DW Fic: The Human Experience (5/5)
Title: The Human Experience (5/5)
Author: irishlullaby
Beta: amyo67 & amberfocus
Rated: Adult
Pairing/Characters: Nine/Rose, Martha Jones
Summary: The Doctor, Rose, and their new friend Martha Jones have to hide in 1913 from the Family.
The rest of the series can be found: H E R E
banner by me :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Rose sank down into a steaming hot bath with a soft moan. She didn’t particularly have anything against 1913, but it couldn’t supply hot baths like the TARDIS could. They hadn’t been able to take advantage of that specific feature since she had been put on emergency power. So it had been the first thing she and Martha had insisted upon as soon as the Doctor returned from doing whatever he had done with the Family.
She had also missed the full thrum of the TARDIS’ hum. Maybe now she could get a decent night’s sleep.
Rose shook her head to clear the Doctor’s face from her mind--the look on his face when he had turned back into the Time Lord. Sadness and fury. Not a good combination for any species.
“You and Martha stay here,” he had said, his voice void of any emotion.
She had only seen him like that twice before. Once had been on Platform One when he let Cassandra dry out and combust. The second had been when they had come across a bossy bride who had been doused with Huon particles--Rose still wished she could get the screams of the Racnoss Queen out of her head.
If there was one thing Rose had learned in her travels with the Doctor, putting the planet or universe in danger was one thing he didn’t forgive lightly. He gave them a chance to change, and if they didn’t, there would be consequences. She didn’t want to imagine what he had done to the Family but a part of her was just moderately curious. Not curious enough to ask, however.
Rose closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the warmed bath tiles. Her ears pricked as she heard the door quietly open then shut. She heard the whisper of clothes coming off and the faint sound of bare feet padding across the floor. “You don’t have to sneak you know,” Rose murmured, opening her eyes to look at the Doctor.
He stared at her blankly for a long moment. “Should the bath be that hot in your condition?” he asked.
“Pardon?” Rose asked. It took a moment for her to realise what he was getting at as all he did was stare at the water. “Oh! Oh. Yeah. Martha just said that to get John Smith to get out of the dancehall. I’m not really…”
“Oh.” He looked down at his feet. “May I join you?”
Rose smiled faintly at first but then it turned into her usual full grin. “Nah, I’d rather you just stand there naked for me to ogle. Come on, you. There’s plenty of room.”
The Doctor returned her grin and walked up the two steps to the raised platform the bath was on. He hissed quietly as he eased his foot in, followed by the rest of himself. He settled at the other end of the bath and shifted her feet to either of his sides. Rose closed her eyes and relaxed again to the feel of his strong hands gently stroking her calves. “So you remember everything while you were John Smith?” she asked softly.
“Yes I do,” the Doctor replied.
Rose felt her face warm for a reason other than the heat of the bath. “About what I said,” Rose said shyly. “When I said…”
Her explanation was cut short when the Doctor slid to the middle of the bath and pulled her towards him by her knees. The water sloshed and splattered on the tiles outside. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, like he had no other plans in the universe other than exploring her mouth with his tongue and her body with his hands.
Putting her hands to his chest, Rose pushed back gently. “Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?” he murmured, his hungry eyes on her lips.
“In that journal,” she said. His attention immediately shifted to her as a person rather than Rose, object of his desire. “The faces. The different men… who were they, really?”
The Doctor drew in a slow breath. “They’re me. Who I have been,” he answered after only a moment of hesitation. “Except for one. The one with messy brown hair. I’ve never been him, but, I see him all the time when I dream. I don’t know if he’s who I’m going to be or someone I should have been.” He paused a moment before continuing. “It’s called regeneration. I change every cell in my body and retain all my memories--well, most of them. There’s always a few that slip. Bound to happen at my age.”
Rose’s eyebrows knitted together as she scowled. “You mean, you change your body? John Smith explained it that your personality changes. If you change, will you… will you still…?” She couldn’t say it.
“Will I still feel the same about you?” the Doctor asked gently, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. He opened his mouth to respond after she nodded but the words didn’t come out. Finally, after a few more false starts, he said, “I don’t know. The entire process is a bit dodgy. Could end up with anything. I could have two heads, no head. But, unless something happens to make me forget you completely, I can’t see how the next me or even any of the next me’s could ever stop loving you.”
“I…” Rose stopped once she realised what he had just said. “What did you say?”
