30 Thoughts - Rose 2/6
Title: 30 Thoughts - Rose Part 2/6
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: Rose chose to travel with a madman in a pretty blue box. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
Book
She never used to read before. It wasn’t because she was dumb. Well, she hoped to think that wasn’t the reason. There just wasn’t any reason for her to read. She hadn’t gone on to the university, mistakenly choosing to live with that idiot Jimmy Stone instead. She mentally kicked herself each time she thought of it - she could have done so much for herself. What if the Doctor had never come along? What would have happened to her then? Would have probably married Mickey, had a couple of kids by now, she thought sadly. Not that it would have been a horrible life, but since being with the Doctor…she couldn’t imagine living like that anymore.
And so, books weren’t important. But now…having seen everything she had seen - there was a desire in her to know more. When confronted by those rare days in which they’d be stuck in the vortex, unmoving until the Doctor finished with his tinkering, she took to reading on the library sofa, one of the many books offered by his collection. She knew the Doctor was pleased with this; she would often catch a glint of pride when he saw her reading. His faith in her, the fact that he seemed to believe in her, it made her heart heavy with emotion. No one had ever looked at her that way before - and she doubted that even if they had, that it would have meant as much as when he did.
Glasses
Those glasses, she thought. There was something about how the Doctor wore those brainy specs of his that made her heart melt. The previous Doctor didn’t wear glasses and she knew for a fact that this Doctor didn’t need to wear them either, he simply liked them. She never protested of course. They made him look…even more attractive, if that was possible. She had tried them on once…didn’t seem to have the same effect when she looked at herself in the mirror. It probably isn't the glasses themselves, she thought, but the man wearing them.
Sex
“Mum! How can you even ask that!? This is NOTHING like that!” Rose yelled at her mother, horrified at her question.
Jackie, unflustered, merely shrugged her shoulders, “I just wanted to know if you and the Doctor have had sex yet. That’s all. You don’t need to get all…strange abou’ it.”
Rose could feel the blood rushing to her head in embarrassment. She knew that people often thought she and the Doctor were together, but it really wasn’t like that. Unfortunately, she thought. Her mother continued talking about something else, but Rose couldn’t stop thinking of the possibility of moving forward with the Doctor. Not about sex, though…no no no, scolded Rose. This wasn’t about sex. What she wanted with the Doctor was much more important and much better than sex.
Music
She remembers that night during the air raid when she and her first Doctor had been stuck in the basement of that hospital. He had been working hard at trying to resonate the concrete or something with his sonic screwdriver without success. Jack had streamed music to the tiny ancient radio in the room, a soft dance number. It was then where she asked her Doctor to dance. He had looked startled at first, but never once looked away from her. He had been upset when she assumed that he didn’t do “dinner and dancing.” The Doctor’s jealousy at Jack’s flirting had been quite entertaining. But in all honesty, she really hadn’t thought that he did the whole “dinner and dancing” bit. So, she wanted to see for herself what the Doctor could do. It was quite ballsy of her, now that she thought back on it. He had stepped closer to her, reached around her waist tightly, their hands clasped together and they moved all of one step, their eyes burning into a look that she couldn’t describe. After Jack had teleported them, which they hadn’t even noticed had happened, she realized that what they were doing hadn’t felt like dancing. It felt like something else entirely.
Powerful
Rose had seen the Doctor at his best and worst moments. He could be funny, goofily or sarcastically. He was quite cute, whether it was with his big ears as her first Doctor or with floppy hair like her current Doctor. He was emotional, like when he thought he had lost her time and time again or when he saw Sarah Jane, or when he lost Madame de Pompadour. He could get mad, like when Rose tended to wander off alone. And oh, he was so brilliant. There was no use providing evidence because the man embodied intelligence. The Doctor was open with calling himself clever, but the truth was that…yes, he was very clever. But above all, and though she could often forget since all his other qualities were ever so present, the Doctor was quite powerful. It had scared her to see the Oncoming Storm in his eyes the few times she had, but it made her tremble in the best way as well.
