Title: The Girl that Never Was

Author: Angel Leviathan

Disclaimer: Doctor Who, characters, concept, etc, aren’t mine.

Spoilers: Vague for everything.

Notes: Written for an LJ challenge.

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There is a teenage girl running through the TARDIS. Long hair flies behind her and Rose notes it is the same colour as hers before she decided to become a blonde. She doesn’t know the girl. There is nothing familiar about her. The girl is tall, perhaps taller than Rose, lanky and thin. Long limbed and seems to almost trip over herself as she runs. It is a miracle she doesn’t fall.

 

She seems to know the TARDIS inside out. The girl comes to an abrupt halt, turns and smiles in Rose’s direction. Her smile grows and she holds out a hand, “Come on, Mum, let’s go,” blue eyes dance mischievously for a moment, and just as Rose reaches for her, she runs again.

 

Rose has seen this girl many times, though she doesn’t know her name and doesn’t know where she comes from. She doesn’t know what this girl is doing in the TARDIS, or why she seems to think she is her mother. She has no children. Will probably have no children in her lifetime. The girl doesn’t even look like her. Not really. Apart from that hair. And Rose can barely remember being brunette.

 

Sometimes she thinks she must be a ghost. A ghost of a future abandoned. Were it not for her deciding to go with the Doctor, she would most likely have had a normal life, would have got married and had children, if she had her way. She has always wanted a daughter. More than one child, perhaps three or four. But she doesn’t know this girl. This stranger who calls her ‘Mum’ and tries to pull her along behind her. The sight of her makes her hurt. She knows this girl will never exist. If this girl is her child. She gave up children the moment she ran for the TARDIS and for the Doctor.

 

She is free. The TARDIS is freedom for her, it is more than she has ever dreamed of. Rose knows that sometimes the Doctor forgets she is human and thinks she is capable of anything. She never forgets she is human. She comes from a council estate and she thought she had her life planned out before her. But now she has total control. She can choose what she does, where, when, why, and she has chosen to stay with him. She loves it. She thinks she loves him on some level deeper than anything she has come to know as love. What she has given up should be insignificant. But it isn’t. And she can’t forget it. She can’t escape or hide from the life she imagined.

 

She would have been a mother one day, Rose is sure of that. Unless some horrible twist of fate ensured otherwise. Now she will not marry, she will not have children and she won’t have a house to call her own. The TARDIS, is, of course, her home, but the TARDIS can never be considered hers. She can see anything from any when, but she can never hold a child of her own in her arms. As much as she might love the Doctor, she knows she will never have his children. She doesn’t even know if it is possible. She isn’t in the TARDIS to set up home. She’s there to be with him and see the universe. For the rest of her life. Until something ends it for her.

 

“Come on, Mum, come find me.”

 

Rose thrashes in her bed as she tries to run after the girl. She calls after her, pleads with her to slow down. The girl pays her no mind. She keeps running. Running and running until she is out of sight.

 

“Wait!”

 

Rose wakes to the sound of her own voice, shouting after a phantom.

 

Fin