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Title: Mental Quickening.
Author: Iby.
Rating: G.
Spoilers: Nope.
Characters and Pairings: The Ninth Doctor, Rose; Nine/Rose.
Author's Notes: Another in the Nine/Rose baby!fic series.
Summary: Most mothers have feeling their baby move for the first time to look forward to. Rose Tyler, on the other hand, is waiting for the day she can feel her baby's mind next to hers. The joys of a telepathic race, eh?
Out of the corner of his eye, the Doctor watched Rose as she sat snuggled up on the control room chair, a book propped on her knees. Normally, multi-tasking came as naturally to him as swimming did to fish, but this time even he had to admit that he’d completely abandoned trying to fix the TARDIS in favour of sneaking peeks at his companion. Truth was, he’d spent most of the past few days studying her surreptitiously.
She’d laugh if she knew why he was doing it, and as it was he could barely admit it to himself.
He was cataloguing her every curve and angle because, mighty Time Lord though he might be, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the fact that soon her body would begin to change.
As he’d become accustomed to, he felt his eyes slip to her stomach. Still perfectly flat, not a curve in sight, but he couldn’t help but imagine. Imagine what ten more months would make it look like.
Ten more months. Now that had taken some explaining.
“Eleven months!?” Rose shrieked. “Eleven!” she drew out the syllables, and the Doctor tried to look tough and unruffled as he hid behind the Time Rotor. “Exactly how much growing is this baby going to do?” She looked down at her belly and hips in disbelief, as if sizing herself up.
Emerging from behind the console, he made his way towards her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “No, no, the extra time isn’t for growing. At least not physically. There are just a few more senses and tricks that a little Gallifreyan baby needs to develop in utero. Like telepathy, for example.”
Without conscious thought, she rested her hands on her belly. “Telepathy? Really? Like, reading minds and stuff?”
The Doctor hugged her to him. “Well, that comes with a bit of practice, but the basics come naturally. Starts as feelings, desires. She won’t be able to consciously construct them or shield them, so you, Rose Tyler, will be the first to feel them!”
Rose’s look of surprise tickled him pink. “Me? But I’m not telepathic.”
The Doctor shrugged. “Don’t really need to be. She’s inside you, growing. You’re the only thing she can feel, the only thing she can touch and explore, so she’ll radiate feelings out to you. You don’t necessarily need to be telepathic to be on the receiving end of a memo.”
Rose beamed, studying her stomach with intense concentration.
After Rose had dealt with the idea of carrying a baby for eleven months, she’d actually settled into things with much more ease than the Doctor could say for himself.
It wasn’t the medical nature of the situation that he couldn’t grapple with. He knew exactly how Rose had gotten pregnant, knew exactly what was happening inside her body, what would happen inside her body. All in all, the science of it wasn’t that complicated.
The problem was that science only took him so far. The idea of a living being growing inside of another, and the fact that it was a living being that he’d helped create, went so far beyond the mere mechanics of it all that he was, all in all, a little overwhelmed. Creation.
Which was why he’d taken to staring at her stomach when he thought she wasn’t watching. Trying to familiarise himself with the unknown. He was, rain, hail or shine, a curious creature and the prospect of his child was almost more than he could bear. He’d started pulling her top up when she was asleep to inspect her belly.
“You’re staring.”
He looked up swiftly to meet her gaze. She was smirking and her eyes glittered impishly.
The Doctor never responded well to a smirk. “No, I’m not.”
She snapped her book shut, uncurled her legs and made her way over to him. Damn her, but her top had ridden up a tad and he could see a little strip of skin. His eyes travelled down to it, even as his brain downright ordered them to return to her face. With little preamble, she hoisted herself up onto the console.
“Oi, careful with that!” he narked. “You’re sitting on the…well, I’m not too sure what it is, but I’m certain that it’s delicate.” He slid his hands to her hips and scooted her gently over a few inches.
