Fic: Mirror Images
Title: Mirror Images
Author: meself, fid_gin
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose ; Tenth Doctor II/Rose. A brief appearance by Eleven and Amy.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all hail the BBC
Summary: There is a mirror in the TARDIS with Rose Tyler's name on it.
Notes: Written for challenge 64 at then_theres_us, and won! Challenge was angsty with a fluffy, hopeful ending, and I think I did all right. Inspired by my husband, who surprised me a few weeks ago when I stepped out of the shower to see "I love you sweetie!" written in the mirror above the sink.
There is a mirror in the TARDIS with Rose Tyler's name on it.
If you were to take the second left under the third grand staircase, down seven doors, around the bend, past the library and atrium and go through the fifth door on your right, you would find the lavish bathroom which contains this mirror.
It was not Rose Tyler's bathroom; was, as a matter of fact, two doors down from the bathroom she favoured while she was still a passenger on this particular time vessel. He knew that when he wrote it, knew the odds of her finding it on her own were slim, yet there was always a chance. A chance he may have encouraged once or twice, asking if she wouldn't like to take a hot bath after some physically taxing adventure, and eventually earning a horrified stare and a pointed question as to whether or not he thought she smelled bad or something.
He'd written it secretively, feeling sneaky and clever and very young as he breathed hot against the cool glass, thinking as he did so “I give you air from my lungs” and smiling at the amusing antics of a man he'd once been. Then drawing one finger through the damp condensation, watching words he couldn't speak form in front of him, followed by her name. Her precious name.
One day, he'd thought, she'd find it on her own: step out from a hot shower and see herself reflected in “I love Rose Tyler”, and then she'd know. Or perhaps, he'd imagined back then, if the years marched on and she'd shown no sign of making the discovery, he'd lead her there himself. Perhaps that hot shower or bath would be taken together, and then it would be two pairs of eyes staring back from those lines and loops he'd placed there for her, and there would be nothing left to say or do but take her back to his bed and make it theirs.
But years have passed, through Daleks and metacrises and regeneration, companions coming and going and getting married, and after a time, the Doctor forgot it was there.
“Who's Rose Tyler?” Amy quips in clipped Scottish tones, her hair still swept up in a towel, her eyes mischievous and curious.
“I have no idea,” he answers, and if she thinks it odd later when he diligently scrubs every surface in the bathroom next to the room she now shares with her husband, she doesn't say.
*****
There is a mirror in his new universe with the Doctor's name on it.
If you were to take the first left in their tiny flat, down the hall and to the right, you would find the simply furnished bathroom which contains this mirror. It is Rose Tyler's bathroom and it's his, too, and it is from the long-anticipated shared shower he is stepping when he sees it.
“I love the Doctor.”
“Give a woman a TARDIS full of baths,” Rose says from behind him, emerging from the shower with skin pink and clean and shining with water droplets, “she'll find an excuse to try'n use each one at least once.”
If she thinks it odd later when he carefully returns the sentiment in the thin film of dust on their television screen, she doesn't say.
Author: meself, fid_gin
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose ; Tenth Doctor II/Rose. A brief appearance by Eleven and Amy.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all hail the BBC
Summary: There is a mirror in the TARDIS with Rose Tyler's name on it.
Notes: Written for challenge 64 at then_theres_us, and won! Challenge was angsty with a fluffy, hopeful ending, and I think I did all right. Inspired by my husband, who surprised me a few weeks ago when I stepped out of the shower to see "I love you sweetie!" written in the mirror above the sink.
There is a mirror in the TARDIS with Rose Tyler's name on it.
If you were to take the second left under the third grand staircase, down seven doors, around the bend, past the library and atrium and go through the fifth door on your right, you would find the lavish bathroom which contains this mirror.
It was not Rose Tyler's bathroom; was, as a matter of fact, two doors down from the bathroom she favoured while she was still a passenger on this particular time vessel. He knew that when he wrote it, knew the odds of her finding it on her own were slim, yet there was always a chance. A chance he may have encouraged once or twice, asking if she wouldn't like to take a hot bath after some physically taxing adventure, and eventually earning a horrified stare and a pointed question as to whether or not he thought she smelled bad or something.
He'd written it secretively, feeling sneaky and clever and very young as he breathed hot against the cool glass, thinking as he did so “I give you air from my lungs” and smiling at the amusing antics of a man he'd once been. Then drawing one finger through the damp condensation, watching words he couldn't speak form in front of him, followed by her name. Her precious name.
One day, he'd thought, she'd find it on her own: step out from a hot shower and see herself reflected in “I love Rose Tyler”, and then she'd know. Or perhaps, he'd imagined back then, if the years marched on and she'd shown no sign of making the discovery, he'd lead her there himself. Perhaps that hot shower or bath would be taken together, and then it would be two pairs of eyes staring back from those lines and loops he'd placed there for her, and there would be nothing left to say or do but take her back to his bed and make it theirs.
But years have passed, through Daleks and metacrises and regeneration, companions coming and going and getting married, and after a time, the Doctor forgot it was there.
“Who's Rose Tyler?” Amy quips in clipped Scottish tones, her hair still swept up in a towel, her eyes mischievous and curious.
“I have no idea,” he answers, and if she thinks it odd later when he diligently scrubs every surface in the bathroom next to the room she now shares with her husband, she doesn't say.
*****
There is a mirror in his new universe with the Doctor's name on it.
If you were to take the first left in their tiny flat, down the hall and to the right, you would find the simply furnished bathroom which contains this mirror. It is Rose Tyler's bathroom and it's his, too, and it is from the long-anticipated shared shower he is stepping when he sees it.
“I love the Doctor.”
“Give a woman a TARDIS full of baths,” Rose says from behind him, emerging from the shower with skin pink and clean and shining with water droplets, “she'll find an excuse to try'n use each one at least once.”
If she thinks it odd later when he carefully returns the sentiment in the thin film of dust on their television screen, she doesn't say.