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Title: Of Realizations and Declarations.
Author: Iby.
Rating: PG-15.
Characters and Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler; Rose/Ten.
Genre: Romance, fluff, angst, humour.
Spoilers: The Idtiot's Lantern and World War Three are alluded to, but nothing is really revealed.
Author's Note: I am, oddly, happy with this one. It doesn't embarrass me. *grins*
Summary: When the true nature of the Doctor and Rose's relationship is revealed in the most embarrassing of ways, the Doctor finds himself having to explain to Jackie Tyler just how much her daughter means to him.
There's a teeny tiny shout-out to David Tennant in here. See if you can spot it!
Her face twisted into a decidedly sour expression, Jackie Tyler made a point of slamming her mug roughly onto the kitchen table and wrenched open the cutlery drawer with a growl. There was a great crash, as metal slid against metal and the drawer nearly fell from its slot in the bench. It was quickly righted, and ringed fingers delved into the jumble before curling around, with a triumphant aha! a teaspoon. It was held up into the air victoriously before being thrown into the mug.
Stirring a little more violently than was strictly necessary, the sound of the metal clinking against the sides of the mug loud and angry, Jackie tried to concentrate on her cuppa and not on the past few minutes.
. . . .
“Rose?” Jackie called, as she made her way down the short corridor from the kitchen to the bedrooms. “You’d better not have taken off without saying goodbye,” she muttered angrily to herself. “Rose?!”
Without thinking, she pushed Rose’s door open…
…and was greeted with the sight of the Doctor’s pale bum being wiggled rhythmically in her direction, cradled between Rose’s legs.
Complete and utter chaos ensued. Jackie, who knew little of embarrassment and everything of indignation, shrieked like a banshee possessed. The Doctor, mid-wiggle, jumped six feet in the air in fright before landing in a heap on top of Rose.
Oh.
His expression made clear to all in the room that he was faced with a difficult decision and knew it; stay propped up over Rose, and let only his freckled bottom be all that was on display, or scoot away and risk making a spectacle out of all of himself.
He wasn’t really given a choice; Rose rolled him off of her and Jackie, with a satisfied smile, watched as he, in his hurry to scuttle out of view, fell clear off the mattress and crashed against the far wall.
She tried to push any and all thoughts about how her questions were finally answered from her mind. Learning that he was made exactly like an Earth male was entirely not the point of this little fiasco.
She turned back to Rose who had sat up, and was startled to realize that her daughter was wearing the Doctor’s brown pinstriped suit jacket. She was clutching the sides together tightly.
Jackie tried not to think about that too much. “You’ve got five minutes.”
The Doctor poked his head up from behind the mattress in a manner reminiscent of a meerkat, with only his hair, his eyebrows and his eyes visible.
Jackie waggled a finger sternly in his direction and he ducked back out of sight again. “And not to finish the job!”
. . . .
“We’re trapped!” Histrionically, the Doctor flopped onto the bed, deemed it an altogether unsafe place to be and bounced back up again.
Rose rolled her eyes and threw his clothes at him. “Calm down.”
“Calm down?” he cried, practically diving into his trousers in his hurry to cover himself up. “Calm down?! Your mother just caught me, me…deflowering you!” He winced slightly as the material reached his overly sensitive groin and set about gingerly doing the buttons up.
Rose almost choked with laughter and sat on the edge of her bed to pull her socks on. “De…de… de…deflowering?!”
“Yes,” the Doctor snapped.
Eyebrows arched, Rose smirked at him. “I think we both know that that ship sailed a while ago. Besides, we’re not trapped. If we can make it out of the Cabinet room with Slitheen outside and metal for all the doors and windows, then we can make it out of here.”
Simmering, the Doctor slipped his Henley over his shoulders. “That was just the Slitheen. This is your mother. Your mother!” He set to work on the buttons of his Oxford. “I told you that I didn’t want to sleep with you here, but you didn’t listen,” he muttered accusingly under his breath. “Silly fantasies. You’re always doing that, seducing me in places I don’t want to be seduced. Human sex-drives are a force to be reckoned with!” He whipped his tie around his neck and started to form a Windsor Knot.
