Fic Commentary: No One Keeps A Secret
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I had a request for a commentary of No One Keeps A Secret, and here it is;
I can’t for the life of me remember what the original prompt for this was, but I’m aware that I strayed very, very far from it. I think it was something about Rose not thinking she was pretty. nipplemuggins might be able to clarify that one way or the other.
Rose examined her reflection in her bedroom mirror and frowned. She sighed. She was never normally this self-conscious, she had grown used to not looking her best and not caring, but here, at home with her friends who were all looking slim and beautiful, she felt suddenly out of place. Since she had begun her life with the Doctor they had grown and matured and become these perfect women and she’d been left behind, playing at adventures, like the tomboy in the playground.
Even though Rose does make some effort with her appearance, there’s far too much running for her life involved for her to bother making herself look perfect all the time and going back to her old life where her friends look great unsettled her a little bit.
She heard the bedroom door open but didn’t look up. Shareen had gone to borrow the mirror in Jackie’s room and Keisha was in the bathroom and she knew by now that they weren’t ones for knocking. She turned her head when she heard someone plonk themselves on the edge of her bed and turned to see the Doctor, smiling up at her. “Hello. You look nice.”
The Doctor’s compliments don’t actually stretch very far, but at least he’s making an effort.
Rose scoffed. “Sure I do.”
“You do.” He fiddled with the blanket on the end of her bed. “When will you be back?”
“I’m not sure.” She said, turning back to the mirror and smoothing her top out. She still wasn’t happy with the way her outfit looked, but she didn’t have time to get changed again. “Maybe three or four. It depends, really.”
“Are you sleeping here tonight?” he asked, obviously trying to sound nonchalant.
And obviously failing. The Doctor’s gotten used to having Rose around; he doesn’t want to have to entertain himself.
“Probably. Depends who pulls, I guess.”
The Doctor stood up. “Wait. You’re not going out to... to pull a bloke, are you? Because I’m available for pulling... all night.” He crossed the room and laid his hands on her hips.
He’s not so much insecure here, but more he’d rather Rose stayed in with him.
“No one’s going to try and pull me when I’m out with those two.” She told him, pushing his hands away nervously.
He ducked his head to kiss her softly, keeping her close to him when she tried to draw away. “You’ll be the most attractive woman in that entire club.”
She pushed on his shoulders lightly and moved away from him. “Don’t.” She said quietly. “Not here.” He looked disappointed and she offered him a small smile. “Mum will kill you, you shouldn’t even be in here.”
Rose is more worried about the Doctor getting a slap than what Jackie actually thinks; she doesn’t need to ask, she knows her mum won’t approve.
“No, you shouldn’t.” Shareen said with a grin as she walked across the room, shoes in hand. “Rose, can’t you be apart from him for more than ten minutes?”
“I was just leaving.” the Doctor said, sliding his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “I’ll, err, see you... whenever.”
Rose gave Shareen a sideways glance and then followed the Doctor to the door, gripping his arm softly as she reached up to whisper in his ear. “I’ll try and get to the TARDIS tonight, yeah?”
They are so unsubtle.
He nodded, holding back a smirk. “Have a good night.”
Rose turned back to Shareen as the Doctor left the room. She heard him call goodbye to Jackie and the front door close behind him. It was only then that Shareen raised her eyebrow.
“What?” Rose asked, hiding a smile.
“You are so shagging him!” She exclaimed.
Shareen knows Rose very well. Also, Ten and Rose? Fail at being secretive.
“Sssh!” Rose hissed, and closed her bedroom door. The last thing they needed was Jackie finding out there was something going on. There would be far too many questions and Rose wasn’t sure she knew the answer to most of them herself. No, it was better they kept this between them and no one else. She shook her head at Shareen. “I’m not. I told you, we’re just friends.”
“Yeah, yeah, and the rest.”
“What’s this?” Keisha asked as she came through the door.
“Rose and the Doctor. She reckons they’re not shagging but I’m sure they were about to go at it when I came in-”
“We were not!” Rose snapped, embarrassed. “Can you just hurry up and get ready?”
Rose doesn’t get embarrassed easily, but it’s all a bit sensitive (and they really weren’t!)
“Alright, keep your hair on.”
