A Bouquet of Roses
Hey, it's Jesse! I was bored last night so I thought it would be fun to write this! It's about The Eleventh Doctor/Rose/Amy/Rory. And, just to let you know, this is my first time doing it so plz no rude comments. Thx. :D I rly hope you like it. Oh and it's also rated G or PG somewhere around there! ENJOY!
Fic: A Bouquet of Roses
Title: A Bouquet of Roses
Rating: Around PG
Summary: The Eleventh Doctor's on a journey to find Rose's room.
Pairing: Eleventh/Rose/Amy/Rory
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is BBC's property
Her face twirled in his mind, the beautiful face the one, that made him melt. The sweet brown eyes that made him feel something he had never felt with a companion: love. The grin, the beautiful grin, the one with the open mouth and tongue between her teeth.
And the hugs, the warm hugs, the one's that made him want to tell her how he really felt, but couldn't. He just couldn't. The kisses, oh, the kisses. No matter where the kiss or how unintentional it was, the love he felt for the girl with the blond hair was unimaginable.
It tortured him and he tried not to think about it. It couldn't stop him from traveling. But once in a while, when he let his eyes fall shut he saw her face. And he let himself remember everything he had felt and everything they had done. It was worth the pain.
Her face appeared in his mind again calling out to him. "Doctor! Doctor!" It wasn't the voice of his flower. It was the voice of the red headed scottish girl who had changed her fairy tale name. The one who he felt friendship for and nothing more. Because he could never feel what he had once felt as his ninth and tenth self. She wasn't his Rose...
He jolted upright, almost hitting Amy in the face. Amy jumped back in surprise.
"Amy?" he asked. He had fallen asleep while reading in his room. "Remind me, how many times have I told you not to come in here?"
"Sorry," Amy said, stretching out the word. "I was just...worried."
"Why?" The Doctor started to panic. "Was the TARDIS making the noise again? I spent all of yesterday fixing that!"
"No, I was worried about you."
"Me? What did I do?" he asked defensively. The blond girl lingered in his mind and he was overcome with emotion. He would much rather be left alone.
"You were talking in your sleep."
"Is that it? That's nothing!" He knew he shouldn't be so upset with her but he had other things on his mind.
"I was just trying to help!" Amy replied. "Besides, it wasn't nothing. You were screaming."
The Doctor looked puzzled. "Screaming? What about?"
Amy shrugged. "Something about a rose."
The Doctor's breath hitched. Every time he heard that name it stung.
"I didn't know what you were going on about but I brought you these." she said revealing a bouquet of roses form behind her back.
The Doctor let out a weak laugh and took the flowers from Amy. "Thank you," he said sincerely and hugged the bouquet close to his chest.
Amy stared at him. Oh, right. He had forgotten it wasn't normal to cuddle flowers (especially the one's that held thorns, the one's that left wounds so deep).
The Doctor cleared his throat and placed the flowers on his bed.
"You alright?" Amy asked carefully.
"Yeah, yeah," he replied as an idea popped into his head. "I was just gonna go exploring today - on my own," he added after seeing Amy's 'exploring the TARDIS? Really?' look. "You go off and play with Rory, I'll probably be the whole day."
Amy was looking at him strangely but nodded slowly. She started to leave but turned in the doorway. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
No, The Doctor answered mentally. I miss her, Amy. A girl that you'll never know. I'd tell you and Rory all about her if I didn't know the pity that you'd feel for me. You'd never understand. Your love for Rory is nothing compared to my love for her. And I don't think I'll ever get over it. Never. "I'm always alright," The Doctor lied and the line brought back memories of him and Donna at the library. So may people I've lost. The Doctor shook his head. "Go, have fun. Do whatever it is you kids do."
Amy was still suspicious but left The Doctor's room, wishing him good luck on his 'expedition' as she called it.
As soon as The Doctor was sure she had left, he grabbed a bag from his closet and placed the bouquet in. As he zipped up the bag, he went over the plan in his head.
Right after
Donna asked me what my friend's name was and I started to cry, I decided I never wanted to let go, The Doctor reminded himself. So I went to Rose's favorite planet, the one with the flowers never died and searched for hours for the perfect Rose. Once I found it, the one that was the brightest red and didn't have any thorns, I went to Rose's room and using the nail where she used to hang her coat, I tied a string around the flower and the nail and let the floor hang and dangle. That way, he continued, flinging the bag over his shoulder and rolling up his sleeves, if anything happened to the TARDIS or her room got misplaced or if anything happened at all, I could find it again. I miss her, he realized. Miss her more than anything in the world. I need to find it. I will find Rose Tyler's room and visit as often as I can. It's the only real thing I have left of her and I need it back. The Doctor marched out of his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
* * *
The Doctor trudged down the hall as he had been looking for what felt like days. Though it had likely only been a few hours, the time passed slowly as he checked every door he passed. He had given up drawing a map about a half hour ago when he took a right turn and charted it as left and then went forwards and charted it as backwards. Eventually, he figured out his mistakes and chucked the map on the floor.
