Moments 12/14
Title: Moments 12/14
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose, glimpses of Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Time Line: "Rose" to "Doomsday"
Summary: What happened between the first time the Doctor asked Rose to join him and when he came back the second time?
A/N: I don't own Doctor Who - I just like to play with it sometimes. Keep in mind, I write very short chapters :D
Want to read it from the beginning? You can find it here on my master fic list :)
***
He stepped out to find himself crushed against another door.
Why did it always have to be a cupboard??
Trapped between the Tardis and the cupboard door, he somehow managed to feel in his jacket pocket for his sonic screwdriver. He aimed its sonic hum at the door's lock. A click and the next thing he knew he was falling forward, ending up on the hard metal floor.
The Doctor got up, placed his screwdriver back in its place and rubbed at his forehead. He looked around. There was gray and yellow metal, huge red buttons and wheels on doors. He could hear rumbling off in the distance below him. There was a window near his right. He walked over and leaned against it. Looking up he saw...
His eyes bulged. Was that…a black hole?
That was impossible.
He looked down, his forehead pressed against the glass. There was rock and darkness below.
Removing himself from the window, he looked around, hoping to hear some noise of some kind. In a steady stride he walked up to the nearest door, pushing the red button and turning a wheel to get through. Closing the door behind him, he saw that there were a few men and Rose just ahead of him. He felt a slight panic in his hearts, but quickly realized that they hadn’t seen him because they were quite preoccupied, and huddled around a computer screen. The Doctor quickly hid behind a column of thick pipes and peered around it to look at them.
The men were now talking amongst themselves and Rose was still staring blankly at the screen, a forgotten message radio in her hand. It may have been fleeting for others, but in her eyes he saw that there was something missing. Maybe it was more than one thing…but there was definitely something amiss. He knew she was hurting before, but was she hurting still? What other things had happened between them? She obviously forgave him enough to continue traveling with him. He frowned slightly at the realization.
There was something else in her eyes and in her pout. Something he had seen a bit of before…
The Doctor was distracted suddenly when the men around Rose became agitated and started yelling at her to go with them. Who were these men and why hadn’t the floppy haired him come by already?
“I’m not going,” she said, an almost whisper with confidence ringing in every word.
The men looked at each other. "Rose, there's space for you," said the slightly muscular man of the three. His voice held a tenderness beneath its authority.
For being a genius, he was completely confused at the turn of events. Where was Rose not going? Why did the men want to take her?
Rose sadness deepened and the Doctor's nerves sparked at their ends at the sight. Then her quivering voice rang through his hearts, "No, I'm gonna wait for the Doctor, just like he'd wait for me."
The Doctor’s ears perked at the sound of his name. Obviously, wherever he was, he wasn’t expected to be back any time soon. He tried to ignore the tingling that had flared at his nerve endings at the sound of Rose's voice and her words. They couldn't be true.
It just...couldn't.
He wasn’t convinced that he should go back for her. If shown to her, would she think that all this pain so far would be worth it? She was a young human, she could do so much - it didn’t necessarily have to happen because of or with him.
The Doctor chose to ignore the tingles of pain that carved into his hearts.
He didn’t know what was happening, but these men were obviously escaping from some danger. He willed Rose to join them. Much like the happenings he’d seen on Satellite 5, he wanted her safe, above all things.
"I'm sorry, but he's dead," the words fell like steel against the metal grating.
What?
"You don't know him."
Her voice was etched was such sadness and confidence that it barely covered the sound of her tears. The tears melted with her voice and they halted his quickly beating hearts and racing mind.
"Cause he's not. I'm telling you, he's not. And even if he was, how could I leave him...all on his own, all the way down there? No. I'm...I'm gonna stay."
The words warmed his hearts, filling them. After how desolate they had become, it staggered him to feel them so.
They were said with twinges of worry, but with momentous confidence. Confidence in her Doctor. How could she still trust him, after everything? After stealing her from her life? After ruining it?
He didn’t know when this human had become who she was to him, but he could feel the change in him beginning already.
The men behind her looked at her like she was a fool. The Doctor’s fists balled up, his knuckles turning white.
He heard the man in charge apologize with the same tenderness and control he had possessed before. It was then when the two men behind Rose seized her. She kicked and screamed. The Doctor fought against his urge to take her from their grasp. They injected her with what the Doctor realized was a sedative and then they carried her out, her body hanging limply from the man's shoulders.
Despite his future's unknown whereabouts and the visual of Rose's body practically lifeless - the scene brought a smile to his face.
What a fantastic little human. The human race was fragile and tiny compared to the whole of existence, but their will, their fight, always made him stand in awe of them. They were, after all, his favorite species.
He had forgotten that until this moment. Perhaps earlier, but this was the true embodiment of what the human race could do.
Rose would have continued fighting for him. She would have raved and kicked and screamed to stay with him. He had forgotten what it was like…to be trusted…believed in…and…
He shook the forbidden words from his mind and walked back toward the cupboard.