Rose sighed and sat on the end of the bed as her friends finished getting dressed up around her. She didn’t like being so snappy with them, especially when they hadn’t seen each other in so long, but she felt like her life with the Doctor, or at least some parts of it, were her own secret, not to be shared with anyone else in the universe. There were things she didn’t want anyone but her to know; the way his lips felt against her skin, the sound of his double heartbeat under her ear, the way it felt when he looked at her like there was no one else in his world.
“Are you, though, Rose?” Keisha asked, as she put her mobile into her handbag.
“What?” she asked, fiddling with the blanket the Doctor had been playing with earlier.
“Shagging your Doctor?”
Rose’s friends are very, very noisy.
“No.” she said, in a well practised tone that she had picked up from Jackie. She hoped it would convince them that this should be the end of it. Shareen and Keisha exchanged looks, but neither said another word as they left the flat. Rose called goodbye to Jackie and walked out of the flat and down the stairs to wait for their cab.
She glanced over to the TARDIS while they waited, wondering what the Doctor was doing with his night alone. He was probably up to his elbows in TARDIS repairs or something. He’d been neglecting them lately, something which he blamed entirely on her, although she knew for a fact that he didn’t need to spend the whole night lying in bed watching her sleep. She smiled to herself and decided to cheer up. There was no point being miserable about silly things; she didn’t need to be the best looking girl out, she already had her Prince Charming waiting at home, she didn’t need for her friends to believe she was single, what they thought wouldn’t change the way things were. She should just go out and enjoy herself. There was a time when she had lived for nights like these, after all.
When they arrived at the club they headed straight to the dance floor and it wasn’t long before they were being joined by a steady stream of men. Rose danced; she was happy to, it wasn’t doing anyone any harm and she enjoyed it. After her fourth or fifth dance she was warm enough that she needed a break, and a drink, and seconds after she arrived at the bar Shareen and Keisha were by her sides.
Shareen was smirking and Rose knew she was up to something. She gave her a look. Shareen gave her one back and smiled slyly. “Lots of talent in here tonight.” she said, still smirking.
“Mm, a bit.” Rose agreed. She had been enjoying the dancing, but hadn’t really focused all that much on the men. A small part of her wished that she had insisted the Doctor came along with them tonight, but she knew he would never dance and, even if he would have, spending so much time together was never good for anyone, especially not in a relationship like theirs. She ordered a drink from the barman and turned to see Keisha wearing a similar smile to Shareen’s. “What?”
“You up for a bit of fun tonight, Rose?”
Rose realised then what they were up to. They were expecting her to resist any attempts at pushing her towards a man and would use that as fuel in their campaign to get her to confess to her relationship with the Doctor. She knew her friends well enough to anticipate their plan of action, but she was sure they wouldn’t anticipate hers. “Yeah, why not?” She said, returning their grins.
Rose is game for a lot of things. As long as it’s just a bit of fun to wind up her mates, she’s happy to go with it.
She allowed them to point out men, to get drinks bought for her and to tell half the club that she was single and looking, but as the night wore on she tired of men with wandering hands and high body temperatures. She sighed, extricating herself from the latest man Keisha had pushed in her direction and moved over to the bar, ordering a double and hoping the others were distracted enough that she could be left alone for a while.
There was, of course, no such luck. Shareen tugged on her arm within seconds. “Hey, no slowing down. There’s a guy over there with the best-”
“No.” She pulled her arm away. “Not now, I’ve had enough. I might call it a night.”
“Stay.” Shareen insisted. “I thought you wanted to have some fun. We hardly ever see you and the second you visit you’re desperate to get back to that bloke you aren’t shagging. Mates before dates, remember?”
“I don’t want to sleep with some random bloke, I can’t be doing with it.”
“Because of your man back... wherever it is he’s staying?” Shareen asked, looking smug.
“No. Because I can’t be bothered with these idiots.”
“Better them now, are you?” Shareen asked. “You weren’t better than a bloke from the estate before you started swanning around with Mr Flash.”
Rose has got to a point where she thinks she’s better than the blokes from the estate, but that doesn’t mean she wants all of her friends to think that. She doesn’t want them to think she’s leaving them behind, but she loves the Doctor and doesn’t want to play this game any more.
Keisha appeared beside them. “What’s going on?”
“Rose has had enough, apparently. All idiots in here.” Shareen told her, a fierce look on her face.