Rose slipped from amused to annoyed in less than a second. “I didn’t force you to. You’re the one that pounced on me!”
Angrily, the Doctor burrowed into the shelter of his jacket, which Rose had discarded. “Only because you were laying there, all creamy soft skin and smooth hair and big brown enticing eyes! You were wearing my jacket and nothing else. You know I can’t say no to you when you’re wearing my jacket!”
Rose regarded him icily and tugged her jeans up her legs. “That’s not my fault!” She swiftly pulled up the zip. “I’ll make it easier on you, then. I’ll stop.” With that, she zipped up her hoodie, forgoing her bra and shirt entirely, and stormed out of the room.
The Doctor stood perfectly still, staring at Rose’s knickers that were poking out from beneath the duvet. When he heard the front door slam, all thoughts of the peroxide blonde beast/mother in the room beyond flew from his mind. He scurried after Rose almost making it to the door, but was stopped by a hand gripping his arm tightly.
“You! Back here.” Jackie practically hauled him into the kitchen and pushed him into a chair.
It skidded backwards slightly onto its back legs and he gripped the table to steady himself. Stable once more, he crossed his arms grumpily, wanting to go after Rose, not sit and be lectured to by her mother.
Jackie opened her mouth to begin the onslaught, and the Doctor found that he couldn’t control himself. “I love her!” he told the telly.
The Doctor felt the world come to a stop underneath his feet. Jackie looked like she’d felt it too.
“I. Erm. I love her?” it came out as a question, as if he was struggling to understand the complexities of the notion. “L-l-l-l-love,” he tested the letters out, “love her. I. I do. Her I love.” He looked anxiously at the wall, then at his fingers and then at Jackie. “I love her,” he said quietly, this time without a trace of a question.
She squinted at him, a mascara covered upper eyelash getting stuck to one on the bottom, then blinked owlishly to separate them. “You’ve a funny way of showing it! She ran out of here crying!”
The Doctor tried not to spring for the front door. “Because you walked in on us!”
“This is my flat! Well, ok, it’s the council’s but it’s definitely not yours! You walk around here like you own the place and you don’t. It’s not Buckingham Palace and it isn’t bigger on the inside, but it’s mine. I brought Rose up in it. I can walk anywhere I want to and I won’t apologize for interrupting.”
With uncharacteristic quietness, Jackie sat on the chair opposite him. “You’ve given her the world, but you’ve also taken it away from her. What has she got to come back to if you decide you don’t want her?”
“That won’t happen,” the Doctor said firmly.
Jackie scoffed. “You’re not that naïve. There’s a great many things you know more of than me, Doctor, but don’t for a second think that I don’t know what it’s like to get messed around with. Rose does too - she’s been with people that’ve only wanted her for one thing. People grow up, but everybody needs help now and then and if you hurt her…I’m not sure that I’ll know how.”
The Doctor looked up at her quickly. “You mean a lot to Rose, you know that Jackie. I know that too, that’s why I brought her back to you after she lost Mickey.”
Jackie nodded gently. “I know. I know. I just don’t want her to end up like me. I know you and Rose have a right’ol chuckle about me, but I’m not nearly as stupid as you think I am.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid, Jackie. Crazy and scary beyond all reason, well…” he trailed off when he noticed the glare that was being sent his way. “You’ve known that I’ve been in love with her this whole time, haven’t you?”
Jackie nodded. “Yeah. Even when you had big ears and a funny nose.” She reached forward and tentatively touched his shoulder. “A mother knows these things. You just have to learn that.”
The Doctor smiled at her. “Yeah, I suppose I do.”
. . . .
The Doctor came to stand awkwardly behind Rose, who was sat on a swing in the estate’s playground, rocking gently back and forth. Her shoes were covered in dirt from the tanbark, and it crunched underneath her feet with each landing. She turned her head slightly to show that she’d registered his presence.
