Challenge Fic-Undiscovered Room
Title:Painted Insomnia
Author: o0oBishieo0o
Rating: PG
Characters: Rose (With mentions of Nine)
Spoilers: None
Author Notes:
Okay! I've come back from hiding. The real world caught up with me for awhile, what with me turning 21 recently and other things. This was written for the "Have Rose discover a new room in the TARDIS" challenge. I would like to warn everyone before hand, this was written at 3am on a complete and utter whim-so it may not be that awesome. But I gave it ago anyway! Please enjoy!
Painted Insomnia
It was one of those nights when sleep just wouldn't come. Her subconcious was working overtime, it was almost as if she could feel the nerves in her brain twitching with unsurpressed excitement, unconciousness in all its seduction was simply refusing to stake claim on her during this particular night. Well if she was being completely honest with herself "Particular" would be a bad word for the course of insomnia which had seated itself with a determined refusal not to be removed.
The lack of dreams which were now beginning to lead to sheer exhaustion was finally starting to annoy her, aggravate her to the point that she wished she had not stumbled across that room four days ago, wished that she hadn't left the Doctor poking around the control room of the TARDIS as she went off on her own exploration of the extensive ship.
Since her entry into the Doctor's universe his beloved ship had taken it upon herself to lead Rose into the strangest of rooms, to compell the young blonde to venture into the many long, deserted corridors and to throw open wooden thresholds to satiate the now constant curiosity burning within the blonde. Wether the curiosity was articificially given to her-Rose could now, not be sure. She was however, sure of the fact that she needed to discover what lay behind that rose-wood panneling of the door at the far end of- one of the darker corridors onboard. The door which she had stumbled across by complete accident. At first it seemed as if she had been in the room before.
When she sat and pondered-really thought about it, she could have sworn she had done so. The passageway was the same one she would always end up at-at the end of her excursion, the walls tinted with the same misty blue wallpaper which was now such a familiarity that Rose didn't give it much thought. However It was the colour of the wood that had caught her attention and caused her mental disagreement, on that particular day of wandering. It was a lighter colour, almost tinted with crimson that flashed into her line of vision. It was not the deep earthy colour of the doors she had seen so many times before.
Her attention captured, fingers began to prode and probe the strange varnished wood before her-each digit trailing against the surface before wrapping fully around the handle carved into the center of the expanse-and then pulling. When nothing happened, nothing creaked, nothing opened-she found herself frowning and pulling harder, eyes narrowed in an attempt to will the door open. Yet try as she might, still nothing. Dejected and defeated Rose slunk away after those hurried attempts to gain herself entrance into the secret section of the strange world she now lived on.
The insomnia settled in shortly after that-her mind haunted and confused by what could be laying beyond that threshold. It began challenging her sleep and forcing her to stay blankly at the ceiling for hours upon end, never faltering in its hold. Until tonight.
The matress was too thick surrounding her.
Despite her best efforts to kick the comforter from her form and dangle her feet into the cold air Rose could not ease the itchy, unsatisfied feeling crawling slowly beneath her skin, the sensation made her sweat, and shift with aggitation.
"I spose' i'll give it what it wants"
She found herself mumbling into the darkness surrounding her as she quietly swung her feet from their spreadeagled position and threw herself into a sitting stance, blinking a few times to adjust her vision to her dimly lit surroundings. She was sure the Doctor was not asleep and she was also pretty sure she wouldn't run into him while wandering through the sinuous masses of hallways-after all, her mini-adventures had paid off quite well. She almost knew the TARDIS as well as she knew the back of her hand by this point.
Rose shuffled quietly toward the door and silently let herself out of her room, slinking into the shadows of the ship as she tiptoed toward the room which had been plaguing her thoughts for quite some time. She didn't think while moving, didn't ponder what her reaction would be if she was rejected from the entrance once more, and far more importantly-refused to think of what would happen if somehow it did open.
The trip was short and soon the blonde found herself staring intently at the rose-wood retangle once more, trying her best not to wonder how the doorway in question always seemed to just appear as she approached it. It didn't fit with the decour of the hallway, didn't even seem as if it was placed there. It was almost as if it appeared and vanished on cue-Rose also decided this was something she wouldn't ponder with much vigour-the ship had secrets, just like The Doctor had.
Taking a breath, Rose wrapped her fingers around the handle, frowning as the wood warmed beneath her flesh as the contact was made.
"Strange..." she caught herself whispering out into the silence, before she laughed the reaction away. She was alone in the corridor-why was she whispering?
The door shuddered as she pushed against it several times, then unlike the many times before creaked and gave way under her ministrations.