He felt so useless. He had no idea where the room was and he was getting nowhere. For all he knew, he had missed the turn to her room only after the first few minutes he started.
At a right turn, he saw something red glint in the corner of his eye. Overcome with excitement, he rushed into the hall to find the red glint has been a button from Amy's cardigan. He also realized he was back where he started.
The Doctor swore loudly and kicked the wall. Pain shot up his foot but he didn't notice. Tears were running down his cheeks but he didn't notice. He didn't notice anything. He ran. Ran for as long as he needed, dashing down turns, swivels and stairs. He was running out of breath, mainly because his air supply was going into sobbing, When he felt like his sides were about to burst, he slid down a door and buried his face in his hands.
This is impossible! He thought and banged his head against the door. He felt something drop on his head. He reached up and closed the fingers around the thin object and brought it down slowly in front of his eyes. A smile spread across his face and it was the biggest grin he had ever known himself to wear.
He jumped up and saw a nail with a string tied around I and the string danced back and fourth as The Doctor ripped open the door.
As he flicked on the light he sniffed and wiped his sleeve across his nose. Leaving the rose in the entrance to the doorway, he entered the girl's room. Nothing had been touched or disturbed since she left. Make-up was lined up across her messy dresser that had a mirror placed above it.
When he opened her closet door, he saw that all of her clothes were exactly as she left them.
He dropped his bag on the floor and walked over to the made bed. He sat on it slowly and carefully running his hand along the blanket that lay there. He grabbed one of the two pillows and hugged it. And he cried and cried but it was worth it. It was Rose's room.
Eventually, he decided it had been long enough and placed the pillow back where it was. He got up and walked over to the black bag he had left n the floor. Undoing the zipper on his bag, The Doctor grabbed the bouquet of Roses and went back to her bed. He spread them out across the covers and studied them. Each one had it's own feature, each one had one little thing that made it unique.
A tear dropped from his face and fell on one of the petals. It was time to leave. He had been thinking about her too much and it was coming unbearable. But he'd come back. He always came back. He walked over to the doorway and turned back to face the room.
"Goodnight, Rose," he said and as one more tear fell down his cheek and landed on the floor with a light plop, he switched off the light.
He had saved one rose from the bouquet. He kissed it lightly and tucked in into his jacket pocket. It's time to go explore the real planet's now. Time to go and see everything in time and space. And even without a Rose, The Doctor thought, patting his pocket. It's still a hell of a lot of fun.
The Doctor strolled down the hall of the TARDIS, humming, with the thoughts of his special flower vanishing behind him.
Fic: A Bouquet of Roses
Title: A Bouquet of Roses
Rating: Around PG
Summary: The Eleventh Doctor's on a journey to find Rose's room.
Pairing: Eleventh/Rose/Amy/Rory
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is BBC's property
Her face twirled in his mind, the beautiful face the one, that made him melt. The sweet brown eyes that made him feel something he had never felt with a companion: love. The grin, the beautiful grin, the one with the open mouth and tongue between her teeth.
And the hugs, the warm hugs, the one's that made him want to tell her how he really felt, but couldn't. He just couldn't. The kisses, oh, the kisses. No matter where the kiss or how unintentional it was, the love he felt for the girl with the blond hair was unimaginable.
It tortured him and he tried not to think about it. It couldn't stop him from traveling. But once in a while, when he let his eyes fall shut he saw her face. And he let himself remember everything he had felt and everything they had done. It was worth the pain.
Her face appeared in his mind again calling out to him. "Doctor! Doctor!" It wasn't the voice of his flower. It was the voice of the red headed scottish girl who had changed her fairy tale name. The one who he felt friendship for and nothing more. Because he could never feel what he had once felt as his ninth and tenth self. She wasn't his Rose...
He jolted upright, almost hitting Amy in the face. Amy jumped back in surprise.
"Amy?" he asked. He had fallen asleep while reading in his room. "Remind me, how many times have I told you not to come in here?"
"Sorry," Amy said, stretching out the word. "I was just...worried."
"Why?" The Doctor started to panic. "Was the TARDIS making the noise again? I spent all of yesterday fixing that!"
"No, I was worried about you."
"Me? What did I do?" he asked defensively. The blond girl lingered in his mind and he was overcome with emotion. He would much rather be left alone.
"You were talking in your sleep."
"Is that it? That's nothing!" He knew he shouldn't be so upset with her but he had other things on his mind.
"I was just trying to help!" Amy replied. "Besides, it wasn't nothing. You were screaming."
The Doctor looked puzzled. "Screaming? What about?"
Amy shrugged. "Something about a rose."
The Doctor's breath hitched. Every time he heard that name it stung.
"I didn't know what you were going on about but I brought you these." she said revealing a bouquet of roses form behind her back.
The Doctor let out a weak laugh and took the flowers from Amy. "Thank you," he said sincerely and hugged the bouquet close to his chest.
