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kalleahMore in the series of vignettes from the alt!verse, this time from Mickey's perspective. Heavy references to chapter twenty-seven of Voyages of Discovery.
Spoilers through Doomsday and for my stories The Calm Before The Storm and Voyages of Discovery.
Thanks as always to lovely betasivydoor and platypus
Previous Parts
Spoilers through Doomsday and for my stories The Calm Before The Storm and Voyages of Discovery.
Thanks as always to lovely betas
ivydoor and platypusPrevious Parts
"Never explain -- your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway."
Elbert Hubbard
Mickey stared at the computer screen and tried to make sense of the results that were staring him in the face. No anomalies that any of Torchwood's computers could identify during the hours around Rose's disappearance. This was not to say that there hadn't been one. The technology he had at his disposal was impressive but not infallible.
He kept coming back to stare at the cube the Doctor had put into his hand in the pub in London.
"This does two things," the Doctor had told him. "One, it will give you an order that Pete Tyler must carry out. Second, it carries a recording. Until you see the recording, you need to keep this with you at all times. I mean, at all times. No exceptions."
Pete Tyler had carried out his mission, snatching Rose from the maw of the Void. Now, she was gone. Mickey fingered the cube thoughtfully, frustrated. He thought hard on the few minutes in the pub when the Doctor, appearing out of nowhere, had given him the cube.
The Doctor hadn't seemed like a heartbroken man, as Mickey knew he would be without Rose. At the time, there was no reason for that thought to occur to him, but in hindsight – with those two separated by a sealed breach and the Void, shouldn't the Doctor have shown some sign of that loss? If not, he was surely a colder bastard than Mickey had ever thought him.
The Doctor had said that a light would come on the cube when it was time to play the recording. Mickey stared hard at the spot, willing it to light up. It didn't. He had scanned the device with every gadget he had been able to find at Torchwood, and nothing had given him any indication of what to do with it, except of course, to wait.
He braced his elbows on the desk and put his head in his hands. His heart told him where Rose was, even if his mind couldn't explain it. When Rose had first disappeared with the Doctor, he had wanted her to hurt as much as he had. In time, that feeling had disappeared, and he had forgotten about it, for the most part. When he had watched her fall apart on the beach in Norway, it had returned, transformed into a deep, shameful guilt that he had ever wished her pain.
At least, he thought sadly, the Doctor didn't want to leave her.
He cleared his mind of the uncharitable thought and began to study the screen again, filtering through countless pages of reports with the same conclusion: on that day, nothing important had happened.
Elbert Hubbard
Mickey stared at the computer screen and tried to make sense of the results that were staring him in the face. No anomalies that any of Torchwood's computers could identify during the hours around Rose's disappearance. This was not to say that there hadn't been one. The technology he had at his disposal was impressive but not infallible.
He kept coming back to stare at the cube the Doctor had put into his hand in the pub in London.
"This does two things," the Doctor had told him. "One, it will give you an order that Pete Tyler must carry out. Second, it carries a recording. Until you see the recording, you need to keep this with you at all times. I mean, at all times. No exceptions."
Pete Tyler had carried out his mission, snatching Rose from the maw of the Void. Now, she was gone. Mickey fingered the cube thoughtfully, frustrated. He thought hard on the few minutes in the pub when the Doctor, appearing out of nowhere, had given him the cube.
The Doctor hadn't seemed like a heartbroken man, as Mickey knew he would be without Rose. At the time, there was no reason for that thought to occur to him, but in hindsight – with those two separated by a sealed breach and the Void, shouldn't the Doctor have shown some sign of that loss? If not, he was surely a colder bastard than Mickey had ever thought him.
The Doctor had said that a light would come on the cube when it was time to play the recording. Mickey stared hard at the spot, willing it to light up. It didn't. He had scanned the device with every gadget he had been able to find at Torchwood, and nothing had given him any indication of what to do with it, except of course, to wait.
He braced his elbows on the desk and put his head in his hands. His heart told him where Rose was, even if his mind couldn't explain it. When Rose had first disappeared with the Doctor, he had wanted her to hurt as much as he had. In time, that feeling had disappeared, and he had forgotten about it, for the most part. When he had watched her fall apart on the beach in Norway, it had returned, transformed into a deep, shameful guilt that he had ever wished her pain.
At least, he thought sadly, the Doctor didn't want to leave her.
He cleared his mind of the uncharitable thought and began to study the screen again, filtering through countless pages of reports with the same conclusion: on that day, nothing important had happened.
