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I need some good book recommendations. I like fantasy and adventure best. But new is best. I'm basically covered on 20th Century Earth mainstream Britain. Music too!

[What was the point of making that anonymous? Whatever, she tried.]

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[It's getting colder, which is Rose's favorite, so she's still running around the parks doing yoga, gymnastics, and trying to work off the neverending rage. But as she finally gets the chance to check out the University again, she stops by the Ponds' house, and bring tea and liquor.]

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[Rose is goofing off at the arcade, and having a generally good time until she dies in game, and swears and slaps it quite a bit unexpectedly.]

[Oops, hope no kids were watching.]

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"Oblivion Folder, the Battle for Barthis album." [Might be their only album, but shush.]

Amy opened the door, and almost slammed it in her face. But they had to talk, and as satisfying as that would be.... IT wouldn't actually solve anything. So she stepped aside and let her in, ticked.

She didn't know yet that Rory was gone, she just figured he left early for work....

That in stores around here?

"Ah..." Rose hesitated, and debated running away. "Yer mad."

"Very. Come in anyway. We need to talk."

"If it's not, I know that one of the leads is in town and willing to perform for crash space and food."

How the mighty fall. I'll see if I can get him some steadier gigs if he's really as good as you say.

What's the style?

Her spine tingles and she's never EVER actually walked into the spider or lion's den when she's this afraid, but very well, worst that can happen, Amy beats her ass or shoots her.

Rose follow along silently, not daring to look up and mumbles quietly behind her. "Sorry."

"He's the great Donovan Deegan. At least back home."

[A pause, a thought, then he added.]

"Rock ballads, mostly. Though you should hear Blue Angel."

Blue Angel?

She closed and locked the door, then gestured to the kitchen. "Not as sorry as you will be. Not as sorry as you should be."

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If Rose hadn't already had to text 11 earlier for help, she'd do it again right now. She wonders if he's nearby.

"Ah..."

River must have been way more hurt than Rose thought from their conversation. Because Rose suddenly realizes just how terrifying Jackie Tyler must be for the Doctor. Except Jackie just slapped and yelled. Amy used guns and guilt. For the first time in her entire life, Rose actually wanted to trade places with the Doctor.

"D-Don't bet on that," she shivered all the same.

She pointed to a kitchen chair. "Sit." she said, tersely. She ignored the tea and booze for the moment, though the booze at least, would be dealt with, shortly.

"Yeah. Ask him about why he wrote it sometime."

Oh Rose, does sit. No words still, just quiet and surprisingly fearful.

It's a bit like scaring the bejeezus out of the Doctor, Amy.

No wait, the Doctor's always terrified.

It's like scaring him past anger and wrath and straight into mild paralysis.

Hard to do if I don't know how to contact him.

Do you know the lore?

"I do."

[Swaps to video.]

"I am also tired of using the third person when I'm clearly talking about myself."

[Have a grey haired man, with a guitar and a VERY VERY pink jacket.]

She leaned on the table in front of her, her nose inches from Rose's hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain, highlighting that face and drawing attention to the anger there.

"You hurt my daughter. You hurt my best friend. And you used what I trusted you with to do it," she said with that deadly calm that came with rage.

Rose nodded quietly.

She hadn't wanted to hurt anyone. Especially not Amy. Not even the Doctor or River either, but at the time she hadn't cared. She'd just exploded. Shrapnel everywhere.

She wanted to cry again, but refused out of sheer stubbornness. She wasn't allowed. The least she could do was let her 'daughter' give her her punishment like a woman.

It was ironic, in a way. Rose's own overprotectiveness had gotten the best of her. Trying to protect the Doctor's friends from himself to protect him. There was too much of it running around.

But the explosion had happened, and the shrapnel yet lingered. Hopefully it could be yet removed.

Rose didn't say anything, just kept her jaw stubborn, and eyes fierce.

She wouldn't cry. Wouldn't flinch if slapped. Would let Amy do whatever she felt she needed to. They deserved it.

[LAUGHS! And waggles fingers.]

Hallo! So why'd you write Blue Angel?

Can ya give me a sample? Have you ever met the Doctor in sunglasses? He's a guitarist too, and Oblivion Folder sounds like his thing, even if he's such a solo diva. [Eyeroll!]

"So. We're going to take this in steps, yeah? First step." she collected the booze Rose had brought, opened it, and poured it down the drain, facing Rose as she did it. "Clearly we both need less of this. So until things are settled out? You're done drinking."

Amy herself had already cut back drastically since this. But they had been beyond drunk when they told each other too much. Or rather, when Amy told Rose too much. Despite Amy's issues keeping a secret, she hadn't told the Doctor what Rose had told him, ahdn't weaponized that trust. Rose? Had.

"Ah, he's a teacher for a class I'm sitting in on. Not quite sure what the subject is, so I guess you could say the subject is... up for debate."

[A grin.]

[Then the grin grows a little sadder.]

"We almost lost my son, he went off to fight to save not just our world, but all worlds. And in a fit of spite, his enemy threw him into the Elemecca. We would have lost him, forever. But a friend of his from another world, Klo Tarak, he appeared before us, told us what we needed to do, to save Dominic. We had to sit around, think of him, and give our strength and those memories into Klo. We thought it was for a summoning, and it was. We just didn't know it needed a swap. Klo Tarak, our blue skinned friend, he took my son's place, and let the universe's recycling center reduce him to atoms, so that Dominic would come home to us. He has always been our blue angel. And I hope whatever remained of him heard the song and knew how much he is loved and missed by the Deegans."

"Whatever," Rose responded darkly, reacting mostly like she would have to her Mum doing that, just barely holding back an eyeroll.

It's not being drunk that does anything to Rose, as she'd point making out with the Tie-Doctor while a gargoyle.

It's her god damn stupid flaming heart and burning emotions, and hell if she knew why the Doctor ever liked any of it, except at least he got smarter enough to learn to keep away from it. And that was for the best. Really.

"Didja mean it?" Rose growled, fists clenched. "Whatcha said about making someone immortal just for selfish reasons bein' better?"

Her nose flared and she snorted. Despite Amy's insistence, it was still troubling her. More than anything.

Not just that she'd made them forced to live, but live alone. Tortured without her. And what could she do about it? Almost nothing. She was trying to give it her all here, and it was too much. She tried to back off, and then what? Still too much?

She hadn't wanted to hurt River, hurt Amy. It was all so stupid and funny at the same time. She was mad that she'd thought people were going to get hurt. Were hurting. Overreacted. Why was it always too much too late?

Quantum Physics. He's sort of my ex-boyfriend, so I try to catch it too.

Huh. Wow. Good friend. [Soft grin.]

She put down the bottle and stalked over to her. "Not whatever, Rose. Not picking and choosing the parts of our conversations you want to hear, then using the rest of them to doubt me or hurt people. We're done with that. We're done with you asking me a dozen times if I meant something to act as a bandaid for your guilt. This is going to stop, and either you and I are going to fix this, or I am going to fix this and there won't be a you involved for a while, and I do not care if that makes the Doctor hate me, so do not think for a second you can use him as a weapon against me. I am not going to play games like that, are we understood?"

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