This was written for the Doctor_Rose_Fix Spring Fix-a-Thon on LJ. The prompt was: Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. - Henry Van Dyke
(Just a bit of reposting...this has been up on Teaspoon for awhile.)
The Doctor asks her—once she’s signed up, once he’s stuck with her—where she wants to go.
“All of time and space at your disposal,” he says, grinning.
It’s been a long, long time since he last had a companion, but he still remembers this part. He waits patiently for the expected reply—it’s always the same. Either they name some event in Earth’s history that they want to visit or they protest that they couldn’t possibly know, out of all of time and space, what would make a good destination.
The first one is usually good fun, but he’s sort of hoping it’ll be the second.
More chances for him to show off that way.
Rose scrunches up her forehead in a way that he knows means she’s thinking. After a moment of silence, she says, “Could you show me the, I dunno, size of it?”
He raises an eyebrow. This is new. “The size of the universe?”
“Not the size,” she says, a bit frustrated. “The scope of it. The scale—that’s the word I want. The scale of it all, the very big and the very small.”
He grins. Oh, yes, he can.
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