Part 04 - Chapter 12 - Old Things New Again
Title: Part 04 - Chapter 12 - Old Things New Again
Author: othermewriter
Chapter Rating: PG Series Rating Adult
Characters: 9/Rose
Disclaimer: not mine, and so not making money from this mores the pity :(
A/N: As mentioned previously am going to start posting again but since I have been gone so long I figured I would break future/past trend and post this on early. Next week I will start back at the late Thursday/early Friday weekly posting Thank you all for bearing with me as I pulled my act back together and now on with the tale.
When we awake the next morning I know everything has changed and smile at Rose as she stirs in her sleep. It is hard to believe that she is now my wife, my mate, truly now my other half. I gently finger the bite mark on her neck I don't remember giving her. In the process, she wakes and it feels like an internal dawn as I feel the bright presence of her mind in mine burst into greater brightness. As her eyes flutter open, she reaches and touches a comparable mark on my own neck and smiles. 'Mine', is her one word thought. I know how very true that claim is for both of us, and I echo it back.
For long moments we both look at each other, neither of us is quite sure what to say about the events of the last two days, but knowing no words are really needed. As the moments draw out, we just look at each other, reveling in the knowledge and the feel of each other and the dawning realization that this completeness is what we will feel for the rest of our lives. We can wake up in each others arms everyday and it is such a lovely thought that neither of us is ready to surrender it to the day, so with her body comfortably tucked in next to mine and her head resting on my shoulder, we instead stay in bed.
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I wake at his touch, delightfully stiff from our exuberant activities of the night before but not nearly as sore as in the past and I figure it has to do with my new physiology. I am still trying to get used to the idea of no more leisurely waking up as, so far, other than that first morning when I was so disoriented, I have yet to do so and I understand from Verity that this is the norm not the exception. One minute I’m asleep the next wide-awake; handy but I do kind of miss the gentle progression. Though waking with no 'morning' breath in the arms of the man I am hopelessly in love with, I don't think that will ever get old.
'Interesting concept, this sleeping humans seem to love so’, comes Verity’s comment and I start just a little bit. It's one thing to logically know you are sharing your mind with someone else; it is entirely different to try to live with the fact. She has been doing this telepathy thing for so much longer than I and so she doesn’t bombard me constantly with her thoughts for which I am very thankful. I feel a sense of apology come from Verity, which doesn't require a reply. Thete's, 'You okay?' does.
Looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes, I give him a rueful smile, and feel his mental preen that I like them. "Yeah, jus' a bit crowded in here these days," I state aloud, deliberately switching to a verbal response trying to reduce the sudden sense of claustrophobia caused by too many people in my head. I am grateful as a moment later he leans back from his protective curl about my body and withdraws mentally until I am left with just the sense of his existence which, as my bond mate, I know will be with me at all times now.
"Better?" is his quiet question and suddenly the physical distance he has just created is too much and I gently pull him back, so I can return to my snuggle against his side. I nod my head in reply, surprising all of us as I begin to cry.
"Rose, what's the matter?" comes his quiet concerned question and I can't say at first why and I just shake my head as the thoughts of how close we came to never having this wash over me. His response is warm and gentle as he pulls me a bit closer, hugging me to him even as I can clearly feel both Verity's and his supportive concern.
As the tightness in my throat begins to ebb a bit with the release of built up stress I am finally able to put into words what it is that has upset me. Swatting his chest, I look up at him and push back so I can look him in the eye. “You nearly died, you git!” I state with all the built up hurt that his action created. “If we hadn’t come back for you, you would have. You pushed us away, and you expected us to live without you!” At that statement, I feel a surge of agreement from Verity and know that without question he has felt it as well. “Don’t you dare ever try to do that again you hear us?”
At his pained look, my heart wrenches, and I suddenly want him never to have that expression on his face again but this, this is too important to let him off the hook.
“Rose, Verity, my sweet Wolf I…” he says reaching for us and we won’t have it.
“No, Theta Sigma Lungburrow! You listen, and you listen well, you will never do that to us again or so help me we will hunt you down and regenerate you ourselves. We will not leave you behind like that again so don’t ask, don’t even think of trying it, it’s not an option. We are in this together to our final regeneration, so you best take good care of yourself because we will not let you leave us behind again and if you do manage it we will follow you regardless of where or when you may go.” At that, his eyes widen, as he knows exactly what we mean, we will follow him into death itself. “Are we clear on this?”