Unfortunately, his hands on her hips meant that even more of him was focussed on her body. Moving to stand between her legs, which she wrapped loosely around him, he pressed his forehead against hers.
“I’m the Doctor. I’m curious.”
She made a noise of assent and he could feel her breath on his cheek. Her hand curled around his and manoeuvred it to her belly.
“You can stare, I don’t mind.”
. . . .
Resting against the frame of the doorway, his arms and ankles crossed, the Doctor watched Rose as she pottered around the kitchen, making a sandwich.
A small wireless sat on the table, playing, through the wonders of jiggery pokery, some contemporary music from Rose’s home time.
As she took her first bite, the song ended and another took its place. She scrunched up her face in disgust. He thought that perhaps she’d finally gone off the mayonnaise and banana that she’d been craving for the past six months, but when she took another bite, he knew that wasn’t the case.
Curious, he watched her make her way to the wireless and spin the dial to pick up a different channel. Obviously, she hadn’t liked the song.
She’d just sat down at the table when an odd expression crossed her face and she stared at the wireless curiously. She looked down at her belly, then up at the wireless again.
“Weird,” she whispered to thin air.
Intrigued, the Doctor made his presence known. He strolled forward and tugged out the chair opposite her, flopping into it gracelessly. “What’s weird?”
She shook her head in confusion. “I dunno. The radio was on, and a song came on that I hate, but when I changed the channel…” she trailed off and looked down at her belly again. “When I changed the channel, I felt sort of…sad. Not to mention a little annoyed. Like when someone talks over a show you’re trying to watch.”
His interest well and truly piqued, the Doctor made his way to the wireless and span the dial until it landed on the song Rose had turned off. Turning to her, he raised his eyebrows in question.
“That’s so weird. I hate this song, but…I want to listen to it. It’s making me happy.”
Realization dawned, and the Doctor could barely restrain the desire to pick her up and spin her around. “She’s growing! Her telepathy has reached the point where she can project basic feelings to you! This is fantastic!” He was beside himself with glee.
Rose, although rather confused, was quite taken by the idea as well. She lifted her shirt up and eyed her navel curiously. “So…the baby’s telling me what music she wants to listen to?”
“Yup!” he came to stand before her and dropped to his knees to eye her stomach. “Sound is really important to babies in the womb. It’s the only connection they have to the outside world. She must have been ticked off when you changed the channel, so she made her unhappiness known. Telepathic quickening! Rose, this is brilliant! Can I?” he pointed to her stomach, somewhat shyly.
She rolled her eyes. She’d told him that he didn’t need to ask, but her annoyance at strangers coming up to her in the street as if she was public property had made him somewhat wary. She nodded.
With barely contained glee and awe, he rested the tips of his fingers on her belly. Pressing them there, he closed his eyes and a look of concentration passed over his face. After a few silent minutes, he flattened his palms against her skin. Whilst she wasn’t yet particularly cumbersome, he could no longer stretch his fingers wide enough to cover the bump. He smiled, obviously sending some sort of comforting feeling to the baby, and she felt a happiness spread through her; partly hers’, partly the baby’s.
At the same time though, she couldn’t help but feel sort of jealous that she didn’t have the same abilities. She tried to quell the feeling by reminding herself that the baby was inside her, and had reached out to her about music preferences.
As if sensing her thoughts, and Rose belatedly realized that he probably was, the Doctor opened his eyes and looked up at her over the swell of her stomach. His grin was as maniacal as ever, but his eyes held a desire in them.
He put his hands on her knees and leant up to kiss her. This time, the happiness that spread through her was entirely her own.
. . . .
I know, I know, but I couldn't help myself! Further chapters will not be so...sugary! I know it's kind of like a bloke saying that he reads Penthouse for the hard-hitting journalism, but I do think that there's a big difference between fluff and sap. Sap I hate, fluff I love.
As always, I hope Nine seems in character.
