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Title: Cleaning Up 3/?
Author: I_palimpsest
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Summary: Everytime the Doctor leaves, there is cleaning up to do.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the BBC they are not mine. If they were I wouldn't need therapy.
Author's Notes: Not 100% Sure where this is going, still very new to the writing gig. Any feedback is appreciated.
Spoilers for Journey's End
Part 1
Part 2
Rose Tyler’s first thought, when she awakes, isn’t of the Doctor alone, and in another universe, although that thought doesn’t take long to occur. Her first thought is that she kissed him, without being possessed this time, and that he kissed her back with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
There isn’t much in the area, so she’s stuck with whatever Jackie’s been able to pick up while she was in the shower. Fresh jeans, not great but serviceable, a touristy sort of souvenir T-shirt. Great. The Doctor offers to spend the his life with her - and she has to spend the day, possibly the first day of their life together, with I *heart* Norway plastered across her chest. Could anything be less appropriate?
Still she makes it to breakfast looking passable. The t-shirt tucked tightly into the back of her jeans in an attempt to make it more flattering, and a touch of the lipgloss she’d had in her pocket when she’d jumped dimensions. Not that there’s really any saving the outfit.
Jackie and the Doctor are already at breakfast when she enters the dining room. He at least seems more cheerful and is laughing at something Jackie’s saying. Although that could be due to the alarming number of little marmalade packets next to his plate. Rose is surprised when he stands when she enters, it kind of makes the whole kissing him thing seem like a really big deal. It turns into a laugh though when he spreads his suit jacket wide so she can see that he too, apparently, *hearts* Norway. After that it’s all just so normal for a couple of hours that she can ignore any unease. Mum’s grinning and teasing the Doctor about being too skinny, and he’s eyeing the last of her bacon, and it feels like they’re in the kitchen of the flat after an adventure. Rose has always been grateful that, since he lost the ears, the Doctor can do domestic at least enough for moments like these; she grabs onto the mood and manages to hold it till they’re on their way home.
Pete’s chartered a jet; faster than a zeppelin over a long distance and a bit more privacy. Jackie buys a trashy novel in the tiny airport and takes a seat well away from them, they’ll need to talk sooner rather than later and it’s not going to happen while she’s around. Rose feels suddenly shy around him, and the way he keeps avoiding eye contact isn’t helping much. When she finally blurts out the question she’s dying to ask it makes him jump slightly, “Does it feel very different?”
“The one heart thing?” he swallows sharply when she nods. “Well yeah, a bit. Feels slower, need to sleep more. . . .” He grins stoically, nothing he can’t adapt to. “It’s not unheard of, I mean it’s not common, not with Timelords of course; wouldn’t live long enough to graduate, but among regular Gallifreyans. Knew a bloke in the citadel guard once only had one, sort a of birth defect really. . . .Course a timelord could end up with just one; non-life-threatening illness or injury something like that. Not serious enough to trigger regeneration but enough to damage the system. . . .Why? Is it a problem?”
He’s doing the avoiding thing again. He stopped while he was rambling but now he’s staring at the evacuation instructions as though they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. Rose reaches over and takes the sheet from him, “Course not, just wondered . . .Does, did this sort of thing, happen often?”
“No. No it didn’t. We were always very careful about that sort of thing, not to ‘dilute the gene pool’.” He’s looking right at her now, gaging her reaction. Rose already feels she’s let him down by asking so just takes his hand. Its understandable really. Most people would be horrified at having alien DNA mixed in on earth . . .it’s not really the insult the Doctor thinks she should find it.
“Honestly I didn’t even think about it, wasn’t sure I could pull off the energy transfer.” The Doctor’s free hand pulls on his ear. “To tell the truth I’ve never been very good at regeneration, things tend to go wrong. I used to know a girl, Romana, who could pick a body and copy it, try them on for size. . . Rose,” he twists towards her in his seat, “I didn’t want you to have to go through that again; to have to get to know me all over again. Sometimes, we can change too much; I didn’t want to change when I’d just got you back.”
It’s his turn to kiss her this time, his hand brushing her cheek. It’s not the desperation she felt on the beach, years of tension and longing finally released. It’s more like Rose feels their first kiss should have been; gentle, still a bit hesitant perhaps; but full of promise and possibility. She smiles as they lean back, their foreheads almost touching, folding her legs so she’s curled into her seat. “How long are you gonna stay with me?”