“I...” I glare at him as he looks like he wants to make some excuse. “Yes, very clear.” I can see how uncomfortable he is with this but I will not, we will not, compromise on this issue - we love him too much.
“Good, now…” I give him a cheeky smile and move in to remind him why he should never leave us behind.
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Finally, we can postpone the inevitable no longer and climb from our nest. Time to get back to exploring and to let mum know we will be back soon. Much as we will concern her leaving, I know, now and forever more, my place will be at my Doctor’s side.
My future is now tied unalterably to Verity's and his and I wouldn't have it any other way. From those first excruciatingly painful moments when the essence of the vortex began pouring into my body, burning me with each painfully inhaled breath, I knew things would never be the same. As my senses exploded and I left behind my simple five senses, I knew from that moment that I would experience nothing in the same way, ever again. I rediscover yet again one of the hardest things, besides constantly having someone in my head - the change in tastes and smells as we make breakfast. So many of the foods I pull from the fridge and cupboard seem overpowering and off. Foods that have always gone well together now smell nauseating until finally I can’t help but look at him in frustration. “How do you do this?”
The expression he gives me is an odd one. “Do what Rose?” he says as he cracks an egg on the side of the pan and I suddenly want to gag and step back from the smell.
Holding my nose, I wave at the egg that is beginning to bubble in the hot pan. “Rose?” he asks with a concerned expression on his face, that if the egg didn’t smell quite so vile would be endearing.
“It smells disgusting!” I state, and stare at him in disbelief that it seems to be having no affect at all on him.
‘It really does smell nasty, Theta,’ I hear Verity tell him and he looks back at the pan that he has walked away from at my distress and I feel her turn off the heat beneath the offending object.
The expression on his face is almost comical as he realizes what we are upset about and looks like he is about to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Verity, show Rose about what Romana thought of fried eggs.” Suddenly I get the memory of a beautiful Time Lady, that Verity’s memory tells me is Romana, railing at Thete over exactly how horrid it smelled and how could he even consider putting such a disgusting thing in his mouth. Yet, she had watched him eat every bite in complete fascination and not a small bit of disbelief. Suddenly I am laughing so hard I have tears running down my face at the comical expressions she gave him as she watched.
His expression is sweet and endearing as he watches bemused at my reaction. Suddenly I am crumpling, as I can’t stop laughing feeling panicked as I realize again what a huge and irreversible step I have taken.
I know he can sense the shift as he comes forward and wraps his arms around me quietly rocking me. I love him so very much, but I’m so scared. Everything is different a bit too bright, bit too loud and a bit too …
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Everything feels so odd. Getting used to seeing things as Rose does can be very disorienting at times as she keeps moving in ways that are so very different to that which I am familiar. I am finding it is much easier to just filter out her sensations than try to integrate them but still I know that I am going to have to eventually.
The feeling of lying in our Theta’s arms, though, is sheer bliss and I too regret it when we finally have to get up. As we move to the kitchen to make breakfast things start to get very odd as I feel Rose’s distress over how different things smell with this new body. When Theta begins to fry an egg I also feel the complete revulsion at the smell and feel the roiling of Rose’s stomach as the odor assaults her senses.
It is not until she begins laughing that I know something is very wrong. I feel her legs buckle and both observe as well as feel Theta moving to comfort us in that disorienting feeling of being in two places at the same time to which I am only just starting to grow accustom. Her blood pressure is spiking and I feel all of her senses start to send in far too much information for her to properly process. I have to fight to keep her from dragging me down into unconsciousness with her as she blacks out. It’s only Theta’s panic that keeps me from completely shutting down
Seconds later I feel him scooping her up and heading for the med bay. ‘Verity!’ his mental shouts like a bullhorn and I suddenly realize how badly this is affecting me as well. Forcing myself to concentrate I shut out the sensations coming from Rose.
‘Verity, stick with me! I need you to help me with her. What is going on?’
‘Flux, everything is in flux.’ Even as I try to concentrate enough to explain he is running his sonic screwdriver over her body and taking readings. As he plugs it in to one of the diagnostic devices, I suddenly understand what is happening.