Ta for reading!
Author: Iby.
Rating: G.
Spoilers: Nope.
Characters and Pairings: The Ninth Doctor, Rose; Nine/Rose.
Author's Notes: Another in the Nine/Rose baby!fic series.
Summary: Most mothers have feeling their baby move for the first time to look forward to. Rose Tyler, on the other hand, is waiting for the day she can feel her baby's mind next to hers. The joys of a telepathic race, eh?
Out of the corner of his eye, the Doctor watched Rose as she sat snuggled up on the control room chair, a book propped on her knees. Normally, multi-tasking came as naturally to him as swimming did to fish, but this time even he had to admit that he’d completely abandoned trying to fix the TARDIS in favour of sneaking peeks at his companion. Truth was, he’d spent most of the past few days studying her surreptitiously.
She’d laugh if she knew why he was doing it, and as it was he could barely admit it to himself.
He was cataloguing her every curve and angle because, mighty Time Lord though he might be, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the fact that soon her body would begin to change.
As he’d become accustomed to, he felt his eyes slip to her stomach. Still perfectly flat, not a curve in sight, but he couldn’t help but imagine. Imagine what ten more months would make it look like.
Ten more months. Now that had taken some explaining.
“Eleven months!?” Rose shrieked. “Eleven!” she drew out the syllables, and the Doctor tried to look tough and unruffled as he hid behind the Time Rotor. “Exactly how much growing is this baby going to do?” She looked down at her belly and hips in disbelief, as if sizing herself up.
Emerging from behind the console, he made his way towards her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “No, no, the extra time isn’t for growing. At least not physically. There are just a few more senses and tricks that a little Gallifreyan baby needs to develop in utero. Like telepathy, for example.”
Without conscious thought, she rested her hands on her belly. “Telepathy? Really? Like, reading minds and stuff?”
The Doctor hugged her to him. “Well, that comes with a bit of practice, but the basics come naturally. Starts as feelings, desires. She won’t be able to consciously construct them or shield them, so you, Rose Tyler, will be the first to feel them!”
Rose’s look of surprise tickled him pink. “Me? But I’m not telepathic.”
The Doctor shrugged. “Don’t really need to be. She’s inside you, growing. You’re the only thing she can feel, the only thing she can touch and explore, so she’ll radiate feelings out to you. You don’t necessarily need to be telepathic to be on the receiving end of a memo.”
Rose beamed, studying her stomach with intense concentration.
After Rose had dealt with the idea of carrying a baby for eleven months, she’d actually settled into things with much more ease than the Doctor could say for himself.
It wasn’t the medical nature of the situation that he couldn’t grapple with. He knew exactly how Rose had gotten pregnant, knew exactly what was happening inside her body, what would happen inside her body. All in all, the science of it wasn’t that complicated.
The problem was that science only took him so far. The idea of a living being growing inside of another, and the fact that it was a living being that he’d helped create, went so far beyond the mere mechanics of it all that he was, all in all, a little overwhelmed. Creation.
Which was why he’d taken to staring at her stomach when he thought she wasn’t watching. Trying to familiarise himself with the unknown. He was, rain, hail or shine, a curious creature and the prospect of his child was almost more than he could bear. He’d started pulling her top up when she was asleep to inspect her belly.
“You’re staring.”
He looked up swiftly to meet her gaze. She was smirking and her eyes glittered impishly.
The Doctor never responded well to a smirk. “No, I’m not.”
She snapped her book shut, uncurled her legs and made her way over to him. Damn her, but her top had ridden up a tad and he could see a little strip of skin. His eyes travelled down to it, even as his brain downright ordered them to return to her face. With little preamble, she hoisted herself up onto the console.
“Oi, careful with that!” he narked. “You’re sitting on the…well, I’m not too sure what it is, but I’m certain that it’s delicate.” He slid his hands to her hips and scooted her gently over a few inches.