A gentle smile appeared and the Doctor pulled her further up onto his thighs. “Sometimes it needs saying, Rose Tyler.” He shrugged indifferently but didn’t answer her question. “Even if it doesn’t feel adequate or you’re scared you’ll say it once and then become a broken record where that’s all that ever seems to come from your mouth because that’s the best you can come up with to express your feelings. I’ve brought down governments with six words, struck fear in to soulless creatures just by saying who and what I am. But the five scariest words, in the whole of space and time, that I’ll ever say are ‘Rose Tyler, I love you.’ Those five words are capable of so much more than you give them credit for, Rose.”
Rose grabbed the back of his neck and yanked his mouth against hers. It took him a moment to respond, but when he did, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly, pulling her flush against his body. His lithe fingers danced along her spine before gently grasping the ends of her hair.
Her head fell back as he carefully pulled her hair. His mouth slid down her jaw and neck. He nipped and sucked at her pulse point until Rose was certain there would be a mark there the next day. She would wear it with pride because the man she loved--the man who loved her--had put it there.
She just wished it hadn’t taken him turning human for the words that had gone unspoken for so long to come out. “Wait!” Rose exclaimed with realisation. She gave the Doctor a firm shove back and the look on his face was confused but still full of love. He looked at her questioningly. Rose grinned. “Love you too. No matter what face you’ve got. Though, I am a bit fond of this one so… try not to do anything that might make it change.”
The Doctor opened his mouth to speak then clamped his mouth shut. He grinned wickedly and kissed her.
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Martha hummed casually as she made her way towards the TARDIS kitchen. She finished a text to her brother then snapped her phone closed. Maybe she could talk to Rose about popping to their own time line and paying a visit to family. Perhaps she could even formally introduce herself to Rose’s mum.
She rounded the corner, walked into the kitchen, and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter.
The Doctor looked at her, eyes wide with shock and his face turning red. Martha quickly opened her phone and snapped a picture of him. “That one is so getting sent to Jack.”
Forgetting what she had gone to the kitchen to get, Martha ran back to her room. She tried hard to get the mental image of the Doctor wearing Rose’s silky pink dressing gown that barely reached his knees out of her head. As she plopped onto her bed, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard, Martha couldn’t help but think moments such as those made all the bad things worth it.
Author: irishlullaby
Beta: amyo67 & amberfocus
Rated: Adult
Pairing/Characters: Nine/Rose, Martha Jones
Summary: The Doctor, Rose, and their new friend Martha Jones have to hide in 1913 from the Family.
The rest of the series can be found: H E R E
banner by me :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Rose sank down into a steaming hot bath with a soft moan. She didn’t particularly have anything against 1913, but it couldn’t supply hot baths like the TARDIS could. They hadn’t been able to take advantage of that specific feature since she had been put on emergency power. So it had been the first thing she and Martha had insisted upon as soon as the Doctor returned from doing whatever he had done with the Family.
She had also missed the full thrum of the TARDIS’ hum. Maybe now she could get a decent night’s sleep.
Rose shook her head to clear the Doctor’s face from her mind--the look on his face when he had turned back into the Time Lord. Sadness and fury. Not a good combination for any species.
“You and Martha stay here,” he had said, his voice void of any emotion.
She had only seen him like that twice before. Once had been on Platform One when he let Cassandra dry out and combust. The second had been when they had come across a bossy bride who had been doused with Huon particles--Rose still wished she could get the screams of the Racnoss Queen out of her head.
If there was one thing Rose had learned in her travels with the Doctor, putting the planet or universe in danger was one thing he didn’t forgive lightly. He gave them a chance to change, and if they didn’t, there would be consequences. She didn’t want to imagine what he had done to the Family but a part of her was just moderately curious. Not curious enough to ask, however.
Rose closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the warmed bath tiles. Her ears pricked as she heard the door quietly open then shut. She heard the whisper of clothes coming off and the faint sound of bare feet padding across the floor. “You don’t have to sneak you know,” Rose murmured, opening her eyes to look at the Doctor.
He stared at her blankly for a long moment. “Should the bath be that hot in your condition?” he asked.
“Pardon?” Rose asked. It took a moment for her to realise what he was getting at as all he did was stare at the water. “Oh! Oh. Yeah. Martha just said that to get John Smith to get out of the dancehall. I’m not really…”
“Oh.” He looked down at his feet. “May I join you?”
