fic: The Crafting Room

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Title: The Crafting Room
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Length: ~6k
Genre: Uhhh... two parts fluff, one part angst. (Surprise!)
Summary: Rose gets a glimpse of what the Doctor does while she's asleep.
Author's note: Written for stoprobbers for the TARDIS ficathon approximately nine billion years late. Kudos to goldy_dollar for looking it over despite the shocking lack of

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the Doctor was perched on a stool like an oversized cockatoo

You could just resist, could you?

“I’m a Time Lord, I time everything,”

d i r t y

If seeing Gallifrey those months ago had torn the stitches from a fresh wound, this was open heart surgery without anesthetic.

i love this analogy. love it. love it. love it.

Still just an image, he thought, his own words echoing back at him with painful clarity.

No touch

ouch.

I'm so glad you finally posted this, and I'm even more glad that it meant that I finally got to read the not-depressing-at-all coda! No seriously, I think you more than captured s3 Ten, with the slight edge that is more TRB/S&J with more of the obvious grief, than say how he is at the end of s3. It's definitely still an open wound in the beginning and I think you conveyed that very well here. He's resigned himself to his life of misery, but can't quite hide it as well as he does in the future? Anyway, it definitely worked for me.

Can't wait to read future fic of yours! ;)

And hey! This didn't even have to do with cloen's sideburns or the coat. I was beginning to think you were really weird for always writing about those things.

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Ten is just very birdlike. People usually compare him to a rodent but he looks way more like a bird.

I think you more than captured s3 Ten, with the slight edge that is more TRB/S&J with more of the obvious grief, than say how he is at the end of s3.

Yeah, I think in early s3 especially he's very raw with grief but also still totally "It's cool it's cool I'm fine I'm fine nbd" which is sort of an interesting but fine line to walk -- like I think on some level he knows he's a hot mess but he also figures if he just ignores it it will go away. Which, uh, as we know clearly doesn't work and instead just ends up sabotaging his friendship with Martha. (Sorry Martha.)