“Your chucks are dirty,” he mused. He moved forward to rest his hand on her shoulder.
She dug her feet into the ground to slow to a stop. “Mine aren’t impervious to dirt like yours.”
He plucked the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and walked around to face her. “I could sonic the muck away?” He knelt in front of her, shifting slightly when a piece of tanbark jutted into his knee.
She moved her feet away and clasped her hands together on her lap. “Don’t.”
He put the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket and rested his hands tentatively on her knees. “Rose,” he began, “I-”
“I didn’t force you, you know. I…I gave you the opportunity, yes, but I didn’t make you take it.”
He nodded and dropped his gaze to her shoulder. “I know. I shouldn’t have said that.”
She looked away, visibly struggling for breath. “Yeah. Fine.” She shrugged her shoulders sadly.
He slipped a hand to her hip, not suggestively but plaintively. “Really, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re just so lovely. You’re you.” He said this as if she held all the answers to the universe. “It’s just new - this feeling that I’ve got to kiss you every second I see you.”
Rose twisted her fingers together. “You don’t like it.”
The Doctor frowned confusedly but didn’t get the chance to speak.
“I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to do. I thought…I thought you wanted to be with me. After The Wire I thought…well, you kissed me first.”
Memories of their first, desperate coupling float to the front of his mind. He’d barely been able to get her into the TARDIS, certainly hadn’t been able to undress her. He’d shagged her up against the wall just inside the door, with her big pink skirt pooled up around her waist, her shoes and stockings flung into some distant corner of the TARDIS, and his trousers around his ankles.
He was brought forth from his recollections by her voice. “You said I was always seducing you when you didn’t want to be seduced. I thought you liked it, even if you grumbled.”
He shuffled closer to her, ignoring the tanbark digging uncomfortably into his skin. “I do like it!”
“Then why did you get so angry!?”
“Because, it’s embarrassing!”
This, clearly, was not the right thing to say. Rose tried to push his hands off her, but he tightened his grip on her hip and slipped his free hand around her waist to sit at the small of her back. “No, no, no, not sleeping with you. Not that. I meant how much I want to. How much I want you. Everywhere. Everywhen. Only you're allowed to see it, because you’re Rose and even that is taking some adjusting to.”
She looked at him disbelievingly and he pressed on. “You get to see how daft I actually am, get to see the bits of me that don’t so much make me a Time Lord as they make me a bit of a duffer. How I always manage to drop my toast. How I can never choose my own tie when I get dressed. How I always have trouble with third-gear, despite Bessie. How I sulk when I get shampoo in my eyes. How I,” he leaned in closer to her to whisper conspiratorially, “come so quickly it’s embarrassing when you nibble on my ear.”
Children’s laughter permeated their world and they remembered that they were, in fact, in a playground. The Doctor turned and saw some kids making their way over to the slide. They were still a fair way off. “In short, Rose. You get to see my bum. Your mum, bless her socks…doesn’t. It was all just a bit too much for this old Time Lord to take.”
He looked at her so honestly that she couldn’t help but smile. He was all freckles and pale skin and big brown eyes and wild hair, and he was essentially saying that he was hers. “You do have difficulty picking out a tie.” She reached out and touched the smooth silk, fingers trailing up to rest at the hollow of his throat. She rubbed her thumb across his Adam’s apple and it bobbed beneath her touch as he swallowed.
He leant forward tentatively, and when she smiled at him, pressed his lips to hers. Her tongue, her marvellous tongue, set to work and had him groaning in no time at all. He shuffled as close to her as he could and began to pull her off the swing entirely, his hands on her back.
“Yuck!”
They sprang apart, remembering instantly the kids that had been making their way to the playground and the Doctor dropped his chin to her shoulder with a exasperated sigh.
Breathing in deeply, he glared at the kids before pulling away slightly. He pressed his nose against hers. “You. TARDIS. Now. A Time Lord can only take so much.”
. . . .
And then there was no Doomsday and Rose caught a pesky case of immortality. Seriously. You might think I'm joking but trust me, I'm not.
