Fic round up: challenge 67-71 for then_theres_us
We bend and creak but never break Rose/TenII, NC-17
Something angsty with smut thrown in somewhere. Focusing on the new found mortality of TenII. He isn’t here, not really. Physically he’s taking up the bed with his long legs and miles of plastic tubing, but Rose just can’t align this fragile looking creature with her Doctor. 4,919 words.
A/N: rubberbisquit I really tried to just do angst. I did. But for some reason when you tell my muse to do angst she does fluff instead :P so there’s a bit of both.
To feed a starving man on breadcrumbs, Ten/Rose/Bad Wolf, PG
One finger caresses a sweet line of warmth down his cheek, like a tear of molten gold and he tries desperately hard not to crack in two. Her lips trace the slipstream and come to rest on his chin, trembling as it is. She kisses him there, so softly, and draws back to whisper her love to him like the universes greatest secret. 1244 words
Under the Influence Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, PG-13
“You don’t scare me!” she says and her voice might be small and she might tremble as she says it but she isn’t afraid. Not really. “The Doctor’d never let anything hurt me. An’ I don’t care what you say, he’s still in there and I’ll bet he’s fightin’ you with everything he’s got!” 1,588 words
Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow Nine/Rose, PG
The Doctor sat vigilant at her bedside and read Lewis Carroll until her feverish brain allowed her to rest, but soon enough she was shaking her head at Kipling’s whimsy and being enchanted by the kindness of Sara Crewe and the transformation of Mary Lennox and by the time she had progressed from broth to solids they’d finished off the bookshelf and he was tramping the ten miles or so back to the TARDIS every other day to find new stories for her. 620 words
Something angsty with smut thrown in somewhere. Focusing on the new found mortality of TenII. He isn’t here, not really. Physically he’s taking up the bed with his long legs and miles of plastic tubing, but Rose just can’t align this fragile looking creature with her Doctor. 4,919 words.
A/N: rubberbisquit I really tried to just do angst. I did. But for some reason when you tell my muse to do angst she does fluff instead :P so there’s a bit of both.
To feed a starving man on breadcrumbs, Ten/Rose/Bad Wolf, PG
One finger caresses a sweet line of warmth down his cheek, like a tear of molten gold and he tries desperately hard not to crack in two. Her lips trace the slipstream and come to rest on his chin, trembling as it is. She kisses him there, so softly, and draws back to whisper her love to him like the universes greatest secret. 1244 words
Under the Influence Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, PG-13
“You don’t scare me!” she says and her voice might be small and she might tremble as she says it but she isn’t afraid. Not really. “The Doctor’d never let anything hurt me. An’ I don’t care what you say, he’s still in there and I’ll bet he’s fightin’ you with everything he’s got!” 1,588 words
Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow Nine/Rose, PG
The Doctor sat vigilant at her bedside and read Lewis Carroll until her feverish brain allowed her to rest, but soon enough she was shaking her head at Kipling’s whimsy and being enchanted by the kindness of Sara Crewe and the transformation of Mary Lennox and by the time she had progressed from broth to solids they’d finished off the bookshelf and he was tramping the ten miles or so back to the TARDIS every other day to find new stories for her. 620 words