***
Thirteen
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose, glimpses of Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Time Line: "Rose" to "Doomsday"
Summary: What happened between the first time the Doctor asked Rose to join him and when he came back the second time?
A/N: I don't own Doctor Who - I just like to play with it sometimes. Keep in mind, I write very short chapters :D
Want to read it from the beginning? You can find it here on my master fic list :)
***
He stepped out to find himself crushed against another door.
Why did it always have to be a cupboard??
Trapped between the Tardis and the cupboard door, he somehow managed to feel in his jacket pocket for his sonic screwdriver. He aimed its sonic hum at the door's lock. A click and the next thing he knew he was falling forward, ending up on the hard metal floor.
The Doctor got up, placed his screwdriver back in its place and rubbed at his forehead. He looked around. There was gray and yellow metal, huge red buttons and wheels on doors. He could hear rumbling off in the distance below him. There was a window near his right. He walked over and leaned against it. Looking up he saw...
His eyes bulged. Was that…a black hole?
That was impossible.
He looked down, his forehead pressed against the glass. There was rock and darkness below.
Removing himself from the window, he looked around, hoping to hear some noise of some kind. In a steady stride he walked up to the nearest door, pushing the red button and turning a wheel to get through. Closing the door behind him, he saw that there were a few men and Rose just ahead of him. He felt a slight panic in his hearts, but quickly realized that they hadn’t seen him because they were quite preoccupied, and huddled around a computer screen. The Doctor quickly hid behind a column of thick pipes and peered around it to look at them.
The men were now talking amongst themselves and Rose was still staring blankly at the screen, a forgotten message radio in her hand. It may have been fleeting for others, but in her eyes he saw that there was something missing. Maybe it was more than one thing…but there was definitely something amiss. He knew she was hurting before, but was she hurting still? What other things had happened between them? She obviously forgave him enough to continue traveling with him. He frowned slightly at the realization.
There was something else in her eyes and in her pout. Something he had seen a bit of before…
The Doctor was distracted suddenly when the men around Rose became agitated and started yelling at her to go with them. Who were these men and why hadn’t the floppy haired him come by already?
“I’m not going,” she said, an almost whisper with confidence ringing in every word.
The men looked at each other. "Rose, there's space for you," said the slightly muscular man of the three. His voice held a tenderness beneath its authority.
For being a genius, he was completely confused at the turn of events. Where was Rose not going? Why did the men want to take her?
Rose sadness deepened and the Doctor's nerves sparked at their ends at the sight. Then her quivering voice rang through his hearts, "No, I'm gonna wait for the Doctor, just like he'd wait for me."
The Doctor’s ears perked at the sound of his name. Obviously, wherever he was, he wasn’t expected to be back any time soon. He tried to ignore the tingling that had flared at his nerve endings at the sound of Rose's voice and her words. They couldn't be true.
It just...couldn't.
He wasn’t convinced that he should go back for her. If shown to her, would she think that all this pain so far would be worth it? She was a young human, she could do so much - it didn’t necessarily have to happen because of or with him.
The Doctor chose to ignore the tingles of pain that carved into his hearts.
He didn’t know what was happening, but these men were obviously escaping from some danger. He willed Rose to join them. Much like the happenings he’d seen on Satellite 5, he wanted her safe, above all things.
"I'm sorry, but he's dead," the words fell like steel against the metal grating.
What?
"You don't know him."
Her voice was etched was such sadness and confidence that it barely covered the sound of her tears. The tears melted with her voice and they halted his quickly beating hearts and racing mind.
"Cause he's not. I'm telling you, he's not. And even if he was, how could I leave him...all on his own, all the way down there? No. I'm...I'm gonna stay."
The words warmed his hearts, filling them. After how desolate they had become, it staggered him to feel them so.
They were said with twinges of worry, but with momentous confidence. Confidence in her Doctor. How could she still trust him, after everything? After stealing her from her life? After ruining it?
He didn’t know when this human had become who she was to him, but he could feel the change in him beginning already.
The men behind her looked at her like she was a fool. The Doctor’s fists balled up, his knuckles turning white.
He heard the man in charge apologize with the same tenderness and control he had possessed before. It was then when the two men behind Rose seized her. She kicked and screamed. The Doctor fought against his urge to take her from their grasp. They injected her with what the Doctor realized was a sedative and then they carried her out, her body hanging limply from the man's shoulders.
Despite his future's unknown whereabouts and the visual of Rose's body practically lifeless - the scene brought a smile to his face.
What a fantastic little human. The human race was fragile and tiny compared to the whole of existence, but their will, their fight, always made him stand in awe of them. They were, after all, his favorite species.
He had forgotten that until this moment. Perhaps earlier, but this was the true embodiment of what the human race could do.
Rose would have continued fighting for him. She would have raved and kicked and screamed to stay with him. He had forgotten what it was like…to be trusted…believed in…and…
He shook the forbidden words from his mind and walked back toward the cupboard.
***
Thirteen