Rose sighed. “It’s not that I think I’m too good for them, Shareen, it’s just that they-”
“Whatever, I’m going to dance. You can stay here and be boring if you want.”
With that she was gone, Keisha close behind. Rose ordered another drink and watched them from the bar. She wanted to go home, back to the TARDIS and the Doctor, but she was here to spend time with her friends and she couldn’t disappear just because they wanted her to lighten up a bit. She sighed.
With a few more drinks in her, she was feeling even more down. She had felt self-conscious about the way she looked before they had come and out. Now, every man in the club was looking at her friends and they hadn’t spoken to her in over half an hour. She pulled her phone out of her bag, checking her messages. There were none, and she wasn’t surprised. She was out with her friends, and the Doctor rarely remembered he had a phone, never mind used it.
She felt a hand on her arm and turned, irritated. “I don’t want to dance-” She stopped when she saw the Doctor smiling softly at her. “Oh. It’s you.”
“It is.” He grinned. “Try not to sound too pleased.”
“What’re you doing here?”
“Sorry, shall I go again?”
“No!” She smiled shyly. “No, don’t do that.” She reached up to adjust the front of his hair, which had been carefully arranged before he left the TARDIS, she was sure. “You look nice.”
Rose is glad to see the Doctor; she’d just been thinking about him and she doesn’t have the same fun without him. But she doesn’t need for him to know that.
“You do too.” He said, his hands migrating to her hips. “Most attractive woman in the club, just like I said.”
“Doctor.” She shook her head as she pulled back. “Stop it.” She was smiling though, and he pulled her into his arms for a brief hug.
“Are you okay? You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I’m fine, just isn’t as fun as I remember it being.” She fiddled with his jacket buttons, only slightly disappointed that he wasn’t wearing a tie.
wishiknewwho protested her disappointment at the lack of tie, too.
“That’s because you didn’t have me to dance with.” He winked. “Come on, show me how twenty first century humans do this.”
She laughed. “Really?”
“Really.” He held out his hand and she gripped it. He pulled her to him. “I want to see you happy.” He kissed her cheek softly and tugged her towards the dance floor, before shrugging at her and glancing about them. “Err, Rose...”
“What?” She asked, taking his hand in hers again as she saw girls noticing him.
“This isn’t dancing, this is, well, this is practically sex.”
He’s adorable, really, isn’t he?
She had to laugh. He might appear to be young and in tune with all of this, but deep down he was a nine hundred year old alien with quite a few hangs ups in his back pocket. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, after glancing around to make sure Keisha and Shareen hadn’t spotted them, brought his head down to hers for a quick kiss. He rested his hands on her hips as she drew back and she grinned. “Dance with me, Doctor.”
That line originally read as ‘Dance for me, Doctor’, but wishiknewwho pointed out it sounded like they were in a strip club so I changed it quite quickly. That’s a different story, I think.
It turned out the Doctor wasn’t the best dancer in the world, but Rose didn’t care, he was here and he was with her. After he’d attempted to move through three songs she led him away from the dance floor and over to the sofas in the corner. He slid along one, wrapping a protective arm around her as she sat down beside him. “I don’t like the way the men in here look at you.”
“Are you jealous?” She asked, planting a soft kiss on his jaw.
“Me? Of course not.” He tightened his grip slightly, pulling her closer. “I just think it’s a bit... well, you know.”
He is jealous, of course. Rose is his girl, after all.
“No.” She smirked. “You’ll have to enlighten me.” She was so focused on him and the idea that he was going all manly and possessive that she hadn’t noticed Keisha and Shareen coming towards them. They jumped apart as Shareen spoke.
“What’s he doing here?”
“I wanted to see Rose.” The Doctor said, moving further along the sofa so that the girls could sit down. “Do you know how boring it is sitting around on your own with nothing but repairs to do?” He looked at Rose. “I don’t know why I ever found that entertaining.”
They’ve got so used to each other that the things they found fun before; clubbing for Rose, TARDIS maintenance for the Doctor, just seem boring.
“Did you get some done, though?” she asked, reaching over to fiddle with his fingers. He winced in pain as she ran her thumb down his index finger. “What’s that?”
Rose is really not being very subtle here; but I don’t think she cares so much.
“Just a burn.”
