Doctor Who Fic: The Spark
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Crossposted to time_and_chips
Title: The Spark
Pairing/Characters: Nine, Rose
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Rose
Summary: Rose's first night in the TARDIS
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Right then, where do I sleep?
That innocuous - yet wholly practical in a very Rose Tyler way - question had sent a jolt through him, but he'd taken care not to show it.
He'd walked her to her suite and showed her the rooms that would be hers for the duration of their time together. He'd not had a companion for a while, yet he'd spruced up this suite just recently, somehow knowing it was time. Being the last of his people left a yoke of loneliness slung around his neck that he'd come to accept as his burden. If there were anyone to tell he'd swear he never noticed it - which would be a lie - but sitting sprawled in a chair as she natters on about how she always said her mum's flat was no bigger than a box and now she's got a bigger flat inside a box, he feels lighter. Her laughter, her joy, her wonder is infectious and it bubbles up in him, expressing itself in an irrepressible grin he can't and won't stifle.
She wears out eventually, like her kind always does, and he sees her off to bed with a blithe promise of more adventure to come tomorrow.
She yawns and tells him she's had plenty for today thank you very much and before she can get to where she's going with whatever thought is flitting through her head she nods off, settling into the pillows like a child, safe and trusting, unafraid of the world - or worlds - outside her walls.
He can't seem to leave.
He sits on the edge of the bed and adjusts an errant strand of blond hair feeling a little spark go through him at the contact.
He'd felt it the first time he'd taken her hand. He'd only done it to prove a point, but the connection forged there had stayed with him.
He'd walked away then, sure he was doing the right thing.
But she'd come back into his life and he knew. Stupid as these silly apes were, there was a reason for his inordinate affection for them. Rose summed up so much of what was good in them: brave bordering on stupid, ripe for adventure, fiercely loyal and bound by some internal moral compass to do what was right, damn the cost.
Unable to resist, he slips his hand in hers, already a familiar feeling.
Even in her sleep her fingers close around his automatically.
They fit.
They belong.
Indulging himself a bit more than he should, he lies down on top of the bed beside her, content to watch her sleep and to hold her hand.
He'll go back to his own bed eventually, cursing it for its emptiness, but for now he has a companion.
More than that, he has what he'd been missing.
The spark of life.
<9>
Crossposted to time_and_chips
Title: The Spark
Pairing/Characters: Nine, Rose
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Rose
Summary: Rose's first night in the TARDIS
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Right then, where do I sleep?
That innocuous - yet wholly practical in a very Rose Tyler way - question had sent a jolt through him, but he'd taken care not to show it.
He'd walked her to her suite and showed her the rooms that would be hers for the duration of their time together. He'd not had a companion for a while, yet he'd spruced up this suite just recently, somehow knowing it was time. Being the last of his people left a yoke of loneliness slung around his neck that he'd come to accept as his burden. If there were anyone to tell he'd swear he never noticed it - which would be a lie - but sitting sprawled in a chair as she natters on about how she always said her mum's flat was no bigger than a box and now she's got a bigger flat inside a box, he feels lighter. Her laughter, her joy, her wonder is infectious and it bubbles up in him, expressing itself in an irrepressible grin he can't and won't stifle.
She wears out eventually, like her kind always does, and he sees her off to bed with a blithe promise of more adventure to come tomorrow.
She yawns and tells him she's had plenty for today thank you very much and before she can get to where she's going with whatever thought is flitting through her head she nods off, settling into the pillows like a child, safe and trusting, unafraid of the world - or worlds - outside her walls.
He can't seem to leave.
He sits on the edge of the bed and adjusts an errant strand of blond hair feeling a little spark go through him at the contact.
He'd felt it the first time he'd taken her hand. He'd only done it to prove a point, but the connection forged there had stayed with him.
He'd walked away then, sure he was doing the right thing.
But she'd come back into his life and he knew. Stupid as these silly apes were, there was a reason for his inordinate affection for them. Rose summed up so much of what was good in them: brave bordering on stupid, ripe for adventure, fiercely loyal and bound by some internal moral compass to do what was right, damn the cost.
Unable to resist, he slips his hand in hers, already a familiar feeling.
Even in her sleep her fingers close around his automatically.
They fit.
They belong.
Indulging himself a bit more than he should, he lies down on top of the bed beside her, content to watch her sleep and to hold her hand.
He'll go back to his own bed eventually, cursing it for its emptiness, but for now he has a companion.
More than that, he has what he'd been missing.
The spark of life.
<9>