“Forever.”
Author: I_palimpsest
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Summary: Everytime the Doctor leaves, there is cleaning up to do.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the BBC they are not mine. If they were I wouldn't need therapy.
Author's Notes: Not 100% Sure where this is going, still very new to the writing gig. Any feedback is appreciated.
Spoilers for Journey's End
Part 1
Part 2
Rose Tyler’s first thought, when she awakes, isn’t of the Doctor alone, and in another universe, although that thought doesn’t take long to occur. Her first thought is that she kissed him, without being possessed this time, and that he kissed her back with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
There isn’t much in the area, so she’s stuck with whatever Jackie’s been able to pick up while she was in the shower. Fresh jeans, not great but serviceable, a touristy sort of souvenir T-shirt. Great. The Doctor offers to spend the his life with her - and she has to spend the day, possibly the first day of their life together, with I *heart* Norway plastered across her chest. Could anything be less appropriate?
Still she makes it to breakfast looking passable. The t-shirt tucked tightly into the back of her jeans in an attempt to make it more flattering, and a touch of the lipgloss she’d had in her pocket when she’d jumped dimensions. Not that there’s really any saving the outfit.
Jackie and the Doctor are already at breakfast when she enters the dining room. He at least seems more cheerful and is laughing at something Jackie’s saying. Although that could be due to the alarming number of little marmalade packets next to his plate. Rose is surprised when he stands when she enters, it kind of makes the whole kissing him thing seem like a really big deal. It turns into a laugh though when he spreads his suit jacket wide so she can see that he too, apparently, *hearts* Norway. After that it’s all just so normal for a couple of hours that she can ignore any unease. Mum’s grinning and teasing the Doctor about being too skinny, and he’s eyeing the last of her bacon, and it feels like they’re in the kitchen of the flat after an adventure. Rose has always been grateful that, since he lost the ears, the Doctor can do domestic at least enough for moments like these; she grabs onto the mood and manages to hold it till they’re on their way home.
Pete’s chartered a jet; faster than a zeppelin over a long distance and a bit more privacy. Jackie buys a trashy novel in the tiny airport and takes a seat well away from them, they’ll need to talk sooner rather than later and it’s not going to happen while she’s around. Rose feels suddenly shy around him, and the way he keeps avoiding eye contact isn’t helping much. When she finally blurts out the question she’s dying to ask it makes him jump slightly, “Does it feel very different?”
“The one heart thing?” he swallows sharply when she nods. “Well yeah, a bit. Feels slower, need to sleep more. . . .” He grins stoically, nothing he can’t adapt to. “It’s not unheard of, I mean it’s not common, not with Timelords of course; wouldn’t live long enough to graduate, but among regular Gallifreyans. Knew a bloke in the citadel guard once only had one, sort a of birth defect really. . . .Course a timelord could end up with just one; non-life-threatening illness or injury something like that. Not serious enough to trigger regeneration but enough to damage the system. . . .Why? Is it a problem?”
He’s doing the avoiding thing again. He stopped while he was rambling but now he’s staring at the evacuation instructions as though they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. Rose reaches over and takes the sheet from him, “Course not, just wondered . . .Does, did this sort of thing, happen often?”
“No. No it didn’t. We were always very careful about that sort of thing, not to ‘dilute the gene pool’.” He’s looking right at her now, gaging her reaction. Rose already feels she’s let him down by asking so just takes his hand. Its understandable really. Most people would be horrified at having alien DNA mixed in on earth . . .it’s not really the insult the Doctor thinks she should find it.
“Honestly I didn’t even think about it, wasn’t sure I could pull off the energy transfer.” The Doctor’s free hand pulls on his ear. “To tell the truth I’ve never been very good at regeneration, things tend to go wrong. I used to know a girl, Romana, who could pick a body and copy it, try them on for size. . . Rose,” he twists towards her in his seat, “I didn’t want you to have to go through that again; to have to get to know me all over again. Sometimes, we can change too much; I didn’t want to change when I’d just got you back.”
It’s his turn to kiss her this time, his hand brushing her cheek. It’s not the desperation she felt on the beach, years of tension and longing finally released. It’s more like Rose feels their first kiss should have been; gentle, still a bit hesitant perhaps; but full of promise and possibility. She smiles as they lean back, their foreheads almost touching, folding her legs so she’s curled into her seat. “How long are you gonna stay with me?”
“Forever.”