The wood sliding as if slick with oil to reveal the room behind it. The room was dark and empty. Rose frowned and stepped into the clearing- eyes darting around warily for something that could be lurking within its depths.
The light flaring toward the back of the room was what caught her attention, her curiosity now burning forced her feet to move without her consent and soon she found herself standing before the wall at the far back of the room, the surface illuminated by the steadily flickering light which had caused her to move.
It was a picture room-this much was clear now, the large wall was decorated with paintings and photographs, each canvas containing that of a different woman-staring regally back at Rose from the frame holding each one. Rose found her fingertips tracing each picture gently, tips sliding across some artwork which seemed, to Rose's eye perhaps hundreds of years old.
She couldn't help but wonder why this room was here, and why it was locked-if it only contained a bunch of pictures. She couldnt help the feeling of dissappointment which began to froth and bubble in her stomach as she stepped away from the collage on the wall, only to have her attention caught once more-by yet another flickering light behind a curtain situated in the corner of the room (Had that been there before?-Rose could have sworn it wasn't) The curtain looked almost as if it was blocking its way to another room.
The dissappointment ebbed away at that moment as Rose found herself walking with an excited bounce toward the crimson curtain, hands sighing against the silken material as she gently pushed it aside and stepped into the smaller room which had parted off from the main. This room was much the same as the other, except slightly more cramped. The walls instead of a homely ivory colour were glittering with what Rose could only think of as black-marble. Almost on cue the light in the room flared as it had done in the main expanse. The walls lit brightly causing the many pictures to shine proudly and jump out from the darkened background.
At once Rose felt as if she was staring back at atleast a hundred tiny mirrors, for each picture-contained an image of herself. Some shots completely random in their subject. Her eating breakfast, her sleeping, her smiling-tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth. Others were paintings, pictures created from some of the trips into the past The Doctor had taken her on. Each image perfect in a certain way, each snapshot-each pose different. Each one a memory, which as she looked, emblazoned the situation of how the image came to be-clearly in her mind.
However it was the center image which caught her attention to its fullest, for that was not only of her. In all actuality the picture was not of a body, or bodies at all. But a small close-up of two entwined hands. The sleeves the familiar material of the Doctors leather Jacket and the pinkish-red Hoodie Rose herself had worn on many an occasion.
Rose smiled.
It was the cracking yawn that ripped her attention from staring at the wall. She was finally feeling sleepy.
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Author: o0oBishieo0o
Rating: PG
Characters: Rose (With mentions of Nine)
Spoilers: None
Author Notes:
Okay! I've come back from hiding. The real world caught up with me for awhile, what with me turning 21 recently and other things. This was written for the "Have Rose discover a new room in the TARDIS" challenge. I would like to warn everyone before hand, this was written at 3am on a complete and utter whim-so it may not be that awesome. But I gave it ago anyway! Please enjoy!
It was one of those nights when sleep just wouldn't come. Her subconcious was working overtime, it was almost as if she could feel the nerves in her brain twitching with unsurpressed excitement, unconciousness in all its seduction was simply refusing to stake claim on her during this particular night. Well if she was being completely honest with herself "Particular" would be a bad word for the course of insomnia which had seated itself with a determined refusal not to be removed.
The lack of dreams which were now beginning to lead to sheer exhaustion was finally starting to annoy her, aggravate her to the point that she wished she had not stumbled across that room four days ago, wished that she hadn't left the Doctor poking around the control room of the TARDIS as she went off on her own exploration of the extensive ship.
Since her entry into the Doctor's universe his beloved ship had taken it upon herself to lead Rose into the strangest of rooms, to compell the young blonde to venture into the many long, deserted corridors and to throw open wooden thresholds to satiate the now constant curiosity burning within the blonde. Wether the curiosity was articificially given to her-Rose could now, not be sure. She was however, sure of the fact that she needed to discover what lay behind that rose-wood panneling of the door at the far end of- one of the darker corridors onboard. The door which she had stumbled across by complete accident. At first it seemed as if she had been in the room before.
When she sat and pondered-really thought about it, she could have sworn she had done so. The passageway was the same one she would always end up at-at the end of her excursion, the walls tinted with the same misty blue wallpaper which was now such a familiarity that Rose didn't give it much thought. However It was the colour of the wood that had caught her attention and caused her mental disagreement, on that particular day of wandering. It was a lighter colour, almost tinted with crimson that flashed into her line of vision. It was not the deep earthy colour of the doors she had seen so many times before.