The End.
Author: Iby.
Rating: PG-15.
Characters and Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler; Rose/Ten.
Genre: Romance, fluff, angst, humour.
Spoilers: The Idtiot's Lantern and World War Three are alluded to, but nothing is really revealed.
Author's Note: I am, oddly, happy with this one. It doesn't embarrass me. *grins*
Summary: When the true nature of the Doctor and Rose's relationship is revealed in the most embarrassing of ways, the Doctor finds himself having to explain to Jackie Tyler just how much her daughter means to him.
There's a teeny tiny shout-out to David Tennant in here. See if you can spot it!
Her face twisted into a decidedly sour expression, Jackie Tyler made a point of slamming her mug roughly onto the kitchen table and wrenched open the cutlery drawer with a growl. There was a great crash, as metal slid against metal and the drawer nearly fell from its slot in the bench. It was quickly righted, and ringed fingers delved into the jumble before curling around, with a triumphant aha! a teaspoon. It was held up into the air victoriously before being thrown into the mug.
Stirring a little more violently than was strictly necessary, the sound of the metal clinking against the sides of the mug loud and angry, Jackie tried to concentrate on her cuppa and not on the past few minutes.
. . . .
“Rose?” Jackie called, as she made her way down the short corridor from the kitchen to the bedrooms. “You’d better not have taken off without saying goodbye,” she muttered angrily to herself. “Rose?!”
Without thinking, she pushed Rose’s door open…
…and was greeted with the sight of the Doctor’s pale bum being wiggled rhythmically in her direction, cradled between Rose’s legs.
Complete and utter chaos ensued. Jackie, who knew little of embarrassment and everything of indignation, shrieked like a banshee possessed. The Doctor, mid-wiggle, jumped six feet in the air in fright before landing in a heap on top of Rose.
Oh.
His expression made clear to all in the room that he was faced with a difficult decision and knew it; stay propped up over Rose, and let only his freckled bottom be all that was on display, or scoot away and risk making a spectacle out of all of himself.
He wasn’t really given a choice; Rose rolled him off of her and Jackie, with a satisfied smile, watched as he, in his hurry to scuttle out of view, fell clear off the mattress and crashed against the far wall.
She tried to push any and all thoughts about how her questions were finally answered from her mind. Learning that he was made exactly like an Earth male was entirely not the point of this little fiasco.
She turned back to Rose who had sat up, and was startled to realize that her daughter was wearing the Doctor’s brown pinstriped suit jacket. She was clutching the sides together tightly.
Jackie tried not to think about that too much. “You’ve got five minutes.”
The Doctor poked his head up from behind the mattress in a manner reminiscent of a meerkat, with only his hair, his eyebrows and his eyes visible.
Jackie waggled a finger sternly in his direction and he ducked back out of sight again. “And not to finish the job!”
. . . .
“We’re trapped!” Histrionically, the Doctor flopped onto the bed, deemed it an altogether unsafe place to be and bounced back up again.
Rose rolled her eyes and threw his clothes at him. “Calm down.”
“Calm down?” he cried, practically diving into his trousers in his hurry to cover himself up. “Calm down?! Your mother just caught me, me…deflowering you!” He winced slightly as the material reached his overly sensitive groin and set about gingerly doing the buttons up.
Rose almost choked with laughter and sat on the edge of her bed to pull her socks on. “De…de… de…deflowering?!”
“Yes,” the Doctor snapped.
Eyebrows arched, Rose smirked at him. “I think we both know that that ship sailed a while ago. Besides, we’re not trapped. If we can make it out of the Cabinet room with Slitheen outside and metal for all the doors and windows, then we can make it out of here.”
Simmering, the Doctor slipped his Henley over his shoulders. “That was just the Slitheen. This is your mother. Your mother!” He set to work on the buttons of his Oxford. “I told you that I didn’t want to sleep with you here, but you didn’t listen,” he muttered accusingly under his breath. “Silly fantasies. You’re always doing that, seducing me in places I don’t want to be seduced. Human sex-drives are a force to be reckoned with!” He whipped his tie around his neck and started to form a Windsor Knot.
