Ah, but once he understands why, they're going to have a ball discussing the differences between her history and his. I think he would find it fascinating.
That would be one interesting thing for her to do with her more quiet life... write up the history of her original world (at least between what she, Mickey and Jackie know of it) as some of those Harry Turtledove-style alternate history science fiction novels.
Prin AAltT S3 Comments 1 of 2principiaAugust 1 2008, 15:29:36 UTC
AKA 'A Donne Thing'
…she’d emerged only long enough to collect her bags from the hotel…
I'll bet that was some interesting walking.
…he’d taken the opportunity to visit the chemist and the grocer, so they’d not have to leave the house again, if they didn’t want to.
*picturing the look on the cashier's face when he rolls up looking like he's getting ready to winter over in Antarctica - to say nothing of the condom purchase*
'I can just take a unopened case from the back. Wouldn't want to put you to all the trouble of restocking the shelf.'
This morning, a week to the day since they’d found each other again, they were curled together in his living room; he was reading an old collection of Donne’s works, whilst she was frowning as she read the morning papers.
Aw, they're like an old married couple already. That's so sweet.
…the bowls containing the remnants of their cereal from earlier that morning were set precariously on the edge of the low coffee table.
Oh, dear heavens, don't tell me neither of them can cook. Is Prof!Peter a
( ... )
Re: Prin AAltT S3 Comments 1 of 2jlrpuck_ficAugust 1 2008, 20:39:16 UTC
AKA 'A Donne Thing'
I've been wracking my brain for a way to title the alternate stories, actually. *sigh*
Aw, they're like an old married couple already. That's so sweet.
They took a while to get here--but now that they're together, they're moving at the speed of light.
Oh, dear heavens, don't tell me neither of them can cook.
Peter never *had* to learn to cook in this version of PW. I suppose, since his wife passed, he's learned to make some basics. But this Peter'll not be making a supper of trout almandine anytime soon.
Is Prof!Peter a Weetabix man, or something more along the lines of Coco Pops Moons & Stars (aka Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs)?
Pre-widowhood, he was Weetabix. Post-widowhood, he regressed to chocolate frosted sugar bombs.
They're not wasting any more time, are they? *huggles*
No way, no how. They're both upset they've already wasted so much time, and they're doing their darndest to make up for it.
I can imagine having to start one's historical knowledge all over again from scratch would be just a
( ... )
Re: Prin AAltT S3 Comments 1 of 2principiaAugust 1 2008, 21:35:11 UTC
Peter never *had* to learn to cook in this version of PW.
He's an academic. I'm sure it's all dining hall cuisine and faculty dinners, supplemented with takeaway. XP
And knowing academic types, he probably packs away even more than Peter does!
They're both upset they've already wasted so much time, and they're doing their darndest to make up for it.
They've both learned that lesson well prior even to their first meeting.
He's already twigged to the fact that the torso scars *couldn't* have come from her skiing accident; Rose knows he's worked that out, too, but had to tell him *something*.
Yeah, torso scars like that aren't so likely unless her skiing accident had involved being impaled on a tree or something, in which case she'd have been more injured than she was.
Peter actually went for a stag do, years and years before.
Benedorm, then, eh? Ugh.
I think she will, now ;)
I just hope Grounded!Rose doesn't hold a lot of insecurity for being the mate of a Professor without holding so much as an O-level here. *sigh*
Re: Prin AAltT S3 Comments 1 of 2jvgymnastAugust 2 2008, 02:58:46 UTC
Pre-widowhood, he was Weetabix. Post-widowhood, he regressed to chocolate frosted sugar bombs. You know, Weetabix does come in chocolate chip...
I'm picturing her left ankle being criss-crossed with surgical scars as well. They'd have faded to being barely there color-wise, except for being raised lines by now.
He's already twigged to the fact that the torso scars *couldn't* have come from her skiing accident So what's his working theory?
Prin AAltT S3 Comments 2 of 2principiaAugust 1 2008, 15:30:11 UTC
She turned, glancing up at him. “You’re thinking. You do that arm thing-‘s very soothing. But it’s a dead giveaway that something’s bothering you.”
Ah yup. Plus ça change…
He couldn’t help but smile as he saw what he had turned to, and began to read to Rose.
I was going to say, it's a little late for The Flea. Hee.
“I...I’ve never had someone do that. Read poetry to me. ‘s…a bit weird.” She blushed further, and he closed the book, his finger marking the page.
I'm now seeing Mickey climbing up that fountain from Rose and trying to recite Sonnet 18 to her in a loud, cod Shakespearean accent. That'd be enough to put anyone off. *snerk*
“’m just - I’m not used to it. To being read to. And poetry…seems like something out of a novel. ‘s a bit…awkward.” She turned, ducking her chin.
Grounded!Rose doesn't think she deserves that sort of attention. *sigh*
Her eyes darkened as she met his gaze. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered, her voice suddenly husky.
The gauntlet is thrown! Bwah!
They’d made love every day but one……spending
( ... )
Re: Prin AAltT S3 Comments 2 of 2jlrpuck_ficAugust 1 2008, 20:43:48 UTC
Ah yup. Plus ça change…
*g*
I was going to say, it's a little late for The Flea. Hee.
There were a boatload of early Donne's that I couldn't use, simply because he's not said he loves her yet. Damnit. all in due course, however.
Grounded!Rose doesn't think she deserves that sort of attention. *sigh*
Very true. She views herself as a broken thing, poor dear--even though she's still about a million times more capable than just about anyone in Torchwood.