“Did you decide to give up and come find me around the time you burnt yourself?” she asked, a smirk on her face. She brought his finger to her lips and kissed it softly. “These hands aren’t built for repairs.”
Even less subtle now, Rose.
“Nope. Built for holding yours.” he told her, and he demonstrated their purpose, taking her hand in hers. She smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Their hands fitted together perfectly these days, and his skin was much softer than it used to be.
“Why aren’t you two together?” Keisha asked, sipping her drink through a straw.
Rose felt suddenly defensive and gripped the Doctor’s hand tighter. “We...” she started, but the Doctor cut her off.
“Because Rose doesn’t find me sexually attractive.” he said, with a wink.
I got told off for this line because wishiknewwho was quite insistent that that was an obvious lie as everyone attracted to men finds DT sexually attractive. I have evidence to the contrary, however, strange though it may seem.
Rose laughed and turned to her friends. “Come on, let’s dance. Leave him to wallow in self-pity.”
“If you don’t want him Rose, I’ll have him.” Shareen said with a smirk. Rose bit back a laugh as Shareen reached over to grab his hand. “Come on, you’re dancing with me.”
The four of them stumbled out of the club when it closed, hours later. The Doctor kept one arm around Rose and the other around Keisha, who was barely standing. He steered Keisha carefully to the nearest wall and let her rest against it. Shareen came out behind them, giggling. There was a queue for taxis and Rose suggested they walk down towards the station and get a cab from there.
The Doctor gripped her hand as they made their way down the street, towards the station. Shareen and Keisha were propping each other up as they walked behind them. Rose was taken off guard when, halfway down the road, the Doctor tugged her into an alleyway.
“What’re you-”
“Sssh,” he pressed her against the wall softly, his lips finding hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue pushed past her lips, claiming hers. Her fingers made their way into his hair and his hands gripped at her hips, she savoured the moment, knowing it couldn’t last.
They have both been waiting for that all night. It was driving them insane.
It was Keisha’s voice that broke them apart. She shrieked, loudly. “Oh my God!” she squealed as they parted and wrapped Rose into an excited hug. “You are with him! You liar!” She was grinning though and Rose hugged her back, glancing over her shoulder where the Doctor was rubbing the back of his neck and looking at Shareen as though he thought she might be tempted to eat him alive.
She pulled away from Keisha’s overenthusiastic embrace and tugged the Doctor to her by his right hand. She reached up and kissed his cheek softly. “Come on, let’s go get a cab.”
He put an arm around her as they walked out of the alleyway and sent her an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled. “They probably won’t remember in the morning.”
They walked in silence to the station and it wasn’t until the cab reached the Powell Estate that anyone spoke. The Doctor helped each of the girls out of the taxi in turn, before turning to pay the driver. Rose, knowing he wouldn’t have any money, passed him the notes before he could so much as blink.
He kissed her goodnight as Keisha and Shareen swayed towards her building, and she gave him a long look. “You should pull me into alleyways more often, you know.” She told him, and then she was gone.
Insert eyebrow wiggling here.
When Rose woke up the next morning and wandered out into the kitchen the last thing she expected to see was the Doctor having tea with her mother. She smiled sleepily at him and crossed the room to sit beside him. “Hello.” She smiled.
“Hello. Goodnight last night?” he asked, sending her a wink.
“Oh, not too bad.” she said, smirking at him. “Danced with a few people, had a few drinks.”
He brought his tea to his lips. “Anyone special about?”
“Oh, not really. There was this one guy, he was quite sweet but couldn’t dance for toffee.” She tried to contain her laughter as the Doctor choked on his tea.
Poor Doctor.
He put the mug down and shook his head at her. “I’m sure he was a much better dance than you’re giving him credit for.” he said, glancing at Jackie out of the corner of his eye. He was about to continue their morning banter when Keisha appeared in the doorway.
She blinked at them blearily. “Ugh, anyone got any painkillers?”
“Morning!” the Doctor said, his voice unnecessarily loud.
Keisha scowled. “Why aren’t you hungover?” she questioned. “You were drunk enough to shove your tongue down Rose’s throat in that alley, your head should be pounding-”
The Doctor looked ready to duck under the table and hide as Jackie turned, rounding on him. “He did what?!”
And the Doctor gets to enjoy his least favourite sport; Jackie dodging.
