FIC: That Happy Ending
Title: That Happy Ending
Author: honkydory01
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor resonates concrete. Again.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I have no Doctor Who. The BBC does, however, so I ask very nicely to borrow it every now and then.
Spoilers: Seen Doomsday? You're good.
Author's Notes: Based on No. 12 from the April Picture Prompt Table
He’d chosen his place rather well - out of the way, somewhere you’d just walk past without a thought. It was in a remote area of the castle, a small veranda leading on the lush gardens.
But his Rose knew better than that.
So, he wasn’t surprised when he heard heeled footsteps approach, at first quickly, but then slowing to a walk.
“What you doing?”
The Doctor paused.
“Resonating concrete,” he replied in a small voice.
“Is that the line you use on all the girls?” He could recognise the smile in her voice.
He looked at the sonic screwdriver in his hand, and cursed his boredom. Resonating concrete, as if it wasn’t stupid enough the first time! he thought.
Pocketing the gadget, the Doctor laughed. He turned to face her.
For the first time in his life (well, this life) he was rendered speechless.
She looked down, suddenly bashful, and murmured “Have I got something on my dress?”
Almost coming to his senses, the Doctor swallowed. “No, no, nononono, it’s just that…” A mystified look entered his eyes.
“You look beautiful.” was all he could manage.
Rose’s smile returned. “Don’t look too bad yourself, though Mum’ll kill you if you don’t do your tie properly.”
The mere mention of Jackie made the Doctor panic, and he hurriedly tried to fasten the top button of his dress shirt. He struggled with it, feeling very constricted, and hoped Rose hadn’t heard him mutter “… worse than Donna.”
When he looked up, he was greeted with a nervous smile from Rose.
Neither could quite figure out what to say.
He rubbed his neck, which was a bit difficult considering his back was against the stone wall, and thought of his next words.
“Aren’t you supposed to be avoiding me?”
Rose let a small laugh loose, her smile changing to a more familiar shade. He’d missed those smiles so much - to see one again, let alone have the bearer standing less than a foot from him, was a feeling he would never take for granted again.
Taking his hand, Rose raised an eyebrow. “I’m jeopardy friendly, remember. I’d attract bad luck even if I wore a dress of horse shoes and stood in a field of four leaf clovers.”
The Doctor feigned disappointment. “Oh, but Rose,” he replied, sliding his free hand over the silk bodice and down to her waist, “I like this dress so much better.” He pulled her close to him. “Besides,” he continued, his fingers now tracing circles on the small of her back, “horse shoes aren’t really lucky. And neither are four leaf clovers, come to think of it, but they are rather useful as leprechaun repellent - those nasty green buggers can’t stand the stuff…”
He looked up, and it became obvious that his efforts to change the subject had failed. Her eyes told the whole story. The Doctor dropped her hand. “Oh, Rose,” he said, his voice wounded.
“You don’t have to, Doctor.” she whispered, straightening out his coat lapels. “Not if you don’t want to.”
Only once since their reunion had the Doctor heard her so vulnerable.
“No, Rose, really,” he said, clasping her hands and brushing a kiss across the knuckles of both. “Nothing would make me happier than to be here with you today. I mean that in all seriousness.”
Rose looked doubtful.
“’Sjust that I, well, I’m not…”
He was at a loss for words. Again.
The Doctor let out a sigh.
“I’m not very good at this, Rose.”
The doubt in her face changed to confusion.
“Family. I’m no good at it.”
She tightened her grip on his hand a little, and said “ How can you be bad at family?”
“I’m 904, Rose. I’ve been apart of families before. And every time, Rose, every time.” His voice was no more than a whisper now. “I’ve ended up hurting them. Running away from them. Killing them. And your family, Rose, they, they saved me. And even then, I banished them to a parallel world! I just don’t want to… I can’t…”
Rose placed a hand on his cheek, and looked him in the eye. “Oh, Doctor.” Her voice was comforting. “You don’t understand - my family can be, rude, maybe, and God knows Mum and Dad’ll have you for dinner if Mickey or Jack let slip that you ran off,”
The Doctor couldn’t help but snort at this.
Rose fixed him with a look, before continuing.
“But really, the only way you could ever really hurt them would be if you hurt me. And I know that you’d never do that. Not in a million years, or whatever timezone we happen to be in.”
“How do you know, though? Because, Rose, you don’t know what kind of a man I’ve become. I’m not the same man I was when we were last together. Do you know that I’ll never do something so bad that it will make you hate me?”
Drawing her face a little closer to his, she answered. “Yeah, I do. I don’t know how much you’ve changed since I’ve been gone. But,” the Doctor saw a smile start to creep across her features. “I know you’re rude and not ginger, sexy as hell, have a fascination with bananas, grown to love second chances, certainly got a gob and, most importantly,” her face was millimeters from his now.
“I know you love me, possibly almost as much as I love you. And that, really, is all I need to know.”
The Doctor didn’t need any more encouragement than that - he tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers, softly at first, but quickly deepening the kiss. He brought his arms around her waist, and Rose moved her hand from his cheek into his hair, pulling him closer. They stood there, enjoying the slow kiss for a moment, before Rose pulled away, her arms now wrapped around his neck.
“So, what do you say?” the smile on her face brighter than the white dress she wore. “Wanna get married?”
Dipping in for another quick kiss, the Doctor smiled.
