Before Its Late(1/2)
For lillibetm3 because she is so awesome that she got me a paid account!!! *hugs* I hope you like this!!! I even added a bit of Harry Potter :)
I did two different version of this fic. One(this one)that follows the plotline of Series 1, and another which goes AU, meaning romance :)
Title: Before Its Too Late
Author:
janna_hawkins
Summary: Nine realises his feelings for Rose after a movie night.
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Doctor Who except my psychic paper, sonic screwdriver and sonic pen :)
Picture made by me with The Gimp. Please click on it to see a better quality version.
Version II
It was a week after they had saved London from the Slitheen that it happened.
They were sitting in the TARDIS' kitchen after watching one of Rose's favourite movies, finishing up the last bits of popcorn that were left in the bowl.
"So what was your favourite part?"
He glanced up, slightly startled. Up until then they had been eating in relative silence.
"Well, Doctor?"
"When they finally destroyed You-Know-Who. What was yours?"
"When Ron and Hermione finally got together."
"I knew it."
"What?"
"You only wanted to watch the movie for the domestic parts, didn't you?"
She grinned. "Not only for the 'domestic' parts. I like watching the Weasley twins too."
"So you begged and begged me to show you a movie that hasn't even been filmed yet in your time and you just like it for the domestics and 'cute' guys. Typical teenage human," he said with a smirk.
"Oh? And why did you want to watch it? For the magic spells and action scenes?"
He smiled slightly. "No, for a lot of different reasons." Some he couldn't say out loud.
"Name one."
"Fine. The fact that Harry was willing to die to protect his friends."
She frowned. "Why?"
" 'Why' what?"
"I was just wondering why you like that part so much."
"I just do."
"Ok. Okay." She reached into the bowl and picked out the last kernel. "You want this?"
"Nah. I'm fine."
She smiled and popped it into her mouth before getting to her feet. "Think I'll head off to bed. 'Night, Doctor."
"Goodnight, Rose," he said cheerfully, watching as she slipped into the corridor.
Once she had gone, he let the bright smile on his face fall away.
How had this happened? He was...caring about her. A lot more than he was supposed to.
This was all wrong. He wasn't meant to feel like this, especially now. He was a killer. He had destroyed two races, one his own. His friends and family. He didn't deserve to feel like this. He didn't deserve Rose.
She was innocent. His best friend. The most beautiful human he had ever seen.
Wait. Where had that thought come from? Was his mind betraying him now? He couldn't hope to be worthy of her, even if he spent the rest of this regeneration saving everyone.
He wouldn't always be able to protect her. She wouldn't be safe with him.
Since when did she care about safety, his mind whispered. She had risked her own life to save him when they had first met. She had been ready to die surrounded by zombies. She had told him to fire a missile at her to save the world. She was perfect for him. The perfect person to help hold him back when necessary. The perfect woman for him to love.
Love. Was he even able to feel that anymore? Wasn't he too calloused by war and loss? Never, his mind said fiercely.
He sighed and leant forward, resting his face in his hands.
Even if he accepted this, him loving her, who knew how she would react. After all he had told her he was over nine hundred years old. Would she think him a creepy old man and leave? Or would she by some miracle be feeling the same way? Could he even risk asking?
Do it, his mind whispered. Tell her how you feel. Before its too late.
He slowly got to his feet and walked towards the door.
Then the alarm began to wail. The TARDIS was picking up a distress signal from Utah, North America, 2012.
I did two different version of this fic. One(this one)that follows the plotline of Series 1, and another which goes AU, meaning romance :)
Title: Before Its Too Late
Author:
janna_hawkins
Summary: Nine realises his feelings for Rose after a movie night.
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Doctor Who except my psychic paper, sonic screwdriver and sonic pen :)
Picture made by me with The Gimp. Please click on it to see a better quality version.
Version II
It was a week after they had saved London from the Slitheen that it happened.
They were sitting in the TARDIS' kitchen after watching one of Rose's favourite movies, finishing up the last bits of popcorn that were left in the bowl.
"So what was your favourite part?"
He glanced up, slightly startled. Up until then they had been eating in relative silence.
"Well, Doctor?"
"When they finally destroyed You-Know-Who. What was yours?"
"When Ron and Hermione finally got together."
"I knew it."
"What?"
"You only wanted to watch the movie for the domestic parts, didn't you?"
She grinned. "Not only for the 'domestic' parts. I like watching the Weasley twins too."
"So you begged and begged me to show you a movie that hasn't even been filmed yet in your time and you just like it for the domestics and 'cute' guys. Typical teenage human," he said with a smirk.
"Oh? And why did you want to watch it? For the magic spells and action scenes?"
He smiled slightly. "No, for a lot of different reasons." Some he couldn't say out loud.
"Name one."
"Fine. The fact that Harry was willing to die to protect his friends."
She frowned. "Why?"
" 'Why' what?"
"I was just wondering why you like that part so much."
"I just do."
"Ok. Okay." She reached into the bowl and picked out the last kernel. "You want this?"
"Nah. I'm fine."
She smiled and popped it into her mouth before getting to her feet. "Think I'll head off to bed. 'Night, Doctor."
"Goodnight, Rose," he said cheerfully, watching as she slipped into the corridor.
Once she had gone, he let the bright smile on his face fall away.
How had this happened? He was...caring about her. A lot more than he was supposed to.
This was all wrong. He wasn't meant to feel like this, especially now. He was a killer. He had destroyed two races, one his own. His friends and family. He didn't deserve to feel like this. He didn't deserve Rose.
She was innocent. His best friend. The most beautiful human he had ever seen.
Wait. Where had that thought come from? Was his mind betraying him now? He couldn't hope to be worthy of her, even if he spent the rest of this regeneration saving everyone.
He wouldn't always be able to protect her. She wouldn't be safe with him.
Since when did she care about safety, his mind whispered. She had risked her own life to save him when they had first met. She had been ready to die surrounded by zombies. She had told him to fire a missile at her to save the world. She was perfect for him. The perfect person to help hold him back when necessary. The perfect woman for him to love.
Love. Was he even able to feel that anymore? Wasn't he too calloused by war and loss? Never, his mind said fiercely.
He sighed and leant forward, resting his face in his hands.
Even if he accepted this, him loving her, who knew how she would react. After all he had told her he was over nine hundred years old. Would she think him a creepy old man and leave? Or would she by some miracle be feeling the same way? Could he even risk asking?
Do it, his mind whispered. Tell her how you feel. Before its too late.
He slowly got to his feet and walked towards the door.
Then the alarm began to wail. The TARDIS was picking up a distress signal from Utah, North America, 2012.