Fic: Distantly in Love
Title: Distantly in Love
Author: Gillian Taylor (dark_aegis) & NNWest (nnwest)
Rating: R
Characters: Doctor9/Jack/Rose
Summary: He said it was supposed to be just a tropical holiday. He lied.
Spoilers: None really.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. We just like playing with them...a lot.
Archive: Sure, just let us know.
A/N: We're not quite sure where this came from, well, actually Gillian knows where (she blames it on one too many margaritas). Given that we've beta'd each other's stuff for a while (and know each other in RL), we figured it was about time we wrote something together. This is the result. Lots of shippiness, adventure, danger, and frozen concoctions follow. No margaritas were harmed in the writing of this fic. Warning - this is a long story and still in progress. Probably a new chapter every couple of days.
A/N 2: Sorry for the short chapter lengths. *sheepish grin* At least it allows us to maintain a good update rate.
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Rose woke, taking a moment to remember where she was. 'Oh right, the Doctor's room,' she thought as she stretched and rubbed her eyes. She was always amazed how much better her outlook was when she woke up here. She'd quite forgotten the previous night's grudge against Jack and her fears over the Doctor's behaviour.
The sound of a throat being cleared startled her. Looking around, she saw the Doctor perched on the arm of an overstuffed chair. Rose was surprised. Usually, he was up and dressed and off tinkering in the console room long before she ever got up. To find him still here and still dressed in the loose grey trousers he wore to bed was a bit of a shock.
"Morning," she said, her worry rising again. "Didn't expect you to still be here. Is something wrong?"
"I'm afraid there is. I don't know who you are." He looked lost and she was reminded of the previous night's bewildering exchange.
"Doctor?" Rose's voice was close to panic.
Not seeming to have heard her, he continued, "I don't know who I am."
"You're scaring me."
He sighed. "I'm scaring myself." He shook himself and looked at her. "I'm a doctor, am I?"
She stared at him dumbly for a second. How could she explain to him that he was not just 'a doctor', he was The Doctor. Definite article, capital letter. She scampered out of the bed and crossed to stand before him, close, but not touching.
"Sort of. You're *the* Doctor. An' don't give me that look because I've asked and that's all you'll ever tell me." She searched his eyes and saw only confusion. "I- I'm Rose. You really don't remember me?"
The Doctor shook his head sadly. "I wish I did. We must be very close? I woke up in your bed." He smiled cautiously.
"Your bed," she corrected absently. "This is your room."
"It is?"
She held her hands up. "Listen, stay right here. I'm going to find Jack. He'll know what to do. I'll be right back." At his nod, she fled down the corridor to Jack's door. She pounded hard and waited for a split second. Steeling herself for what or who she might see, she threw open the door. No Jack. Where could he be?
She tried the kitchen and console room with no luck. She came to the conclusion that he hadn't come home last night. They were in a tropical paradise, of course he hadn't been back to the TARDIS.
Dashing to her room Rose dug in the pile of yesterday's clothes and came up with her mobile phone. She called Jack's number and started back towards the Doctor's room while it rang.
"Yeah," came Jack's sleep tinged voice. She could almost imagine him bleary eyed, his dark hair tousled.
"Jack! Where are you?" Rose could hear a muffled conference on the other end of the line, presumably Jack finding out where he had spent the night. "Look, never mind. Just get back to the TARDIS quick," she ordered, her voice shaking.
"Rose, what's wrong?"
"The Doctor's lost his memory. He doesn't remember me." Rose hadn't realised how close she was to tears until the fat drops started sliding down her cheeks.
"What?! How'd that happen?"
"I don't know. He just woke up and didn't know who he was. Just get here, okay?"
"Rose, honey, I'm on my way. It's going to be okay. While you're waiting, get him to the med bay and start a full scan - just like I showed you. Remember?"
"Mmhmmm."
"Good girl." Rose could hear the comforting smile in his voice. "Be there soon."
She hit the disconnect key and leaned heavily against the wall just outside the Doctor's room. Sighing, she pushed away her tears and braced herself to face the Doctor again.
Tugging open the door, Rose found him rooting through the wardrobe. He'd traded his sleepwear for a pair of dark jeans, his chest and feet still bare. Rose felt her self blush slightly, even though he wore no more or less that he had in bed. In her haste she hadn't thought about knocking. If she'd been a few moments earlier, who knew what she would have seen but her imagination could fill in the blanks.
"Jack's on his way," she said partly to cover her embarrassment. "He thinks we should start a medical scan right away."
"Good idea." The Doctor crossed to Rose and stepped into the corridor. After a glance in each direction, he looked to her, a lost expression on his face. "You'll have to lead the way," he said sheepishly.