Unfortunately, his hands on her hips meant that even more of him was focussed on her body. Moving to stand between her legs, which she wrapped loosely around him, he pressed his forehead against hers.
“I’m the Doctor. I’m curious.”
She made a noise of assent and he could feel her breath on his cheek. Her hand curled around his and manoeuvred it to her belly.
“You can stare, I don’t mind.”
. . . .
Resting against the frame of the doorway, his arms and ankles crossed, the Doctor watched Rose as she pottered around the kitchen, making a sandwich.
A small wireless sat on the table, playing, through the wonders of jiggery pokery, some contemporary music from Rose’s home time.
As she took her first bite, the song ended and another took its place. She scrunched up her face in disgust. He thought that perhaps she’d finally gone off the mayonnaise and banana that she’d been craving for the past six months, but when she took another bite, he knew that wasn’t the case.
Curious, he watched her make her way to the wireless and spin the dial to pick up a different channel. Obviously, she hadn’t liked the song.
She’d just sat down at the table when an odd expression crossed her face and she stared at the wireless curiously. She looked down at her belly, then up at the wireless again.
“Weird,” she whispered to thin air.
Intrigued, the Doctor made his presence known. He strolled forward and tugged out the chair opposite her, flopping into it gracelessly. “What’s weird?”
She shook her head in confusion. “I dunno. The radio was on, and a song came on that I hate, but when I changed the channel…” she trailed off and looked down at her belly again. “When I changed the channel, I felt sort of…sad. Not to mention a little annoyed. Like when someone talks over a show you’re trying to watch.”
His interest well and truly piqued, the Doctor made his way to the wireless and span the dial until it landed on the song Rose had turned off. Turning to her, he raised his eyebrows in question.
“That’s so weird. I hate this song, but…I want to listen to it. It’s making me happy.”
Realization dawned, and the Doctor could barely restrain the desire to pick her up and spin her around. “She’s growing! Her telepathy has reached the point where she can project basic feelings to you! This is fantastic!” He was beside himself with glee.
Rose, although rather confused, was quite taken by the idea as well. She lifted her shirt up and eyed her navel curiously. “So…the baby’s telling me what music she wants to listen to?”
“Yup!” he came to stand before her and dropped to his knees to eye her stomach. “Sound is really important to babies in the womb. It’s the only connection they have to the outside world. She must have been ticked off when you changed the channel, so she made her unhappiness known. Telepathic quickening! Rose, this is brilliant! Can I?” he pointed to her stomach, somewhat shyly.
She rolled her eyes. She’d told him that he didn’t need to ask, but her annoyance at strangers coming up to her in the street as if she was public property had made him somewhat wary. She nodded.
With barely contained glee and awe, he rested the tips of his fingers on her belly. Pressing them there, he closed his eyes and a look of concentration passed over his face. After a few silent minutes, he flattened his palms against her skin. Whilst she wasn’t yet particularly cumbersome, he could no longer stretch his fingers wide enough to cover the bump. He smiled, obviously sending some sort of comforting feeling to the baby, and she felt a happiness spread through her; partly hers’, partly the baby’s.
At the same time though, she couldn’t help but feel sort of jealous that she didn’t have the same abilities. She tried to quell the feeling by reminding herself that the baby was inside her, and had reached out to her about music preferences.
As if sensing her thoughts, and Rose belatedly realized that he probably was, the Doctor opened his eyes and looked up at her over the swell of her stomach. His grin was as maniacal as ever, but his eyes held a desire in them.
He put his hands on her knees and leant up to kiss her. This time, the happiness that spread through her was entirely her own.
. . . .
I know, I know, but I couldn't help myself! Further chapters will not be so...sugary! I know it's kind of like a bloke saying that he reads Penthouse for the hard-hitting journalism, but I do think that there's a big difference between fluff and sap. Sap I hate, fluff I love.
As always, I hope Nine seems in character.
Ta for reading!