Chapter 13 - Changes
Moving Forward Story Index 1
Author: othermewriter
Chapter Rating: PG Series Rating Adult
Characters: 9/Rose
Disclaimer: not mine, and so not making money from this mores the pity :(
A/N: As mentioned previously am going to start posting again but since I have been gone so long I figured I would break future/past trend and post this on early. Next week I will start back at the late Thursday/early Friday weekly posting Thank you all for bearing with me as I pulled my act back together and now on with the tale.
When we awake the next morning I know everything has changed and smile at Rose as she stirs in her sleep. It is hard to believe that she is now my wife, my mate, truly now my other half. I gently finger the bite mark on her neck I don't remember giving her. In the process, she wakes and it feels like an internal dawn as I feel the bright presence of her mind in mine burst into greater brightness. As her eyes flutter open, she reaches and touches a comparable mark on my own neck and smiles. 'Mine', is her one word thought. I know how very true that claim is for both of us, and I echo it back.
For long moments we both look at each other, neither of us is quite sure what to say about the events of the last two days, but knowing no words are really needed. As the moments draw out, we just look at each other, reveling in the knowledge and the feel of each other and the dawning realization that this completeness is what we will feel for the rest of our lives. We can wake up in each others arms everyday and it is such a lovely thought that neither of us is ready to surrender it to the day, so with her body comfortably tucked in next to mine and her head resting on my shoulder, we instead stay in bed.
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I wake at his touch, delightfully stiff from our exuberant activities of the night before but not nearly as sore as in the past and I figure it has to do with my new physiology. I am still trying to get used to the idea of no more leisurely waking up as, so far, other than that first morning when I was so disoriented, I have yet to do so and I understand from Verity that this is the norm not the exception. One minute I’m asleep the next wide-awake; handy but I do kind of miss the gentle progression. Though waking with no 'morning' breath in the arms of the man I am hopelessly in love with, I don't think that will ever get old.
'Interesting concept, this sleeping humans seem to love so’, comes Verity’s comment and I start just a little bit. It's one thing to logically know you are sharing your mind with someone else; it is entirely different to try to live with the fact. She has been doing this telepathy thing for so much longer than I and so she doesn’t bombard me constantly with her thoughts for which I am very thankful. I feel a sense of apology come from Verity, which doesn't require a reply. Thete's, 'You okay?' does.
Looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes, I give him a rueful smile, and feel his mental preen that I like them. "Yeah, jus' a bit crowded in here these days," I state aloud, deliberately switching to a verbal response trying to reduce the sudden sense of claustrophobia caused by too many people in my head. I am grateful as a moment later he leans back from his protective curl about my body and withdraws mentally until I am left with just the sense of his existence which, as my bond mate, I know will be with me at all times now.
"Better?" is his quiet question and suddenly the physical distance he has just created is too much and I gently pull him back, so I can return to my snuggle against his side. I nod my head in reply, surprising all of us as I begin to cry.
"Rose, what's the matter?" comes his quiet concerned question and I can't say at first why and I just shake my head as the thoughts of how close we came to never having this wash over me. His response is warm and gentle as he pulls me a bit closer, hugging me to him even as I can clearly feel both Verity's and his supportive concern.
As the tightness in my throat begins to ebb a bit with the release of built up stress I am finally able to put into words what it is that has upset me. Swatting his chest, I look up at him and push back so I can look him in the eye. “You nearly died, you git!” I state with all the built up hurt that his action created. “If we hadn’t come back for you, you would have. You pushed us away, and you expected us to live without you!” At that statement, I feel a surge of agreement from Verity and know that without question he has felt it as well. “Don’t you dare ever try to do that again you hear us?”
At his pained look, my heart wrenches, and I suddenly want him never to have that expression on his face again but this, this is too important to let him off the hook.
“Rose, Verity, my sweet Wolf I…” he says reaching for us and we won’t have it.
“No, Theta Sigma Lungburrow! You listen, and you listen well, you will never do that to us again or so help me we will hunt you down and regenerate you ourselves. We will not leave you behind like that again so don’t ask, don’t even think of trying it, it’s not an option. We are in this together to our final regeneration, so you best take good care of yourself because we will not let you leave us behind again and if you do manage it we will follow you regardless of where or when you may go.” At that, his eyes widen, as he knows exactly what we mean, we will follow him into death itself. “Are we clear on this?”