Entwining her fingers in his, she lead him to the medical bay.
xposted everywhere: dark_aegis, nnwest, time_and_chips, better_with_3, dwfiction, galactic_conman
Author: Gillian Taylor (dark_aegis) & NNWest (nnwest)
Rating: R
Characters: Doctor9/Jack/Rose
Summary: He said it was supposed to be just a tropical holiday. He lied.
Spoilers: None really.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. We just like playing with them...a lot.
Archive: Sure, just let us know.
A/N: We're not quite sure where this came from, well, actually Gillian knows where (she blames it on one too many margaritas). Given that we've beta'd each other's stuff for a while (and know each other in RL), we figured it was about time we wrote something together. This is the result. Lots of shippiness, adventure, danger, and frozen concoctions follow. No margaritas were harmed in the writing of this fic. Warning - this is a long story and still in progress. Probably a new chapter every couple of days.
A/N 2: Sorry for the short chapter lengths. *sheepish grin* At least it allows us to maintain a good update rate.
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Rose woke, taking a moment to remember where she was. 'Oh right, the Doctor's room,' she thought as she stretched and rubbed her eyes. She was always amazed how much better her outlook was when she woke up here. She'd quite forgotten the previous night's grudge against Jack and her fears over the Doctor's behaviour.
The sound of a throat being cleared startled her. Looking around, she saw the Doctor perched on the arm of an overstuffed chair. Rose was surprised. Usually, he was up and dressed and off tinkering in the console room long before she ever got up. To find him still here and still dressed in the loose grey trousers he wore to bed was a bit of a shock.
"Morning," she said, her worry rising again. "Didn't expect you to still be here. Is something wrong?"
"I'm afraid there is. I don't know who you are." He looked lost and she was reminded of the previous night's bewildering exchange.
"Doctor?" Rose's voice was close to panic.
Not seeming to have heard her, he continued, "I don't know who I am."
"You're scaring me."
He sighed. "I'm scaring myself." He shook himself and looked at her. "I'm a doctor, am I?"
She stared at him dumbly for a second. How could she explain to him that he was not just 'a doctor', he was The Doctor. Definite article, capital letter. She scampered out of the bed and crossed to stand before him, close, but not touching.
"Sort of. You're *the* Doctor. An' don't give me that look because I've asked and that's all you'll ever tell me." She searched his eyes and saw only confusion. "I- I'm Rose. You really don't remember me?"
The Doctor shook his head sadly. "I wish I did. We must be very close? I woke up in your bed." He smiled cautiously.
"Your bed," she corrected absently. "This is your room."
"It is?"
She held her hands up. "Listen, stay right here. I'm going to find Jack. He'll know what to do. I'll be right back." At his nod, she fled down the corridor to Jack's door. She pounded hard and waited for a split second. Steeling herself for what or who she might see, she threw open the door. No Jack. Where could he be?
She tried the kitchen and console room with no luck. She came to the conclusion that he hadn't come home last night. They were in a tropical paradise, of course he hadn't been back to the TARDIS.
Dashing to her room Rose dug in the pile of yesterday's clothes and came up with her mobile phone. She called Jack's number and started back towards the Doctor's room while it rang.
"Yeah," came Jack's sleep tinged voice. She could almost imagine him bleary eyed, his dark hair tousled.
"Jack! Where are you?" Rose could hear a muffled conference on the other end of the line, presumably Jack finding out where he had spent the night. "Look, never mind. Just get back to the TARDIS quick," she ordered, her voice shaking.
"Rose, what's wrong?"
"The Doctor's lost his memory. He doesn't remember me." Rose hadn't realised how close she was to tears until the fat drops started sliding down her cheeks.
"What?! How'd that happen?"
"I don't know. He just woke up and didn't know who he was. Just get here, okay?"
"Rose, honey, I'm on my way. It's going to be okay. While you're waiting, get him to the med bay and start a full scan - just like I showed you. Remember?"
"Mmhmmm."
"Good girl." Rose could hear the comforting smile in his voice. "Be there soon."
She hit the disconnect key and leaned heavily against the wall just outside the Doctor's room. Sighing, she pushed away her tears and braced herself to face the Doctor again.
Tugging open the door, Rose found him rooting through the wardrobe. He'd traded his sleepwear for a pair of dark jeans, his chest and feet still bare. Rose felt her self blush slightly, even though he wore no more or less that he had in bed. In her haste she hadn't thought about knocking. If she'd been a few moments earlier, who knew what she would have seen but her imagination could fill in the blanks.
"Jack's on his way," she said partly to cover her embarrassment. "He thinks we should start a medical scan right away."
"Good idea." The Doctor crossed to Rose and stepped into the corridor. After a glance in each direction, he looked to her, a lost expression on his face. "You'll have to lead the way," he said sheepishly.
Entwining her fingers in his, she lead him to the medical bay.
xposted everywhere: dark_aegis, nnwest, time_and_chips, better_with_3, dwfiction, galactic_conman