Rose slipped from amused to annoyed in less than a second. “I didn’t force you to. You’re the one that pounced on me!”
Angrily, the Doctor burrowed into the shelter of his jacket, which Rose had discarded. “Only because you were laying there, all creamy soft skin and smooth hair and big brown enticing eyes! You were wearing my jacket and nothing else. You know I can’t say no to you when you’re wearing my jacket!”
Rose regarded him icily and tugged her jeans up her legs. “That’s not my fault!” She swiftly pulled up the zip. “I’ll make it easier on you, then. I’ll stop.” With that, she zipped up her hoodie, forgoing her bra and shirt entirely, and stormed out of the room.
The Doctor stood perfectly still, staring at Rose’s knickers that were poking out from beneath the duvet. When he heard the front door slam, all thoughts of the peroxide blonde beast/mother in the room beyond flew from his mind. He scurried after Rose almost making it to the door, but was stopped by a hand gripping his arm tightly.
“You! Back here.” Jackie practically hauled him into the kitchen and pushed him into a chair.
It skidded backwards slightly onto its back legs and he gripped the table to steady himself. Stable once more, he crossed his arms grumpily, wanting to go after Rose, not sit and be lectured to by her mother.
Jackie opened her mouth to begin the onslaught, and the Doctor found that he couldn’t control himself. “I love her!” he told the telly.
The Doctor felt the world come to a stop underneath his feet. Jackie looked like she’d felt it too.
“I. Erm. I love her?” it came out as a question, as if he was struggling to understand the complexities of the notion. “L-l-l-l-love,” he tested the letters out, “love her. I. I do. Her I love.” He looked anxiously at the wall, then at his fingers and then at Jackie. “I love her,” he said quietly, this time without a trace of a question.
She squinted at him, a mascara covered upper eyelash getting stuck to one on the bottom, then blinked owlishly to separate them. “You’ve a funny way of showing it! She ran out of here crying!”
The Doctor tried not to spring for the front door. “Because you walked in on us!”
“This is my flat! Well, ok, it’s the council’s but it’s definitely not yours! You walk around here like you own the place and you don’t. It’s not Buckingham Palace and it isn’t bigger on the inside, but it’s mine. I brought Rose up in it. I can walk anywhere I want to and I won’t apologize for interrupting.”
With uncharacteristic quietness, Jackie sat on the chair opposite him. “You’ve given her the world, but you’ve also taken it away from her. What has she got to come back to if you decide you don’t want her?”
“That won’t happen,” the Doctor said firmly.
Jackie scoffed. “You’re not that naïve. There’s a great many things you know more of than me, Doctor, but don’t for a second think that I don’t know what it’s like to get messed around with. Rose does too - she’s been with people that’ve only wanted her for one thing. People grow up, but everybody needs help now and then and if you hurt her…I’m not sure that I’ll know how.”
The Doctor looked up at her quickly. “You mean a lot to Rose, you know that Jackie. I know that too, that’s why I brought her back to you after she lost Mickey.”
Jackie nodded gently. “I know. I know. I just don’t want her to end up like me. I know you and Rose have a right’ol chuckle about me, but I’m not nearly as stupid as you think I am.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid, Jackie. Crazy and scary beyond all reason, well…” he trailed off when he noticed the glare that was being sent his way. “You’ve known that I’ve been in love with her this whole time, haven’t you?”
Jackie nodded. “Yeah. Even when you had big ears and a funny nose.” She reached forward and tentatively touched his shoulder. “A mother knows these things. You just have to learn that.”
The Doctor smiled at her. “Yeah, I suppose I do.”
. . . .
The Doctor came to stand awkwardly behind Rose, who was sat on a swing in the estate’s playground, rocking gently back and forth. Her shoes were covered in dirt from the tanbark, and it crunched underneath her feet with each landing. She turned her head slightly to show that she’d registered his presence.
