Better 1/?
Title: Better 1/?
Pairing: Human Doctor/Rose, mentioning of Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose
Rating: Teen
Timeline: After Journey's End
Summary: The Doctor is traveling on new territory - a human body with a very human single heart, no Tardis, and no time & space. But there's Rose - and all the emotions that resurface with her return. All he wants to do is be with her - but it's not going to be that easy.
A/N: I'll have a bit more time to write now and this story has been on the back burner for quite awhile. It's my first time writing the human Doctor and I must say that I'm rather enjoying it. Can't say how often it will be updated - but I won't neglect it, I promise :) Also, before I worry any more readers, this story is not the doom and gloom it appears to be :)
Want to read from the beginning? Start here
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The Doctor didn’t know what to do with…anything.
His hands were useless, his single heart was unnerving him and his hair…was just not cooperating. He stole a glance at Rose as they walked up the stairs to her flat. Concentrating on each step, she held onto the rail and her mouth was set at a pout. Her golden hair, the color different than he remembered, framed her lovely face. It was a face that had grown slightly older, but retained the beauty that would always uniquely belong to Rose Tyler.
The Doctor wanted her to look at him, to grab his hand - just so he could feel like he belonged somewhere. The feeling overwhelmed him - it was the feeling of being utterly alien. He smiled sadly at the thought - it slowly melted into a scowl. Must have been what Rose felt like, he thought. The Doctor looked over at her, taking note of the sadness etched in her features and the silence that enveloped them. Maybe she was still feeling that way.
Even if she had done those things, held his hand or tried an attempt at pointless chatter, he probably would have remained silent. There was still so much around in his massive-yet-different mind. He was angry at how he’d handled everything: the genocide, and leaving Rose without a proper explanation. Add to it the fact that he’d never see Donna - at least, not the proper Donna - again. And he still had room for more immediate worries, such as the fact that he was, for the most part, quite human. His single heart would beat one single beat after the other until that one day in which it wouldn’t. There would be no more regenerations, no new faces and quirks to get used to. No Tardis or universes, no more running. He felt his heart and mind spin into a panic. His feet kept on moving up one step after the other, his sneakers thumping against each one.
And then he looked at her.
Rose kept her line of sight in front of her, focusing on the outside so as not to look too much on the inside. And that’s when it fell into place.
He may no longer have the Tardis and time at his disposal. He may have to get a job and sleep and be human, but he’d do it next to her. He would die one day, but he’d do it after living on the slow path with Rose. Part of him feared that she wouldn’t want him, wouldn’t believe that he was who he had always been to her since he was covered in leather, blue-eyed and floppy-eared.
Pushing his fear aside, he reached out and held Rose’s hand, deciding that he would always fight to be with her. Rose stilled in her step and looked over at him. The Doctor could feel his heart beating worryingly fast and before he could ask her if that was what it felt like to have a heart attack, she intertwined her fingers with his and offered him a shy, scared smile. He smiled back at her as they continued climbing the final set of stairs.
***
“Come on in, make yourself at home,” said Rose as she opened the door to her very spacious flat. She left him in the doorway as she dropped her keys into a bowl on a table. He hardly noticed it as the soft yellow color of the walls made him think of the coral struts in his Tardis. The memory both pained and delighted him. He half expected the coat closet to be bright Tardis blue, but it was a bright white instead.
She disappeared to what he saw was the kitchen and heard some clinking and then the rush of water from a pitcher. The Doctor stood awkwardly at the entrance of the kitchen which was shared with being the entrance to a living room. There was a large flat screen television, a dark blue sofa that appeared to be the length of his body and plush beige carpeting. It all looked very posh, but he found that it lacked something.
His pensiveness was thwarted when Rose walked to him, handing him a glass of water. He took it gratefully as he suddenly realized that he was very thirsty.
“Go ahead then, have a seat,” her voice sounded strained, a bit hurried even. As if to motivate him, she rounded about her lonely piece of furniture and sat down and looked at him expectantly. He rushed forward and down on the sofa so quickly that he dribbled some water he had in his mouth down his chin.
Rose smiled and chuckled despite herself and leaned forward to wipe the droplets from his chin. He sat very still as her touch reminded him of their heated kiss on the beach. His heart thumped loudly in his ears and he felt his palms perspire. How irritating.
Then, she just stopped. Her smile lifted from her face and in place of it there was a look so hauntingly pained that he hardly knew what to do with it. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even attempt it, she interrupted him.
“You must be starvin’ yeah? I think I’ll order us something.”
And with that she offered him a weary smile and stood up as she walked towards the kitchen where he heard a drawer being opened and a phone being dialed.
He turned around slightly so that his back was against the sofa’s armrest. Rose was facing away from him, busy on the phone.
The Doctor knew that nothing stopped him from getting up and going to her. Nothing would stop him again from having what he wanted.
Except, of course, for Rose herself.
