Fic: Land in my Arms
Title: Land in my Arms
Author: country_who
Work Count: 808
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Angst, Darkish
Rating: Light PG-13
Warnings: A bit dark.
Summary: The first time she jumped she got the universe right, only to find the time was completely wrong…
Author's Note: Made for the doctor_rose_fix spring fix-a-thon, xsilverxlightx's photo prompt for Nine/S4 Rose.
The first time she jumped she got the universe right, only to find the time was completely wrong…
Still, it never would have worked out. The cannon had fired, yes, but it also left her lying in the middle of a downtown London alley way. Soaked through to the bone with a chilling rain, that ran straight down her spine and incited shivers to wrack her body uncontrollably.
It wasn’t the first time Rose Tyler had ever experienced fear, but it was the first time that she had been helpless to it.
No.
His face, a mass of brown hair that looked like it had seen a hurricane, and eyes too old for his boyish grin filled her mind.
“Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth.”
Never helpless.
Everything hurt, though. She had tried to deny it when she was crossing through hell itself, then she had no choice but to bite her way through it. Now, she had no way of denying it. It ate through her very being, in ever medium in her body-from bone to skin. A pain, like pins and needles-no not needles, that was an understatement-knives were more like it. Knives coated in hot tar severing each of her nerves individually.
With determination that shouldn’t have been possible, she pushed her hands out from underneath her, and tried to lift herself from the pavement, only to find herself plummeting back down to Earth. She never thought she would feel mournful to come into contact with her beloved home again.
She lay there for a moment, listening. The rain pounded unevenly, but there was a sound underneath it. Something steady, something unvarying that was growing in volume with every passing second.
At first, she could have sworn it was her own heart pounding, while her mind played tricks on her, but then she heard it.
Despite the deafening rain she picked out it immediately. A voice that came from one of those many planets with a North, but could still only belong to one person.
She could remember the way he said it, with the most affronted look on his face, as if he could even be associated with stupid apes.
It was then, that despite everything, Rose Tyler smiled, before trying to drag herself out of the way. She couldn’t let him see her, timelines were fragile things, and she was in enough of a predicament to have reapers breathing down her neck.
Slowly, with pain increasing with every breath she finally managed to drag herself onto her bloodied hands and knees and pushed herself to the side of the building. She managed to press herself against the wall, but not without a soft exclamation of pain finding its way from between her lips.
Immediately, the footsteps picked up and soon stopped by her side. She didn’t dare open her eyes until she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. It was a tentative touch, not one she tended to associate with those strong arms and hard cropped hair.
When she finally pried her eyes open, she was instantly hit by a battery of memories, all from a different life. A time when she was just a carefree teenager-a carefree teenager who had no idea what it meant to lose the man she loved more than anything.
“D-doc…” she tried, but he silenced her.
Without a word, he stripped himself of his jacket and placed it around her quivering shoulders. His shoulders were so broad that the jacket almost wrapped around her twice. His icy, blue eyes refused to meet hers; while, he lifted her into his arms, clad in only a jumper, and carried her away.
She didn’t protest. She only let her head loll to one side against his chest, as warmth began to radiate through her body. The familiar twin beating of his hearts sounded in her ears, with an unusual sense of urgency, but they were still there. It didn’t matter to her now that she was in the wrong time. This was right. This was where she was meant to be.
Wrapped in his arms.
xXx
“You can’t leave,” he protested, his voice uncharacteristically desperate.
“I’m not,” she said firmly, while she took his shoulder and turned him around, so she stood with her back to the door. She opened while she was still facing it, trying to not think of the forlorn look filling his face. She tried to remember the look on his face when she ran into the TARDIS-into her home.
She put her hand on the side of his face, feeling the rougher features for what she knew would be the last time. Placing one foot out of the ship she loved, she whispered words she knew would change both their lives.
“She loves time travel.”
Author: country_who
Work Count: 808
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Angst, Darkish
Rating: Light PG-13
Warnings: A bit dark.
Summary: The first time she jumped she got the universe right, only to find the time was completely wrong…
Author's Note: Made for the doctor_rose_fix spring fix-a-thon, xsilverxlightx's photo prompt for Nine/S4 Rose.
The first time she jumped she got the universe right, only to find the time was completely wrong…
Still, it never would have worked out. The cannon had fired, yes, but it also left her lying in the middle of a downtown London alley way. Soaked through to the bone with a chilling rain, that ran straight down her spine and incited shivers to wrack her body uncontrollably.
It wasn’t the first time Rose Tyler had ever experienced fear, but it was the first time that she had been helpless to it.
No.
His face, a mass of brown hair that looked like it had seen a hurricane, and eyes too old for his boyish grin filled her mind.
“Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth.”
Never helpless.
Everything hurt, though. She had tried to deny it when she was crossing through hell itself, then she had no choice but to bite her way through it. Now, she had no way of denying it. It ate through her very being, in ever medium in her body-from bone to skin. A pain, like pins and needles-no not needles, that was an understatement-knives were more like it. Knives coated in hot tar severing each of her nerves individually.
With determination that shouldn’t have been possible, she pushed her hands out from underneath her, and tried to lift herself from the pavement, only to find herself plummeting back down to Earth. She never thought she would feel mournful to come into contact with her beloved home again.
She lay there for a moment, listening. The rain pounded unevenly, but there was a sound underneath it. Something steady, something unvarying that was growing in volume with every passing second.
At first, she could have sworn it was her own heart pounding, while her mind played tricks on her, but then she heard it.
Despite the deafening rain she picked out it immediately. A voice that came from one of those many planets with a North, but could still only belong to one person.
She could remember the way he said it, with the most affronted look on his face, as if he could even be associated with stupid apes.
It was then, that despite everything, Rose Tyler smiled, before trying to drag herself out of the way. She couldn’t let him see her, timelines were fragile things, and she was in enough of a predicament to have reapers breathing down her neck.
Slowly, with pain increasing with every breath she finally managed to drag herself onto her bloodied hands and knees and pushed herself to the side of the building. She managed to press herself against the wall, but not without a soft exclamation of pain finding its way from between her lips.
Immediately, the footsteps picked up and soon stopped by her side. She didn’t dare open her eyes until she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. It was a tentative touch, not one she tended to associate with those strong arms and hard cropped hair.
When she finally pried her eyes open, she was instantly hit by a battery of memories, all from a different life. A time when she was just a carefree teenager-a carefree teenager who had no idea what it meant to lose the man she loved more than anything.
“D-doc…” she tried, but he silenced her.
Without a word, he stripped himself of his jacket and placed it around her quivering shoulders. His shoulders were so broad that the jacket almost wrapped around her twice. His icy, blue eyes refused to meet hers; while, he lifted her into his arms, clad in only a jumper, and carried her away.
She didn’t protest. She only let her head loll to one side against his chest, as warmth began to radiate through her body. The familiar twin beating of his hearts sounded in her ears, with an unusual sense of urgency, but they were still there. It didn’t matter to her now that she was in the wrong time. This was right. This was where she was meant to be.
Wrapped in his arms.
xXx
“You can’t leave,” he protested, his voice uncharacteristically desperate.
“I’m not,” she said firmly, while she took his shoulder and turned him around, so she stood with her back to the door. She opened while she was still facing it, trying to not think of the forlorn look filling his face. She tried to remember the look on his face when she ran into the TARDIS-into her home.
She put her hand on the side of his face, feeling the rougher features for what she knew would be the last time. Placing one foot out of the ship she loved, she whispered words she knew would change both their lives.
“She loves time travel.”