Amy stared at him. Oh, right. He had forgotten it wasn't normal to cuddle flowers (especially the one's that held thorns, the one's that left wounds so deep).
The Doctor cleared his throat and placed the flowers on his bed.
"You alright?" Amy asked carefully.
"Yeah, yeah," he replied as an idea popped into his head. "I was just gonna go exploring today - on my own," he added after seeing Amy's 'exploring the TARDIS? Really?' look. "You go off and play with Rory, I'll probably be the whole day."
Amy was looking at him strangely but nodded slowly. She started to leave but turned in the doorway. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
No, The Doctor answered mentally. I miss her, Amy. A girl that you'll never know. I'd tell you and Rory all about her if I didn't know the pity that you'd feel for me. You'd never understand. Your love for Rory is nothing compared to my love for her. And I don't think I'll ever get over it. Never. "I'm always alright," The Doctor lied and the line brought back memories of him and Donna at the library. So may people I've lost. The Doctor shook his head. "Go, have fun. Do whatever it is you kids do."
Amy was still suspicious but left The Doctor's room, wishing him good luck on his 'expedition' as she called it.
As soon as The Doctor was sure she had left, he grabbed a bag from his closet and placed the bouquet in. As he zipped up the bag, he went over the plan in his head.
Right after
Donna asked me what my friend's name was and I started to cry, I decided I never wanted to let go, The Doctor reminded himself. So I went to Rose's favorite planet, the one with the flowers never died and searched for hours for the perfect Rose. Once I found it, the one that was the brightest red and didn't have any thorns, I went to Rose's room and using the nail where she used to hang her coat, I tied a string around the flower and the nail and let the floor hang and dangle. That way, he continued, flinging the bag over his shoulder and rolling up his sleeves, if anything happened to the TARDIS or her room got misplaced or if anything happened at all, I could find it again. I miss her, he realized. Miss her more than anything in the world. I need to find it. I will find Rose Tyler's room and visit as often as I can. It's the only real thing I have left of her and I need it back. The Doctor marched out of his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
* * *
The Doctor trudged down the hall as he had been looking for what felt like days. Though it had likely only been a few hours, the time passed slowly as he checked every door he passed. He had given up drawing a map about a half hour ago when he took a right turn and charted it as left and then went forwards and charted it as backwards. Eventually, he figured out his mistakes and chucked the map on the floor.
He felt so useless. He had no idea where the room was and he was getting nowhere. For all he knew, he had missed the turn to her room only after the first few minutes he started.
At a right turn, he saw something red glint in the corner of his eye. Overcome with excitement, he rushed into the hall to find the red glint has been a button from Amy's cardigan. He also realized he was back where he started.
The Doctor swore loudly and kicked the wall. Pain shot up his foot but he didn't notice. Tears were running down his cheeks but he didn't notice. He didn't notice anything. He ran. Ran for as long as he needed, dashing down turns, swivels and stairs. He was running out of breath, mainly because his air supply was going into sobbing, When he felt like his sides were about to burst, he slid down a door and buried his face in his hands.
This is impossible! He thought and banged his head against the door. He felt something drop on his head. He reached up and closed the fingers around the thin object and brought it down slowly in front of his eyes. A smile spread across his face and it was the biggest grin he had ever known himself to wear.
He jumped up and saw a nail with a string tied around I and the string danced back and fourth as The Doctor ripped open the door.
As he flicked on the light he sniffed and wiped his sleeve across his nose. Leaving the rose in the entrance to the doorway, he entered the girl's room. Nothing had been touched or disturbed since she left. Make-up was lined up across her messy dresser that had a mirror placed above it.
When he opened her closet door, he saw that all of her clothes were exactly as she left them.
He dropped his bag on the floor and walked over to the made bed. He sat on it slowly and carefully running his hand along the blanket that lay there. He grabbed one of the two pillows and hugged it. And he cried and cried but it was worth it. It was Rose's room.
Eventually, he decided it had been long enough and placed the pillow back where it was. He got up and walked over to the black bag he had left n the floor. Undoing the zipper on his bag, The Doctor grabbed the bouquet of Roses and went back to her bed. He spread them out across the covers and studied them. Each one had it's own feature, each one had one little thing that made it unique.
A tear dropped from his face and fell on one of the petals. It was time to leave. He had been thinking about her too much and it was coming unbearable. But he'd come back. He always came back. He walked over to the doorway and turned back to face the room.
"Goodnight, Rose," he said and as one more tear fell down his cheek and landed on the floor with a light plop, he switched off the light.
He had saved one rose from the bouquet. He kissed it lightly and tucked in into his jacket pocket. It's time to go explore the real planet's now. Time to go and see everything in time and space. And even without a Rose, The Doctor thought, patting his pocket. It's still a hell of a lot of fun.
The Doctor strolled down the hall of the TARDIS, humming, with the thoughts of his special flower vanishing behind him.