***
Two
Pairing: Human Doctor/Rose, mentioning of Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose
Rating: Teen
Timeline: After Journey's End
Summary: The Doctor is traveling on new territory - a human body with a very human single heart, no Tardis, and no time & space. But there's Rose - and all the emotions that resurface with her return. All he wants to do is be with her - but it's not going to be that easy.
A/N: I'll have a bit more time to write now and this story has been on the back burner for quite awhile. It's my first time writing the human Doctor and I must say that I'm rather enjoying it. Can't say how often it will be updated - but I won't neglect it, I promise :) Also, before I worry any more readers, this story is not the doom and gloom it appears to be :)
Want to read from the beginning? Start here
***
The Doctor didn’t know what to do with…anything.
His hands were useless, his single heart was unnerving him and his hair…was just not cooperating. He stole a glance at Rose as they walked up the stairs to her flat. Concentrating on each step, she held onto the rail and her mouth was set at a pout. Her golden hair, the color different than he remembered, framed her lovely face. It was a face that had grown slightly older, but retained the beauty that would always uniquely belong to Rose Tyler.
The Doctor wanted her to look at him, to grab his hand - just so he could feel like he belonged somewhere. The feeling overwhelmed him - it was the feeling of being utterly alien. He smiled sadly at the thought - it slowly melted into a scowl. Must have been what Rose felt like, he thought. The Doctor looked over at her, taking note of the sadness etched in her features and the silence that enveloped them. Maybe she was still feeling that way.
Even if she had done those things, held his hand or tried an attempt at pointless chatter, he probably would have remained silent. There was still so much around in his massive-yet-different mind. He was angry at how he’d handled everything: the genocide, and leaving Rose without a proper explanation. Add to it the fact that he’d never see Donna - at least, not the proper Donna - again. And he still had room for more immediate worries, such as the fact that he was, for the most part, quite human. His single heart would beat one single beat after the other until that one day in which it wouldn’t. There would be no more regenerations, no new faces and quirks to get used to. No Tardis or universes, no more running. He felt his heart and mind spin into a panic. His feet kept on moving up one step after the other, his sneakers thumping against each one.
And then he looked at her.
Rose kept her line of sight in front of her, focusing on the outside so as not to look too much on the inside. And that’s when it fell into place.
He may no longer have the Tardis and time at his disposal. He may have to get a job and sleep and be human, but he’d do it next to her. He would die one day, but he’d do it after living on the slow path with Rose. Part of him feared that she wouldn’t want him, wouldn’t believe that he was who he had always been to her since he was covered in leather, blue-eyed and floppy-eared.
Pushing his fear aside, he reached out and held Rose’s hand, deciding that he would always fight to be with her. Rose stilled in her step and looked over at him. The Doctor could feel his heart beating worryingly fast and before he could ask her if that was what it felt like to have a heart attack, she intertwined her fingers with his and offered him a shy, scared smile. He smiled back at her as they continued climbing the final set of stairs.
***
“Come on in, make yourself at home,” said Rose as she opened the door to her very spacious flat. She left him in the doorway as she dropped her keys into a bowl on a table. He hardly noticed it as the soft yellow color of the walls made him think of the coral struts in his Tardis. The memory both pained and delighted him. He half expected the coat closet to be bright Tardis blue, but it was a bright white instead.
She disappeared to what he saw was the kitchen and heard some clinking and then the rush of water from a pitcher. The Doctor stood awkwardly at the entrance of the kitchen which was shared with being the entrance to a living room. There was a large flat screen television, a dark blue sofa that appeared to be the length of his body and plush beige carpeting. It all looked very posh, but he found that it lacked something.
His pensiveness was thwarted when Rose walked to him, handing him a glass of water. He took it gratefully as he suddenly realized that he was very thirsty.
“Go ahead then, have a seat,” her voice sounded strained, a bit hurried even. As if to motivate him, she rounded about her lonely piece of furniture and sat down and looked at him expectantly. He rushed forward and down on the sofa so quickly that he dribbled some water he had in his mouth down his chin.
Rose smiled and chuckled despite herself and leaned forward to wipe the droplets from his chin. He sat very still as her touch reminded him of their heated kiss on the beach. His heart thumped loudly in his ears and he felt his palms perspire. How irritating.
Then, she just stopped. Her smile lifted from her face and in place of it there was a look so hauntingly pained that he hardly knew what to do with it. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even attempt it, she interrupted him.
“You must be starvin’ yeah? I think I’ll order us something.”
And with that she offered him a weary smile and stood up as she walked towards the kitchen where he heard a drawer being opened and a phone being dialed.
He turned around slightly so that his back was against the sofa’s armrest. Rose was facing away from him, busy on the phone.
The Doctor knew that nothing stopped him from getting up and going to her. Nothing would stop him again from having what he wanted.
Except, of course, for Rose herself.
***
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