Standing Still 1/1
Title: Standing Still
Prompt: hero
Pairing: TenII/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: After
Summary: He wishes he could make a difference.
A/N: Thanks to bluedragonhawk for the prompt!
Standing Still
“That was truly fantastic Smith, really, it was great!”
“Way to go!”
The words drifted around him and at him and all he could do was smile. It was both embarrassing him and making him impatient. All he did was create a special compound that could coat each of the field agent’s clothing so that no material, whether it be rain or acid, could penetrate to their skin. He was still working on tweaking it so that the skin itself could be covered with it. He didn’t understand what they were making a fuss about.
He quietly made his way to the elevator and let out a sigh of relief when he found it empty. The Doctor did his best in sneaking through the lobby and out the side door of Torchwood so as not to get any more attention.
It wasn’t as if he were saving a species or planets or even a fuzzy animal. All he did was what he always did at Torchwood - sit in his lab, goggles covering his eyes, and concentrate on the beakers in front of him while Rose was out there, risking her life, day after day.
He chose to walk home, enjoying being out in the open instead of in his lab. The Doctor sighed and then smiled reluctantly. He’d be lying if he said he hated his job. It was quite the opposite, actually. There was something about the standing still - about he creating something that gave him a thrill.
Still, he thought, it didn’t compare to what the others, what Rose, did every day out in the field.
Before he realized it, he was already at their place. He looked up; it never ceased to amaze him how tall the tower was. He went inside and made his way to the 23rd floor.
He typed in the digit password into the keypad and made his way into the flat. There were sounds coming from the kitchen and he smiled because he knew Rose was home.
“Doctor?” she yelled over the clinking of silverware in the sink.
The name made him smile. It didn’t seem to matter that everyone was calling him John or Dr. Smith - she continued calling him by his given namesake.
“Yeah, I’m home,” he dropped his things on the couch and went to her. She was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt and cut off shorts. No shoes, so her toes were bare - toenails covered in black nail polish. Despite his feelings of inadequacy, he smiled brilliantly as he hugged her from behind.
She chuckled and let go of the dish in her hand. Instead she gave his arms a squeeze.
Rose turned around in his arms and gave him a kiss that lingered on his lips. He held her close and dug his head in her golden locks.
“Doctor, are you okay?” she edged back slightly and looked up at him. Her brow crinkled with worry and he kissed the lines as they vanished under his touch.
“Just wish I could go back to saving worlds and people…instead of playing around with chemicals in the lab,” it still amazed him how easily his feelings resurfaced.
Rose stayed in his arms and looked at him with a look that could melt butter. She raised her hand and with a fingertip, she followed the line of his jaw.
“You do save worlds…this world in particular. And you save plenty of people with your creations. And you know what?” she whispered. It made his spine tingle.
“What?” he asked, his thoughts already transforming into other, much, much better ones.
She laughed, as if she already could read where his mind was fleeting to. Her fingertips finding themselves underneath his chin so that he would look into her eyes and know.
“You save me. Everyday.” And the Doctor couldn’t help but notice the tears that formed at the brim of her eyes.
He dipped his head and kissed her. A kiss with all the emotions he could bear to give in a single motion.
Because every day, she saved him too
Prompt: hero
Pairing: TenII/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: After
Summary: He wishes he could make a difference.
A/N: Thanks to bluedragonhawk for the prompt!
Standing Still
“That was truly fantastic Smith, really, it was great!”
“Way to go!”
The words drifted around him and at him and all he could do was smile. It was both embarrassing him and making him impatient. All he did was create a special compound that could coat each of the field agent’s clothing so that no material, whether it be rain or acid, could penetrate to their skin. He was still working on tweaking it so that the skin itself could be covered with it. He didn’t understand what they were making a fuss about.
He quietly made his way to the elevator and let out a sigh of relief when he found it empty. The Doctor did his best in sneaking through the lobby and out the side door of Torchwood so as not to get any more attention.
It wasn’t as if he were saving a species or planets or even a fuzzy animal. All he did was what he always did at Torchwood - sit in his lab, goggles covering his eyes, and concentrate on the beakers in front of him while Rose was out there, risking her life, day after day.
He chose to walk home, enjoying being out in the open instead of in his lab. The Doctor sighed and then smiled reluctantly. He’d be lying if he said he hated his job. It was quite the opposite, actually. There was something about the standing still - about he creating something that gave him a thrill.
Still, he thought, it didn’t compare to what the others, what Rose, did every day out in the field.
Before he realized it, he was already at their place. He looked up; it never ceased to amaze him how tall the tower was. He went inside and made his way to the 23rd floor.
He typed in the digit password into the keypad and made his way into the flat. There were sounds coming from the kitchen and he smiled because he knew Rose was home.
“Doctor?” she yelled over the clinking of silverware in the sink.
The name made him smile. It didn’t seem to matter that everyone was calling him John or Dr. Smith - she continued calling him by his given namesake.
“Yeah, I’m home,” he dropped his things on the couch and went to her. She was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt and cut off shorts. No shoes, so her toes were bare - toenails covered in black nail polish. Despite his feelings of inadequacy, he smiled brilliantly as he hugged her from behind.
She chuckled and let go of the dish in her hand. Instead she gave his arms a squeeze.
Rose turned around in his arms and gave him a kiss that lingered on his lips. He held her close and dug his head in her golden locks.
“Doctor, are you okay?” she edged back slightly and looked up at him. Her brow crinkled with worry and he kissed the lines as they vanished under his touch.
“Just wish I could go back to saving worlds and people…instead of playing around with chemicals in the lab,” it still amazed him how easily his feelings resurfaced.
Rose stayed in his arms and looked at him with a look that could melt butter. She raised her hand and with a fingertip, she followed the line of his jaw.
“You do save worlds…this world in particular. And you save plenty of people with your creations. And you know what?” she whispered. It made his spine tingle.
“What?” he asked, his thoughts already transforming into other, much, much better ones.
She laughed, as if she already could read where his mind was fleeting to. Her fingertips finding themselves underneath his chin so that he would look into her eyes and know.
“You save me. Everyday.” And the Doctor couldn’t help but notice the tears that formed at the brim of her eyes.
He dipped his head and kissed her. A kiss with all the emotions he could bear to give in a single motion.
Because every day, she saved him too