Her attention captured, fingers began to prode and probe the strange varnished wood before her-each digit trailing against the surface before wrapping fully around the handle carved into the center of the expanse-and then pulling. When nothing happened, nothing creaked, nothing opened-she found herself frowning and pulling harder, eyes narrowed in an attempt to will the door open. Yet try as she might, still nothing. Dejected and defeated Rose slunk away after those hurried attempts to gain herself entrance into the secret section of the strange world she now lived on.
The insomnia settled in shortly after that-her mind haunted and confused by what could be laying beyond that threshold. It began challenging her sleep and forcing her to stay blankly at the ceiling for hours upon end, never faltering in its hold. Until tonight.
The matress was too thick surrounding her.
Despite her best efforts to kick the comforter from her form and dangle her feet into the cold air Rose could not ease the itchy, unsatisfied feeling crawling slowly beneath her skin, the sensation made her sweat, and shift with aggitation.
"I spose' i'll give it what it wants"
She found herself mumbling into the darkness surrounding her as she quietly swung her feet from their spreadeagled position and threw herself into a sitting stance, blinking a few times to adjust her vision to her dimly lit surroundings. She was sure the Doctor was not asleep and she was also pretty sure she wouldn't run into him while wandering through the sinuous masses of hallways-after all, her mini-adventures had paid off quite well. She almost knew the TARDIS as well as she knew the back of her hand by this point.
Rose shuffled quietly toward the door and silently let herself out of her room, slinking into the shadows of the ship as she tiptoed toward the room which had been plaguing her thoughts for quite some time. She didn't think while moving, didn't ponder what her reaction would be if she was rejected from the entrance once more, and far more importantly-refused to think of what would happen if somehow it did open.
The trip was short and soon the blonde found herself staring intently at the rose-wood retangle once more, trying her best not to wonder how the doorway in question always seemed to just appear as she approached it. It didn't fit with the decour of the hallway, didn't even seem as if it was placed there. It was almost as if it appeared and vanished on cue-Rose also decided this was something she wouldn't ponder with much vigour-the ship had secrets, just like The Doctor had.
Taking a breath, Rose wrapped her fingers around the handle, frowning as the wood warmed beneath her flesh as the contact was made.
"Strange..." she caught herself whispering out into the silence, before she laughed the reaction away. She was alone in the corridor-why was she whispering?
The door shuddered as she pushed against it several times, then unlike the many times before creaked and gave way under her ministrations.
The wood sliding as if slick with oil to reveal the room behind it. The room was dark and empty. Rose frowned and stepped into the clearing- eyes darting around warily for something that could be lurking within its depths.
The light flaring toward the back of the room was what caught her attention, her curiosity now burning forced her feet to move without her consent and soon she found herself standing before the wall at the far back of the room, the surface illuminated by the steadily flickering light which had caused her to move.
It was a picture room-this much was clear now, the large wall was decorated with paintings and photographs, each canvas containing that of a different woman-staring regally back at Rose from the frame holding each one. Rose found her fingertips tracing each picture gently, tips sliding across some artwork which seemed, to Rose's eye perhaps hundreds of years old.
She couldn't help but wonder why this room was here, and why it was locked-if it only contained a bunch of pictures. She couldnt help the feeling of dissappointment which began to froth and bubble in her stomach as she stepped away from the collage on the wall, only to have her attention caught once more-by yet another flickering light behind a curtain situated in the corner of the room (Had that been there before?-Rose could have sworn it wasn't) The curtain looked almost as if it was blocking its way to another room.
The dissappointment ebbed away at that moment as Rose found herself walking with an excited bounce toward the crimson curtain, hands sighing against the silken material as she gently pushed it aside and stepped into the smaller room which had parted off from the main. This room was much the same as the other, except slightly more cramped. The walls instead of a homely ivory colour were glittering with what Rose could only think of as black-marble. Almost on cue the light in the room flared as it had done in the main expanse. The walls lit brightly causing the many pictures to shine proudly and jump out from the darkened background.
At once Rose felt as if she was staring back at atleast a hundred tiny mirrors, for each picture-contained an image of herself. Some shots completely random in their subject. Her eating breakfast, her sleeping, her smiling-tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth. Others were paintings, pictures created from some of the trips into the past The Doctor had taken her on. Each image perfect in a certain way, each snapshot-each pose different. Each one a memory, which as she looked, emblazoned the situation of how the image came to be-clearly in her mind.
However it was the center image which caught her attention to its fullest, for that was not only of her. In all actuality the picture was not of a body, or bodies at all. But a small close-up of two entwined hands. The sleeves the familiar material of the Doctors leather Jacket and the pinkish-red Hoodie Rose herself had worn on many an occasion.
Rose smiled.
It was the cracking yawn that ripped her attention from staring at the wall. She was finally feeling sleepy.