“I do.”
Author: honkydory01
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor resonates concrete. Again.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I have no Doctor Who. The BBC does, however, so I ask very nicely to borrow it every now and then.
Spoilers: Seen Doomsday? You're good.
Author's Notes: Based on No. 12 from the April Picture Prompt Table
He’d chosen his place rather well - out of the way, somewhere you’d just walk past without a thought. It was in a remote area of the castle, a small veranda leading on the lush gardens.
But his Rose knew better than that.
So, he wasn’t surprised when he heard heeled footsteps approach, at first quickly, but then slowing to a walk.
“What you doing?”
The Doctor paused.
“Resonating concrete,” he replied in a small voice.
“Is that the line you use on all the girls?” He could recognise the smile in her voice.
He looked at the sonic screwdriver in his hand, and cursed his boredom. Resonating concrete, as if it wasn’t stupid enough the first time! he thought.
Pocketing the gadget, the Doctor laughed. He turned to face her.
For the first time in his life (well, this life) he was rendered speechless.
She looked down, suddenly bashful, and murmured “Have I got something on my dress?”
Almost coming to his senses, the Doctor swallowed. “No, no, nononono, it’s just that…” A mystified look entered his eyes.
“You look beautiful.” was all he could manage.
Rose’s smile returned. “Don’t look too bad yourself, though Mum’ll kill you if you don’t do your tie properly.”
The mere mention of Jackie made the Doctor panic, and he hurriedly tried to fasten the top button of his dress shirt. He struggled with it, feeling very constricted, and hoped Rose hadn’t heard him mutter “… worse than Donna.”
When he looked up, he was greeted with a nervous smile from Rose.
Neither could quite figure out what to say.
He rubbed his neck, which was a bit difficult considering his back was against the stone wall, and thought of his next words.
“Aren’t you supposed to be avoiding me?”
Rose let a small laugh loose, her smile changing to a more familiar shade. He’d missed those smiles so much - to see one again, let alone have the bearer standing less than a foot from him, was a feeling he would never take for granted again.
Taking his hand, Rose raised an eyebrow. “I’m jeopardy friendly, remember. I’d attract bad luck even if I wore a dress of horse shoes and stood in a field of four leaf clovers.”
The Doctor feigned disappointment. “Oh, but Rose,” he replied, sliding his free hand over the silk bodice and down to her waist, “I like this dress so much better.” He pulled her close to him. “Besides,” he continued, his fingers now tracing circles on the small of her back, “horse shoes aren’t really lucky. And neither are four leaf clovers, come to think of it, but they are rather useful as leprechaun repellent - those nasty green buggers can’t stand the stuff…”
He looked up, and it became obvious that his efforts to change the subject had failed. Her eyes told the whole story. The Doctor dropped her hand. “Oh, Rose,” he said, his voice wounded.
“You don’t have to, Doctor.” she whispered, straightening out his coat lapels. “Not if you don’t want to.”
Only once since their reunion had the Doctor heard her so vulnerable.
“No, Rose, really,” he said, clasping her hands and brushing a kiss across the knuckles of both. “Nothing would make me happier than to be here with you today. I mean that in all seriousness.”
Rose looked doubtful.
“’Sjust that I, well, I’m not…”
He was at a loss for words. Again.
The Doctor let out a sigh.
“I’m not very good at this, Rose.”
The doubt in her face changed to confusion.
“Family. I’m no good at it.”
She tightened her grip on his hand a little, and said “ How can you be bad at family?”
“I’m 904, Rose. I’ve been apart of families before. And every time, Rose, every time.” His voice was no more than a whisper now. “I’ve ended up hurting them. Running away from them. Killing them. And your family, Rose, they, they saved me. And even then, I banished them to a parallel world! I just don’t want to… I can’t…”
Rose placed a hand on his cheek, and looked him in the eye. “Oh, Doctor.” Her voice was comforting. “You don’t understand - my family can be, rude, maybe, and God knows Mum and Dad’ll have you for dinner if Mickey or Jack let slip that you ran off,”
The Doctor couldn’t help but snort at this.
Rose fixed him with a look, before continuing.
“But really, the only way you could ever really hurt them would be if you hurt me. And I know that you’d never do that. Not in a million years, or whatever timezone we happen to be in.”
“How do you know, though? Because, Rose, you don’t know what kind of a man I’ve become. I’m not the same man I was when we were last together. Do you know that I’ll never do something so bad that it will make you hate me?”
Drawing her face a little closer to his, she answered. “Yeah, I do. I don’t know how much you’ve changed since I’ve been gone. But,” the Doctor saw a smile start to creep across her features. “I know you’re rude and not ginger, sexy as hell, have a fascination with bananas, grown to love second chances, certainly got a gob and, most importantly,” her face was millimeters from his now.
“I know you love me, possibly almost as much as I love you. And that, really, is all I need to know.”
The Doctor didn’t need any more encouragement than that - he tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers, softly at first, but quickly deepening the kiss. He brought his arms around her waist, and Rose moved her hand from his cheek into his hair, pulling him closer. They stood there, enjoying the slow kiss for a moment, before Rose pulled away, her arms now wrapped around his neck.
“So, what do you say?” the smile on her face brighter than the white dress she wore. “Wanna get married?”
Dipping in for another quick kiss, the Doctor smiled.
“I do.”