Whut? ... She hasn't worked out any hiding places yet? ;D
Not quite yet. No, for this first week or two together, the condoms are in the bedroom. And thus, they have to make it to the bedroom in order to make love.
That'll change, eventually ;)
And then, oh my.
Someone kind of tossed the idea out there (not pointing fingers, nope), and I couldn't resist.
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*g*
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*grins* Neither can I. I really do enjoy these AUs within AUs.
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It's a lot of fun, playing with the variation on the theme. A lot of fun *g*
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That would be one interesting thing for her to do with her more quiet life... write up the history of her original world (at least between what she, Mickey and Jackie know of it) as some of those Harry Turtledove-style alternate history science fiction novels.
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Oh, of course. And she'd have to consult with Prof!Peter, naturally. They'd be the best husband-wife writing team since Peter Morwood and Diane Duane.
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…she’d emerged only long enough to collect her bags from the hotel…
I'll bet that was some interesting walking.
…he’d taken the opportunity to visit the chemist and the grocer, so they’d not have to leave the house again, if they didn’t want to.
*picturing the look on the cashier's face when he rolls up looking like he's getting ready to winter over in Antarctica - to say nothing of the condom purchase*
'I can just take a unopened case from the back. Wouldn't want to put you to all the trouble of restocking the shelf.'
This morning, a week to the day since they’d found each other again, they were curled together in his living room; he was reading an old collection of Donne’s works, whilst she was frowning as she read the morning papers.
Aw, they're like an old married couple already. That's so sweet.
…the bowls containing the remnants of their cereal from earlier that morning were set precariously on the edge of the low coffee table.
Oh, dear heavens, don't tell me neither of them can cook. Is Prof!Peter a ( ... )
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I've been wracking my brain for a way to title the alternate stories, actually. *sigh*
Aw, they're like an old married couple already. That's so sweet.
They took a while to get here--but now that they're together, they're moving at the speed of light.
Oh, dear heavens, don't tell me neither of them can cook.
Peter never *had* to learn to cook in this version of PW. I suppose, since his wife passed, he's learned to make some basics. But this Peter'll not be making a supper of trout almandine anytime soon.
Is Prof!Peter a Weetabix man, or something more along the lines of Coco Pops Moons & Stars (aka Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs)?
Pre-widowhood, he was Weetabix. Post-widowhood, he regressed to chocolate frosted sugar bombs.
They're not wasting any more time, are they? *huggles*
No way, no how. They're both upset they've already wasted so much time, and they're doing their darndest to make up for it.
I can imagine having to start one's historical knowledge all over again from scratch would be just a ( ... )
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He's an academic. I'm sure it's all dining hall cuisine and faculty dinners, supplemented with takeaway. XP
And knowing academic types, he probably packs away even more than Peter does!
They're both upset they've already wasted so much time, and they're doing their darndest to make up for it.
They've both learned that lesson well prior even to their first meeting.
He's already twigged to the fact that the torso scars *couldn't* have come from her skiing accident; Rose knows he's worked that out, too, but had to tell him *something*.
Yeah, torso scars like that aren't so likely unless her skiing accident had involved being impaled on a tree or something, in which case she'd have been more injured than she was.
Peter actually went for a stag do, years and years before.
Benedorm, then, eh? Ugh.
I think she will, now ;)
I just hope Grounded!Rose doesn't hold a lot of insecurity for being the mate of a Professor without holding so much as an O-level here. *sigh*
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You know, Weetabix does come in chocolate chip...
I'm picturing her left ankle being criss-crossed with surgical scars as well.
They'd have faded to being barely there color-wise, except for being raised lines by now.
He's already twigged to the fact that the torso scars *couldn't* have come from her skiing accident
So what's his working theory?
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Ah yup. Plus ça change…
He couldn’t help but smile as he saw what he had turned to, and began to read to Rose.
I was going to say, it's a little late for The Flea. Hee.
“I...I’ve never had someone do that. Read poetry to me. ‘s…a bit weird.” She blushed further, and he closed the book, his finger marking the page.
I'm now seeing Mickey climbing up that fountain from Rose and trying to recite Sonnet 18 to her in a loud, cod Shakespearean accent. That'd be enough to put anyone off. *snerk*
“’m just - I’m not used to it. To being read to. And poetry…seems like something out of a novel. ‘s a bit…awkward.” She turned, ducking her chin.
Grounded!Rose doesn't think she deserves that sort of attention. *sigh*
Her eyes darkened as she met his gaze. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered, her voice suddenly husky.
The gauntlet is thrown! Bwah!
They’d made love every day but one……spending ( ... )
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*g*
I was going to say, it's a little late for The Flea. Hee.
There were a boatload of early Donne's that I couldn't use, simply because he's not said he loves her yet. Damnit. all in due course, however.
Grounded!Rose doesn't think she deserves that sort of attention. *sigh*
Very true. She views herself as a broken thing, poor dear--even though she's still about a million times more capable than just about anyone in Torchwood.
Whut? ... She hasn't worked out any hiding places yet? ;D
Not quite yet. No, for this first week or two together, the condoms are in the bedroom. And thus, they have to make it to the bedroom in order to make love.
That'll change, eventually ;)
And then, oh my.
Someone kind of tossed the idea out there (not pointing fingers, nope), and I couldn't resist.
They are going to have so much fun together!
Oh yes. Yes, they are.
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*looks around innocently*
So, on the subject of that drabble... do you think Rose started out by trussing him up and reading him poetry? Heh.
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Without question. And I think I know *exactly* when it happens.
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