Fic: Dr Who, Her doctor, His Rose
So, for castleland Birthday Week, I wrote as a gift for ozfroggirl a small fic. Her request was for a fic, and I chose the Doctor Who Fandom; for this fandom her request was "Eleven please!".
So I gave in and wrote another Eleven/Rose piece. Ngl, I'm afraid the recipient of the gift won't be happy with it, that she had something else in mind, but I can't control my muse...
Title: Her Doctor, His Rose
Fandom/Pairing: Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, don't sue. I'm just guilty of loving Rose and The doctor way too much...
Wordcount: 415
He had thought he would never see her again, but then again, he was always thinking that. He had told himself that she was better off, ready to live her own life, something Sarah Jane had needed along time before finally doing. He would try and cheer himself up, thinking that a part of him, a version of him at least, was still there with her. He wanted her to be happy, did he wanted her to be happy...
And she seemed happy, he briefly thought, as he saw her punch "her" doctor on the arm. She was smiling. But wasn't she smiling at him too? She kept on giving him glances as she made her way too him, and he didn't know if the wide grin on her face was for him, or because his previous self was being brillant. (Because let's face it, even a part human version of him was bound to be brilliant).
She was almost standing in front of him, and suddenly he wondered if the protocol had changed between them, if he was still allowed to think of her as "his", to be with her the way he had always been. Was she even recognizing him? He suddenly wondered, petrified beyond words at that thought. For a moment, he hated his gangly body, and his big paws. Sure, he was younger than his previous incarnations, but it didn't always serve him right. What if she couldn't tell it was him?
Then why would she have made her way to him? What....
His thoughts were cut short when she threw herself in his arms, and he caught her gladly, holding her to his chest, his nose burried in her hair. He could see (himself? the other one?) the other Doctor behind her, and he recognized a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
"Doctor!" She said with delight.
"Rose," he said with a shake in his voice. "I wasn't sure..."
"I would recognize you?" she asked. "Don't be silly. The body may have changed, the essence is still the same. You're my doctor."
His heart swelled up in his chest.
"Now," she said with a smile, "come and greet yourself... David will be mighty pissed if I keep on throwing myself at you like he isn't there... Did you know you could be really possessive?" She asked with a smile.
He didn't answer, but he would have yelled yes if he had. He would always be damn possessive of his Rose.
If I wrote more fanfics, which seems ulikely since everybody and their mother seem to want graphics, i will post it/those in another post, hoping someone form my flist will be interested!
So I gave in and wrote another Eleven/Rose piece. Ngl, I'm afraid the recipient of the gift won't be happy with it, that she had something else in mind, but I can't control my muse...
Title: Her Doctor, His Rose
Fandom/Pairing: Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, don't sue. I'm just guilty of loving Rose and The doctor way too much...
Wordcount: 415
He had thought he would never see her again, but then again, he was always thinking that. He had told himself that she was better off, ready to live her own life, something Sarah Jane had needed along time before finally doing. He would try and cheer himself up, thinking that a part of him, a version of him at least, was still there with her. He wanted her to be happy, did he wanted her to be happy...
And she seemed happy, he briefly thought, as he saw her punch "her" doctor on the arm. She was smiling. But wasn't she smiling at him too? She kept on giving him glances as she made her way too him, and he didn't know if the wide grin on her face was for him, or because his previous self was being brillant. (Because let's face it, even a part human version of him was bound to be brilliant).
She was almost standing in front of him, and suddenly he wondered if the protocol had changed between them, if he was still allowed to think of her as "his", to be with her the way he had always been. Was she even recognizing him? He suddenly wondered, petrified beyond words at that thought. For a moment, he hated his gangly body, and his big paws. Sure, he was younger than his previous incarnations, but it didn't always serve him right. What if she couldn't tell it was him?
Then why would she have made her way to him? What....
His thoughts were cut short when she threw herself in his arms, and he caught her gladly, holding her to his chest, his nose burried in her hair. He could see (himself? the other one?) the other Doctor behind her, and he recognized a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
"Doctor!" She said with delight.
"Rose," he said with a shake in his voice. "I wasn't sure..."
"I would recognize you?" she asked. "Don't be silly. The body may have changed, the essence is still the same. You're my doctor."
His heart swelled up in his chest.
"Now," she said with a smile, "come and greet yourself... David will be mighty pissed if I keep on throwing myself at you like he isn't there... Did you know you could be really possessive?" She asked with a smile.
He didn't answer, but he would have yelled yes if he had. He would always be damn possessive of his Rose.
If I wrote more fanfics, which seems ulikely since everybody and their mother seem to want graphics, i will post it/those in another post, hoping someone form my flist will be interested!