“I...” I glare at him as he looks like he wants to make some excuse. “Yes, very clear.” I can see how uncomfortable he is with this but I will not, we will not, compromise on this issue - we love him too much.
“Good, now…” I give him a cheeky smile and move in to remind him why he should never leave us behind.
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Finally, we can postpone the inevitable no longer and climb from our nest. Time to get back to exploring and to let mum know we will be back soon. Much as we will concern her leaving, I know, now and forever more, my place will be at my Doctor’s side.
My future is now tied unalterably to Verity's and his and I wouldn't have it any other way. From those first excruciatingly painful moments when the essence of the vortex began pouring into my body, burning me with each painfully inhaled breath, I knew things would never be the same. As my senses exploded and I left behind my simple five senses, I knew from that moment that I would experience nothing in the same way, ever again. I rediscover yet again one of the hardest things, besides constantly having someone in my head - the change in tastes and smells as we make breakfast. So many of the foods I pull from the fridge and cupboard seem overpowering and off. Foods that have always gone well together now smell nauseating until finally I can’t help but look at him in frustration. “How do you do this?”
The expression he gives me is an odd one. “Do what Rose?” he says as he cracks an egg on the side of the pan and I suddenly want to gag and step back from the smell.
Holding my nose, I wave at the egg that is beginning to bubble in the hot pan. “Rose?” he asks with a concerned expression on his face, that if the egg didn’t smell quite so vile would be endearing.
“It smells disgusting!” I state, and stare at him in disbelief that it seems to be having no affect at all on him.
‘It really does smell nasty, Theta,’ I hear Verity tell him and he looks back at the pan that he has walked away from at my distress and I feel her turn off the heat beneath the offending object.
The expression on his face is almost comical as he realizes what we are upset about and looks like he is about to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Verity, show Rose about what Romana thought of fried eggs.” Suddenly I get the memory of a beautiful Time Lady, that Verity’s memory tells me is Romana, railing at Thete over exactly how horrid it smelled and how could he even consider putting such a disgusting thing in his mouth. Yet, she had watched him eat every bite in complete fascination and not a small bit of disbelief. Suddenly I am laughing so hard I have tears running down my face at the comical expressions she gave him as she watched.
His expression is sweet and endearing as he watches bemused at my reaction. Suddenly I am crumpling, as I can’t stop laughing feeling panicked as I realize again what a huge and irreversible step I have taken.
I know he can sense the shift as he comes forward and wraps his arms around me quietly rocking me. I love him so very much, but I’m so scared. Everything is different a bit too bright, bit too loud and a bit too …
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Everything feels so odd. Getting used to seeing things as Rose does can be very disorienting at times as she keeps moving in ways that are so very different to that which I am familiar. I am finding it is much easier to just filter out her sensations than try to integrate them but still I know that I am going to have to eventually.
The feeling of lying in our Theta’s arms, though, is sheer bliss and I too regret it when we finally have to get up. As we move to the kitchen to make breakfast things start to get very odd as I feel Rose’s distress over how different things smell with this new body. When Theta begins to fry an egg I also feel the complete revulsion at the smell and feel the roiling of Rose’s stomach as the odor assaults her senses.
It is not until she begins laughing that I know something is very wrong. I feel her legs buckle and both observe as well as feel Theta moving to comfort us in that disorienting feeling of being in two places at the same time to which I am only just starting to grow accustom. Her blood pressure is spiking and I feel all of her senses start to send in far too much information for her to properly process. I have to fight to keep her from dragging me down into unconsciousness with her as she blacks out. It’s only Theta’s panic that keeps me from completely shutting down
Seconds later I feel him scooping her up and heading for the med bay. ‘Verity!’ his mental shouts like a bullhorn and I suddenly realize how badly this is affecting me as well. Forcing myself to concentrate I shut out the sensations coming from Rose.
‘Verity, stick with me! I need you to help me with her. What is going on?’
‘Flux, everything is in flux.’ Even as I try to concentrate enough to explain he is running his sonic screwdriver over her body and taking readings. As he plugs it in to one of the diagnostic devices, I suddenly understand what is happening.
Chapter 13 - Changes
Moving Forward Story Index 1