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Okay, I must admit that at the end of Sex I really wanted to add "but sex wouldn't be such a bad idea" or "not that she'd mind the sex" haha :)
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: Rose chose to travel with a madman in a pretty blue box. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
Book
She never used to read before. It wasn’t because she was dumb. Well, she hoped to think that wasn’t the reason. There just wasn’t any reason for her to read. She hadn’t gone on to the university, mistakenly choosing to live with that idiot Jimmy Stone instead. She mentally kicked herself each time she thought of it - she could have done so much for herself. What if the Doctor had never come along? What would have happened to her then? Would have probably married Mickey, had a couple of kids by now, she thought sadly. Not that it would have been a horrible life, but since being with the Doctor…she couldn’t imagine living like that anymore.
And so, books weren’t important. But now…having seen everything she had seen - there was a desire in her to know more. When confronted by those rare days in which they’d be stuck in the vortex, unmoving until the Doctor finished with his tinkering, she took to reading on the library sofa, one of the many books offered by his collection. She knew the Doctor was pleased with this; she would often catch a glint of pride when he saw her reading. His faith in her, the fact that he seemed to believe in her, it made her heart heavy with emotion. No one had ever looked at her that way before - and she doubted that even if they had, that it would have meant as much as when he did.
Glasses
Those glasses, she thought. There was something about how the Doctor wore those brainy specs of his that made her heart melt. The previous Doctor didn’t wear glasses and she knew for a fact that this Doctor didn’t need to wear them either, he simply liked them. She never protested of course. They made him look…even more attractive, if that was possible. She had tried them on once…didn’t seem to have the same effect when she looked at herself in the mirror. It probably isn't the glasses themselves, she thought, but the man wearing them.
Sex
“Mum! How can you even ask that!? This is NOTHING like that!” Rose yelled at her mother, horrified at her question.
Jackie, unflustered, merely shrugged her shoulders, “I just wanted to know if you and the Doctor have had sex yet. That’s all. You don’t need to get all…strange abou’ it.”
Rose could feel the blood rushing to her head in embarrassment. She knew that people often thought she and the Doctor were together, but it really wasn’t like that. Unfortunately, she thought. Her mother continued talking about something else, but Rose couldn’t stop thinking of the possibility of moving forward with the Doctor. Not about sex, though…no no no, scolded Rose. This wasn’t about sex. What she wanted with the Doctor was much more important and much better than sex.
Music
She remembers that night during the air raid when she and her first Doctor had been stuck in the basement of that hospital. He had been working hard at trying to resonate the concrete or something with his sonic screwdriver without success. Jack had streamed music to the tiny ancient radio in the room, a soft dance number. It was then where she asked her Doctor to dance. He had looked startled at first, but never once looked away from her. He had been upset when she assumed that he didn’t do “dinner and dancing.” The Doctor’s jealousy at Jack’s flirting had been quite entertaining. But in all honesty, she really hadn’t thought that he did the whole “dinner and dancing” bit. So, she wanted to see for herself what the Doctor could do. It was quite ballsy of her, now that she thought back on it. He had stepped closer to her, reached around her waist tightly, their hands clasped together and they moved all of one step, their eyes burning into a look that she couldn’t describe. After Jack had teleported them, which they hadn’t even noticed had happened, she realized that what they were doing hadn’t felt like dancing. It felt like something else entirely.
Powerful
Rose had seen the Doctor at his best and worst moments. He could be funny, goofily or sarcastically. He was quite cute, whether it was with his big ears as her first Doctor or with floppy hair like her current Doctor. He was emotional, like when he thought he had lost her time and time again or when he saw Sarah Jane, or when he lost Madame de Pompadour. He could get mad, like when Rose tended to wander off alone. And oh, he was so brilliant. There was no use providing evidence because the man embodied intelligence. The Doctor was open with calling himself clever, but the truth was that…yes, he was very clever. But above all, and though she could often forget since all his other qualities were ever so present, the Doctor was quite powerful. It had scared her to see the Oncoming Storm in his eyes the few times she had, but it made her tremble in the best way as well.
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Okay, I must admit that at the end of Sex I really wanted to add "but sex wouldn't be such a bad idea" or "not that she'd mind the sex" haha :)