Commentary request post - request! Go on! Any fic you like!
Original post of No One Keeps A Secret
I had a request for a commentary of No One Keeps A Secret, and here it is;
I can’t for the life of me remember what the original prompt for this was, but I’m aware that I strayed very, very far from it. I think it was something about Rose not thinking she was pretty. nipplemuggins might be able to clarify that one way or the other.
Rose examined her reflection in her bedroom mirror and frowned. She sighed. She was never normally this self-conscious, she had grown used to not looking her best and not caring, but here, at home with her friends who were all looking slim and beautiful, she felt suddenly out of place. Since she had begun her life with the Doctor they had grown and matured and become these perfect women and she’d been left behind, playing at adventures, like the tomboy in the playground.
Even though Rose does make some effort with her appearance, there’s far too much running for her life involved for her to bother making herself look perfect all the time and going back to her old life where her friends look great unsettled her a little bit.
She heard the bedroom door open but didn’t look up. Shareen had gone to borrow the mirror in Jackie’s room and Keisha was in the bathroom and she knew by now that they weren’t ones for knocking. She turned her head when she heard someone plonk themselves on the edge of her bed and turned to see the Doctor, smiling up at her. “Hello. You look nice.”
The Doctor’s compliments don’t actually stretch very far, but at least he’s making an effort.
Rose scoffed. “Sure I do.”
“You do.” He fiddled with the blanket on the end of her bed. “When will you be back?”
“I’m not sure.” She said, turning back to the mirror and smoothing her top out. She still wasn’t happy with the way her outfit looked, but she didn’t have time to get changed again. “Maybe three or four. It depends, really.”
“Are you sleeping here tonight?” he asked, obviously trying to sound nonchalant.
And obviously failing. The Doctor’s gotten used to having Rose around; he doesn’t want to have to entertain himself.
“Probably. Depends who pulls, I guess.”
The Doctor stood up. “Wait. You’re not going out to... to pull a bloke, are you? Because I’m available for pulling... all night.” He crossed the room and laid his hands on her hips.
He’s not so much insecure here, but more he’d rather Rose stayed in with him.
“No one’s going to try and pull me when I’m out with those two.” She told him, pushing his hands away nervously.
He ducked his head to kiss her softly, keeping her close to him when she tried to draw away. “You’ll be the most attractive woman in that entire club.”
She pushed on his shoulders lightly and moved away from him. “Don’t.” She said quietly. “Not here.” He looked disappointed and she offered him a small smile. “Mum will kill you, you shouldn’t even be in here.”
Rose is more worried about the Doctor getting a slap than what Jackie actually thinks; she doesn’t need to ask, she knows her mum won’t approve.
“No, you shouldn’t.” Shareen said with a grin as she walked across the room, shoes in hand. “Rose, can’t you be apart from him for more than ten minutes?”
“I was just leaving.” the Doctor said, sliding his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “I’ll, err, see you... whenever.”
Rose gave Shareen a sideways glance and then followed the Doctor to the door, gripping his arm softly as she reached up to whisper in his ear. “I’ll try and get to the TARDIS tonight, yeah?”
They are so unsubtle.
He nodded, holding back a smirk. “Have a good night.”
Rose turned back to Shareen as the Doctor left the room. She heard him call goodbye to Jackie and the front door close behind him. It was only then that Shareen raised her eyebrow.
“What?” Rose asked, hiding a smile.
“You are so shagging him!” She exclaimed.
Shareen knows Rose very well. Also, Ten and Rose? Fail at being secretive.
“Sssh!” Rose hissed, and closed her bedroom door. The last thing they needed was Jackie finding out there was something going on. There would be far too many questions and Rose wasn’t sure she knew the answer to most of them herself. No, it was better they kept this between them and no one else. She shook her head at Shareen. “I’m not. I told you, we’re just friends.”
“Yeah, yeah, and the rest.”
“What’s this?” Keisha asked as she came through the door.
“Rose and the Doctor. She reckons they’re not shagging but I’m sure they were about to go at it when I came in-”
“We were not!” Rose snapped, embarrassed. “Can you just hurry up and get ready?”
Rose doesn’t get embarrassed easily, but it’s all a bit sensitive (and they really weren’t!)
“Alright, keep your hair on.”