“Your chucks are dirty,” he mused. He moved forward to rest his hand on her shoulder.
She dug her feet into the ground to slow to a stop. “Mine aren’t impervious to dirt like yours.”
He plucked the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and walked around to face her. “I could sonic the muck away?” He knelt in front of her, shifting slightly when a piece of tanbark jutted into his knee.
She moved her feet away and clasped her hands together on her lap. “Don’t.”
He put the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket and rested his hands tentatively on her knees. “Rose,” he began, “I-”
“I didn’t force you, you know. I…I gave you the opportunity, yes, but I didn’t make you take it.”
He nodded and dropped his gaze to her shoulder. “I know. I shouldn’t have said that.”
She looked away, visibly struggling for breath. “Yeah. Fine.” She shrugged her shoulders sadly.
He slipped a hand to her hip, not suggestively but plaintively. “Really, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re just so lovely. You’re you.” He said this as if she held all the answers to the universe. “It’s just new - this feeling that I’ve got to kiss you every second I see you.”
Rose twisted her fingers together. “You don’t like it.”
The Doctor frowned confusedly but didn’t get the chance to speak.
“I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to do. I thought…I thought you wanted to be with me. After The Wire I thought…well, you kissed me first.”
Memories of their first, desperate coupling float to the front of his mind. He’d barely been able to get her into the TARDIS, certainly hadn’t been able to undress her. He’d shagged her up against the wall just inside the door, with her big pink skirt pooled up around her waist, her shoes and stockings flung into some distant corner of the TARDIS, and his trousers around his ankles.
He was brought forth from his recollections by her voice. “You said I was always seducing you when you didn’t want to be seduced. I thought you liked it, even if you grumbled.”
He shuffled closer to her, ignoring the tanbark digging uncomfortably into his skin. “I do like it!”
“Then why did you get so angry!?”
“Because, it’s embarrassing!”
This, clearly, was not the right thing to say. Rose tried to push his hands off her, but he tightened his grip on her hip and slipped his free hand around her waist to sit at the small of her back. “No, no, no, not sleeping with you. Not that. I meant how much I want to. How much I want you. Everywhere. Everywhen. Only you're allowed to see it, because you’re Rose and even that is taking some adjusting to.”
She looked at him disbelievingly and he pressed on. “You get to see how daft I actually am, get to see the bits of me that don’t so much make me a Time Lord as they make me a bit of a duffer. How I always manage to drop my toast. How I can never choose my own tie when I get dressed. How I always have trouble with third-gear, despite Bessie. How I sulk when I get shampoo in my eyes. How I,” he leaned in closer to her to whisper conspiratorially, “come so quickly it’s embarrassing when you nibble on my ear.”
Children’s laughter permeated their world and they remembered that they were, in fact, in a playground. The Doctor turned and saw some kids making their way over to the slide. They were still a fair way off. “In short, Rose. You get to see my bum. Your mum, bless her socks…doesn’t. It was all just a bit too much for this old Time Lord to take.”
He looked at her so honestly that she couldn’t help but smile. He was all freckles and pale skin and big brown eyes and wild hair, and he was essentially saying that he was hers. “You do have difficulty picking out a tie.” She reached out and touched the smooth silk, fingers trailing up to rest at the hollow of his throat. She rubbed her thumb across his Adam’s apple and it bobbed beneath her touch as he swallowed.
He leant forward tentatively, and when she smiled at him, pressed his lips to hers. Her tongue, her marvellous tongue, set to work and had him groaning in no time at all. He shuffled as close to her as he could and began to pull her off the swing entirely, his hands on her back.
“Yuck!”
They sprang apart, remembering instantly the kids that had been making their way to the playground and the Doctor dropped his chin to her shoulder with a exasperated sigh.
Breathing in deeply, he glared at the kids before pulling away slightly. He pressed his nose against hers. “You. TARDIS. Now. A Time Lord can only take so much.”
. . . .
And then there was no Doomsday and Rose caught a pesky case of immortality. Seriously. You might think I'm joking but trust me, I'm not.
The End.