fic: not the last scene of the show
Title: Not The Last Scene of The Show
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose/The Doctor
Summary: He takes her hand suddenly, and whips them to their feet. "Dance with me?"
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for season 4, I guess. Mostly speculation.
Notes: for yourmanuscript. Happy birthday, I think you're lovely - just, FYI. (This isn't long, I know, but it's the thought that counts, right?)
Lying in the grass, his fingers brush lightly over her palm as she looks up at the night sky. There's the tinkling of piano keys in the near distance, possibly just over a fence or two, who knows. They're not really listening, after all.
"You'd think something like this wouldn't be so hard."
She looks over at him, her hair swirling about in the wind. She wants to say "It's always saying goodbye to you." But doesn't.
He turns to her, his eyes flicker with what can only be descirbed as sadness, but she's sure there's something else there. The air is cold on her skin, but she doesn't shiver.
"Doctor?"
He takes her hand suddenly, and whips them to their feet. "Dance with me?" twirling her up in his arms before she can answer.
His hand glides to the small of her back, warming her up a little. She leans into him, and she hears him hum to the distant music. If she didn't know better, this could be something.
After a moment, she speaks, "Why does it always take the world to end for you to dance with me?"
She tries to smile now, probably fails miserably. He rests his cheek against her head, closes his eyes and sighs.
She can feel him moving away from her, "Don't let me go."
The hand on her back pulls her tighter toward him, the other brushes a stray hair behind her ear, his thumb resting on her cheek.
An almost smile dances across his face.
"Please don't go," and it's him this time.
"Nowhere without you."
He breathes her in, and she's gone.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose/The Doctor
Summary: He takes her hand suddenly, and whips them to their feet. "Dance with me?"
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for season 4, I guess. Mostly speculation.
Notes: for yourmanuscript. Happy birthday, I think you're lovely - just, FYI. (This isn't long, I know, but it's the thought that counts, right?)
Lying in the grass, his fingers brush lightly over her palm as she looks up at the night sky. There's the tinkling of piano keys in the near distance, possibly just over a fence or two, who knows. They're not really listening, after all.
"You'd think something like this wouldn't be so hard."
She looks over at him, her hair swirling about in the wind. She wants to say "It's always saying goodbye to you." But doesn't.
He turns to her, his eyes flicker with what can only be descirbed as sadness, but she's sure there's something else there. The air is cold on her skin, but she doesn't shiver.
"Doctor?"
He takes her hand suddenly, and whips them to their feet. "Dance with me?" twirling her up in his arms before she can answer.
His hand glides to the small of her back, warming her up a little. She leans into him, and she hears him hum to the distant music. If she didn't know better, this could be something.
After a moment, she speaks, "Why does it always take the world to end for you to dance with me?"
She tries to smile now, probably fails miserably. He rests his cheek against her head, closes his eyes and sighs.
She can feel him moving away from her, "Don't let me go."
The hand on her back pulls her tighter toward him, the other brushes a stray hair behind her ear, his thumb resting on her cheek.
An almost smile dances across his face.
"Please don't go," and it's him this time.
"Nowhere without you."
He breathes her in, and she's gone.