering from a migraine, so my thoughts aren't exactly working), but I do love it so.

Maybe, he admitted, that was what was most inexcusable about the whole thing: the fact that Rose would look at him in just that spectacularly flattering way, her whole being seemingly focused on him...and yet not be seeing him while she was doing it.
Awww... I know this has been said before, but poor Peter! D:

Rose spun to face him, eyes bright. “That’s awfully rich coming from you, Inspector. At least I followed official channels when I requested the background on the people I was working with.”

May. 6th, 2010 11:45 am (UTC)
I'm not sure why, but I love the wording of that.

That poor, lonesome donut!

Aaand there goes one of my favourite mental images. -giggles insanely-

For all of his dysfunction, Peter really is good at keeping an even keel. It's good to see him thrown off of that.

still recovering from a migraine, so my thoughts aren't exactly working

*sends Imigran*

Awww... I know this has been said before, but poor Peter! D:

Indeed. There's a reason so many Poor Peter icons popped up--and why I have a coffee mug with that emblazoned across it.


As I said before, it's good for him. It builds character ;)
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