Rose sighed and sat on the end of the bed as her friends finished getting dressed up around her. She didn’t like being so snappy with them, especially when they hadn’t seen each other in so long, but she felt like her life with the Doctor, or at least some parts of it, were her own secret, not to be shared with anyone else in the universe. There were things she didn’t want anyone but her to know; the way his lips felt against her skin, the sound of his double heartbeat under her ear, the way it felt when he looked at her like there was no one else in his world.
“Are you, though, Rose?” Keisha asked, as she put her mobile into her handbag.
“What?” she asked, fiddling with the blanket the Doctor had been playing with earlier.
“Shagging your Doctor?”
Rose’s friends are very, very noisy.
“No.” she said, in a well practised tone that she had picked up from Jackie. She hoped it would convince them that this should be the end of it. Shareen and Keisha exchanged looks, but neither said another word as they left the flat. Rose called goodbye to Jackie and walked out of the flat and down the stairs to wait for their cab.
She glanced over to the TARDIS while they waited, wondering what the Doctor was doing with his night alone. He was probably up to his elbows in TARDIS repairs or something. He’d been neglecting them lately, something which he blamed entirely on her, although she knew for a fact that he didn’t need to spend the whole night lying in bed watching her sleep. She smiled to herself and decided to cheer up. There was no point being miserable about silly things; she didn’t need to be the best looking girl out, she already had her Prince Charming waiting at home, she didn’t need for her friends to believe she was single, what they thought wouldn’t change the way things were. She should just go out and enjoy herself. There was a time when she had lived for nights like these, after all.
When they arrived at the club they headed straight to the dance floor and it wasn’t long before they were being joined by a steady stream of men. Rose danced; she was happy to, it wasn’t doing anyone any harm and she enjoyed it. After her fourth or fifth dance she was warm enough that she needed a break, and a drink, and seconds after she arrived at the bar Shareen and Keisha were by her sides.
Shareen was smirking and Rose knew she was up to something. She gave her a look. Shareen gave her one back and smiled slyly. “Lots of talent in here tonight.” she said, still smirking.
“Mm, a bit.” Rose agreed. She had been enjoying the dancing, but hadn’t really focused all that much on the men. A small part of her wished that she had insisted the Doctor came along with them tonight, but she knew he would never dance and, even if he would have, spending so much time together was never good for anyone, especially not in a relationship like theirs. She ordered a drink from the barman and turned to see Keisha wearing a similar smile to Shareen’s. “What?”
“You up for a bit of fun tonight, Rose?”
Rose realised then what they were up to. They were expecting her to resist any attempts at pushing her towards a man and would use that as fuel in their campaign to get her to confess to her relationship with the Doctor. She knew her friends well enough to anticipate their plan of action, but she was sure they wouldn’t anticipate hers. “Yeah, why not?” She said, returning their grins.
Rose is game for a lot of things. As long as it’s just a bit of fun to wind up her mates, she’s happy to go with it.
She allowed them to point out men, to get drinks bought for her and to tell half the club that she was single and looking, but as the night wore on she tired of men with wandering hands and high body temperatures. She sighed, extricating herself from the latest man Keisha had pushed in her direction and moved over to the bar, ordering a double and hoping the others were distracted enough that she could be left alone for a while.
There was, of course, no such luck. Shareen tugged on her arm within seconds. “Hey, no slowing down. There’s a guy over there with the best-”
“No.” She pulled her arm away. “Not now, I’ve had enough. I might call it a night.”
“Stay.” Shareen insisted. “I thought you wanted to have some fun. We hardly ever see you and the second you visit you’re desperate to get back to that bloke you aren’t shagging. Mates before dates, remember?”
“I don’t want to sleep with some random bloke, I can’t be doing with it.”
“Because of your man back... wherever it is he’s staying?” Shareen asked, looking smug.
“No. Because I can’t be bothered with these idiots.”
“Better them now, are you?” Shareen asked. “You weren’t better than a bloke from the estate before you started swanning around with Mr Flash.”
Rose has got to a point where she thinks she’s better than the blokes from the estate, but that doesn’t mean she wants all of her friends to think that. She doesn’t want them to think she’s leaving them behind, but she loves the Doctor and doesn’t want to play this game any more.
Keisha appeared beside them. “What’s going on?”
“Rose has had enough, apparently. All idiots in here.” Shareen told her, a fierce look on her face.