Rose smiled faintly at first but then it turned into her usual full grin. “Nah, I’d rather you just stand there naked for me to ogle. Come on, you. There’s plenty of room.”
The Doctor returned her grin and walked up the two steps to the raised platform the bath was on. He hissed quietly as he eased his foot in, followed by the rest of himself. He settled at the other end of the bath and shifted her feet to either of his sides. Rose closed her eyes and relaxed again to the feel of his strong hands gently stroking her calves. “So you remember everything while you were John Smith?” she asked softly.
“Yes I do,” the Doctor replied.
Rose felt her face warm for a reason other than the heat of the bath. “About what I said,” Rose said shyly. “When I said…”
Her explanation was cut short when the Doctor slid to the middle of the bath and pulled her towards him by her knees. The water sloshed and splattered on the tiles outside. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, like he had no other plans in the universe other than exploring her mouth with his tongue and her body with his hands.
Putting her hands to his chest, Rose pushed back gently. “Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?” he murmured, his hungry eyes on her lips.
“In that journal,” she said. His attention immediately shifted to her as a person rather than Rose, object of his desire. “The faces. The different men… who were they, really?”
The Doctor drew in a slow breath. “They’re me. Who I have been,” he answered after only a moment of hesitation. “Except for one. The one with messy brown hair. I’ve never been him, but, I see him all the time when I dream. I don’t know if he’s who I’m going to be or someone I should have been.” He paused a moment before continuing. “It’s called regeneration. I change every cell in my body and retain all my memories--well, most of them. There’s always a few that slip. Bound to happen at my age.”
Rose’s eyebrows knitted together as she scowled. “You mean, you change your body? John Smith explained it that your personality changes. If you change, will you… will you still…?” She couldn’t say it.
“Will I still feel the same about you?” the Doctor asked gently, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. He opened his mouth to respond after she nodded but the words didn’t come out. Finally, after a few more false starts, he said, “I don’t know. The entire process is a bit dodgy. Could end up with anything. I could have two heads, no head. But, unless something happens to make me forget you completely, I can’t see how the next me or even any of the next me’s could ever stop loving you.”
“I…” Rose stopped once she realised what he had just said. “What did you say?”
A gentle smile appeared and the Doctor pulled her further up onto his thighs. “Sometimes it needs saying, Rose Tyler.” He shrugged indifferently but didn’t answer her question. “Even if it doesn’t feel adequate or you’re scared you’ll say it once and then become a broken record where that’s all that ever seems to come from your mouth because that’s the best you can come up with to express your feelings. I’ve brought down governments with six words, struck fear in to soulless creatures just by saying who and what I am. But the five scariest words, in the whole of space and time, that I’ll ever say are ‘Rose Tyler, I love you.’ Those five words are capable of so much more than you give them credit for, Rose.”
Rose grabbed the back of his neck and yanked his mouth against hers. It took him a moment to respond, but when he did, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly, pulling her flush against his body. His lithe fingers danced along her spine before gently grasping the ends of her hair.
Her head fell back as he carefully pulled her hair. His mouth slid down her jaw and neck. He nipped and sucked at her pulse point until Rose was certain there would be a mark there the next day. She would wear it with pride because the man she loved--the man who loved her--had put it there.
She just wished it hadn’t taken him turning human for the words that had gone unspoken for so long to come out. “Wait!” Rose exclaimed with realisation. She gave the Doctor a firm shove back and the look on his face was confused but still full of love. He looked at her questioningly. Rose grinned. “Love you too. No matter what face you’ve got. Though, I am a bit fond of this one so… try not to do anything that might make it change.”
The Doctor opened his mouth to speak then clamped his mouth shut. He grinned wickedly and kissed her.
#
Martha hummed casually as she made her way towards the TARDIS kitchen. She finished a text to her brother then snapped her phone closed. Maybe she could talk to Rose about popping to their own time line and paying a visit to family. Perhaps she could even formally introduce herself to Rose’s mum.
She rounded the corner, walked into the kitchen, and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter.
The Doctor looked at her, eyes wide with shock and his face turning red. Martha quickly opened her phone and snapped a picture of him. “That one is so getting sent to Jack.”
Forgetting what she had gone to the kitchen to get, Martha ran back to her room. She tried hard to get the mental image of the Doctor wearing Rose’s silky pink dressing gown that barely reached his knees out of her head. As she plopped onto her bed, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard, Martha couldn’t help but think moments such as those made all the bad things worth it.