Rose sighed. “It’s not that I think I’m too good for them, Shareen, it’s just that they-”
“Whatever, I’m going to dance. You can stay here and be boring if you want.”
With that she was gone, Keisha close behind. Rose ordered another drink and watched them from the bar. She wanted to go home, back to the TARDIS and the Doctor, but she was here to spend time with her friends and she couldn’t disappear just because they wanted her to lighten up a bit. She sighed.
With a few more drinks in her, she was feeling even more down. She had felt self-conscious about the way she looked before they had come and out. Now, every man in the club was looking at her friends and they hadn’t spoken to her in over half an hour. She pulled her phone out of her bag, checking her messages. There were none, and she wasn’t surprised. She was out with her friends, and the Doctor rarely remembered he had a phone, never mind used it.
She felt a hand on her arm and turned, irritated. “I don’t want to dance-” She stopped when she saw the Doctor smiling softly at her. “Oh. It’s you.”
“It is.” He grinned. “Try not to sound too pleased.”
“What’re you doing here?”
“Sorry, shall I go again?”
“No!” She smiled shyly. “No, don’t do that.” She reached up to adjust the front of his hair, which had been carefully arranged before he left the TARDIS, she was sure. “You look nice.”
Rose is glad to see the Doctor; she’d just been thinking about him and she doesn’t have the same fun without him. But she doesn’t need for him to know that.
“You do too.” He said, his hands migrating to her hips. “Most attractive woman in the club, just like I said.”
“Doctor.” She shook her head as she pulled back. “Stop it.” She was smiling though, and he pulled her into his arms for a brief hug.
“Are you okay? You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I’m fine, just isn’t as fun as I remember it being.” She fiddled with his jacket buttons, only slightly disappointed that he wasn’t wearing a tie.
wishiknewwho protested her disappointment at the lack of tie, too.
“That’s because you didn’t have me to dance with.” He winked. “Come on, show me how twenty first century humans do this.”
She laughed. “Really?”
“Really.” He held out his hand and she gripped it. He pulled her to him. “I want to see you happy.” He kissed her cheek softly and tugged her towards the dance floor, before shrugging at her and glancing about them. “Err, Rose...”
“What?” She asked, taking his hand in hers again as she saw girls noticing him.
“This isn’t dancing, this is, well, this is practically sex.”
He’s adorable, really, isn’t he?
She had to laugh. He might appear to be young and in tune with all of this, but deep down he was a nine hundred year old alien with quite a few hangs ups in his back pocket. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, after glancing around to make sure Keisha and Shareen hadn’t spotted them, brought his head down to hers for a quick kiss. He rested his hands on her hips as she drew back and she grinned. “Dance with me, Doctor.”
That line originally read as ‘Dance for me, Doctor’, but wishiknewwho pointed out it sounded like they were in a strip club so I changed it quite quickly. That’s a different story, I think.
It turned out the Doctor wasn’t the best dancer in the world, but Rose didn’t care, he was here and he was with her. After he’d attempted to move through three songs she led him away from the dance floor and over to the sofas in the corner. He slid along one, wrapping a protective arm around her as she sat down beside him. “I don’t like the way the men in here look at you.”
“Are you jealous?” She asked, planting a soft kiss on his jaw.
“Me? Of course not.” He tightened his grip slightly, pulling her closer. “I just think it’s a bit... well, you know.”
He is jealous, of course. Rose is his girl, after all.
“No.” She smirked. “You’ll have to enlighten me.” She was so focused on him and the idea that he was going all manly and possessive that she hadn’t noticed Keisha and Shareen coming towards them. They jumped apart as Shareen spoke.
“What’s he doing here?”
“I wanted to see Rose.” The Doctor said, moving further along the sofa so that the girls could sit down. “Do you know how boring it is sitting around on your own with nothing but repairs to do?” He looked at Rose. “I don’t know why I ever found that entertaining.”
They’ve got so used to each other that the things they found fun before; clubbing for Rose, TARDIS maintenance for the Doctor, just seem boring.
“Did you get some done, though?” she asked, reaching over to fiddle with his fingers. He winced in pain as she ran her thumb down his index finger. “What’s that?”
Rose is really not being very subtle here; but I don’t think she cares so much.
“Just a burn.”
“Did you decide to give up and come find me around the time you burnt yourself?” she asked, a smirk on her face. She brought his finger to her lips and kissed it softly. “These hands aren’t built for repairs.”
Even less subtle now, Rose.
“Nope. Built for holding yours.” he told her, and he demonstrated their purpose, taking her hand in hers. She smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Their hands fitted together perfectly these days, and his skin was much softer than it used to be.
“Why aren’t you two together?” Keisha asked, sipping her drink through a straw.
Rose felt suddenly defensive and gripped the Doctor’s hand tighter. “We...” she started, but the Doctor cut her off.
“Because Rose doesn’t find me sexually attractive.” he said, with a wink.
I got told off for this line because wishiknewwho was quite insistent that that was an obvious lie as everyone attracted to men finds DT sexually attractive. I have evidence to the contrary, however, strange though it may seem.
Rose laughed and turned to her friends. “Come on, let’s dance. Leave him to wallow in self-pity.”
“If you don’t want him Rose, I’ll have him.” Shareen said with a smirk. Rose bit back a laugh as Shareen reached over to grab his hand. “Come on, you’re dancing with me.”
The four of them stumbled out of the club when it closed, hours later. The Doctor kept one arm around Rose and the other around Keisha, who was barely standing. He steered Keisha carefully to the nearest wall and let her rest against it. Shareen came out behind them, giggling. There was a queue for taxis and Rose suggested they walk down towards the station and get a cab from there.
The Doctor gripped her hand as they made their way down the street, towards the station. Shareen and Keisha were propping each other up as they walked behind them. Rose was taken off guard when, halfway down the road, the Doctor tugged her into an alleyway.
“What’re you-”
“Sssh,” he pressed her against the wall softly, his lips finding hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue pushed past her lips, claiming hers. Her fingers made their way into his hair and his hands gripped at her hips, she savoured the moment, knowing it couldn’t last.
They have both been waiting for that all night. It was driving them insane.
It was Keisha’s voice that broke them apart. She shrieked, loudly. “Oh my God!” she squealed as they parted and wrapped Rose into an excited hug. “You are with him! You liar!” She was grinning though and Rose hugged her back, glancing over her shoulder where the Doctor was rubbing the back of his neck and looking at Shareen as though he thought she might be tempted to eat him alive.
She pulled away from Keisha’s overenthusiastic embrace and tugged the Doctor to her by his right hand. She reached up and kissed his cheek softly. “Come on, let’s go get a cab.”
He put an arm around her as they walked out of the alleyway and sent her an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled. “They probably won’t remember in the morning.”
They walked in silence to the station and it wasn’t until the cab reached the Powell Estate that anyone spoke. The Doctor helped each of the girls out of the taxi in turn, before turning to pay the driver. Rose, knowing he wouldn’t have any money, passed him the notes before he could so much as blink.
He kissed her goodnight as Keisha and Shareen swayed towards her building, and she gave him a long look. “You should pull me into alleyways more often, you know.” She told him, and then she was gone.
Insert eyebrow wiggling here.
When Rose woke up the next morning and wandered out into the kitchen the last thing she expected to see was the Doctor having tea with her mother. She smiled sleepily at him and crossed the room to sit beside him. “Hello.” She smiled.
“Hello. Goodnight last night?” he asked, sending her a wink.
“Oh, not too bad.” she said, smirking at him. “Danced with a few people, had a few drinks.”
He brought his tea to his lips. “Anyone special about?”
“Oh, not really. There was this one guy, he was quite sweet but couldn’t dance for toffee.” She tried to contain her laughter as the Doctor choked on his tea.
Poor Doctor.
He put the mug down and shook his head at her. “I’m sure he was a much better dance than you’re giving him credit for.” he said, glancing at Jackie out of the corner of his eye. He was about to continue their morning banter when Keisha appeared in the doorway.
She blinked at them blearily. “Ugh, anyone got any painkillers?”
“Morning!” the Doctor said, his voice unnecessarily loud.
Keisha scowled. “Why aren’t you hungover?” she questioned. “You were drunk enough to shove your tongue down Rose’s throat in that alley, your head should be pounding-”
The Doctor looked ready to duck under the table and hide as Jackie turned, rounding on him. “He did what?!”
And the Doctor gets to enjoy his least favourite sport; Jackie dodging.
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