Fic: Dårlig Ulv - Chapter 6 Rating PG
Dårlig Ulv
Chapter 6/?
By Maetel/Amy
Rating: PG
Pairing: 10/Rose
Word Count: 2383/13080
Summary: Post Doomsday reunion. When forgotten parts of the past reemerge, Rose finds herself thrust back into the world she once knew, Doctor, dangers and all!
Author's Note: Mention of Ace in this chapter. As I've gone back and watched some of the 7th Doctor serials, I couldn't help but like Ace. She was just great. I wanted to pay some homage to the old companions, and since Ace was my favorite aside from Rose, I figured it would be her. As for everything mentioned, I drew some reference from the page about Ace on wikipedia. I'm carrying on about her from what was said to have been intended by the production team before the classic series ended. That's my canon, even if it didn't get played out. :(
Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
When you hold me in your embrace...
The evening faded into dawn as the three moved throughout Cardiff, depositing them in an all night pub. They talked animatedly, the Doctor occasionally making an over the top movement, but their night came to as close as Jack pulled his mobile from his trouser pockets. It wasn't until a soft bit of profanity escaped the Captain that the three realized their long reunion was going to be ended because of trouble.
He looked to Rose and the Doctor apologetically. “Something is going on with the rift. My team is checking it out, but I wouldn't feel right letting them have all of the fun.” The cockiness that Rose noted had been missing for most of the night during their discussions had returned. She smiled as she realized just how much he had grown used to his job. From what he'd explained, his job was entirely different from the one she'd had over the two years on her other Earth. He seemed to have some sort of passion that she lacked.
She'd liked working at the Torchwood to some extent, but the past never let her find peace in her work. Neither did the fact that one universe's version had caused her to be ripped from the world she'd grown up in and explored. The universe that she'd fallen in love in. Maybe she never gave the other universe a chance in all honesty. She tried though. She tried to move on with her life. But nothing ever seemed to work right. The blonde was drawn from her thoughts when she felt Jack's hand on her shoulder, a concerned look on his face.
“You all right?” he asked her. He was sure that she'd healed properly. Well, as sure as he could get without a full examination. There were things that he wasn't sure about when it came to some of the alien healing devices. Nanogenes did the job, but the last branch to have access to nanogenes was presently lost. The healing wrap was the only one he knew to work well with more than just minor wounds on humans. It did it's job, as he had expected. The thing was, she was starting to look physically drained. She seemed more like something was on her mind, thought, and it was weighing her down.
“Wha....? Yeah, I'm fine, Jack. Just thinking about... well, everything,” she said with a wave of her free hand. She smiled when she felt the Doctor's hand gently tighten its grip on her own as a way of giving her his support without saying anything. Even after two years away from him, Rose hadn't forgotten how good she felt when he was there, offering her his hand.
He offered the pair a smile before leaning over a chair that had been between them and kissing Rose's forehead lightly. “I'll see you again, soon,” he told her before raising his eyes up to the Doctor.
“You're not going to snog me again are you? As good of a kisser you are, I'd rather not have the taste of bad coffee and mixed drinks flavoring the rest of my evening,” the Doctor quipped, the grin on his face.
The Captain placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me! I was just gonna tell you to take care of her,” Jack stated. “Not that I should have to say anything.” He smiled at the both of them. “If you two feel like staying here a while, you can order anything you'd like. Just I wouldn't trust the beer. People have a tendency to forget after drinking those. And not in the best of ways.” He sighed a bit before smiling. “Anyways, feel free to keep the shirt. I've got plenty of them.”
Those words almost made Rose wonder why he chose to tell them that. Then she remembered how researching had been trying to find a sort of memory wiping substance. Maybe the one on her home plane had managed to concoct one. Especially with Jack's knowledge.
She watched as he walked out of the pub, leaning over, resting her head on the Doctor's shoulder, closing her eyes. She wasn't sure how long she'd been unconscious, but she was still tired. The adrenaline of finding herself in Torchwood combined with being reunited with the Doctor had kept her awake for a good few hours, but it was catching up with her.
“Are you all right?” she heard him ask, his voice washing over her like a soothing balm. She'd missed the sound of his voice more than she'd realized. The way it sounded when he was speaking only to her. The tone that made her feel more than loved. She smiled and nodded slowly.
“Yeah. I'm just exhaus-” She raised her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned. “-ted. I was feeling fine, but I guess the day's finally getting to me. At least, I'm not sore. I guess Diluran healing devices are better than research and development had figured.”
Rose could almost feel the sudden surge of worry come off of the Doctor. She looked up at him as he shifted to look at her. She blinked in confusion at the way he was studying her.
“Did you say Diluran?” he asked, his voice hardening a bit, becoming more serious.
“Yeah. Jack used a Diluran healing wrap on the wound I'd gotten before coming back here,” she said, nervousness rising up inside her, causing her chest to tighten a bit. The Doctor was known for his manic mood swings, but she'd forgotten how drastically he shifted.
“Remind me to talk to him about his choices of healing devices,” he said. “It's no wonder you're exhausted. Dilurans have a tendency to have more energy than most human children. Well, more than a group of human children. The healing wrap draws it's power from the person it's healing. It uses their energy, leaving them a little sleepy. To use it on a human... It's- It's unheard of!”
Rose looked at him, her hand coming up to where her wound had been on her side. “Are there any other side effects that Jack and everyone there might not have known about?”
The Doctor blinked and made a quiet dismissive sound. “Oh no. I'm just surprised you'd be awake. If the message I'd been getting on the slightly psychic paper is any sort of signal, you've only been either in this universe or conscious for a good twelve hours. I'm not sure which.” He pulled out the small booklet and looked at it with a smile. "Yup. Taken care of."
“Is there anyone else who might be able to do that?” Rose asked, her voice quiet with her body growing more and more fatigued.
“I'm not sure. It'd take a powerful mind to reach through into the Time Vortex. The Face of Boe did, but that's only because he's had more years than even I can imagine to practice. You seemed to have done it because of the Bad Wolf.” He laughed and ran a hand through his still unruly hair. He took notice of just how the woman beside him looked. “How about I let you get some rest?”
Rose smiled sleepily. “That sounds like a good idea. But where am I gonna sleep?”
A quiet chuckle could be felt coming from the Doctor. “Your room on the TARDIS of course. It's still the way you left it. Well, you're jacket's laying on your pillow-”
“My room's still there?” Her eyes were on him. The fact that her room still existed was something she hadn't considered. “I never... I'd have thought that-”
“I never truly forget my companions. I always leave their rooms open so that I'll have something to remind me of them. The room with the various empty canisters and backpack and big poofy jackets with patches-” He motioned a bit, puffing out his cheeks to imitate the sleeves. “That was Ace. You would have liked her,” he said, almost mentioning that they shared a similarity of being a sort of wolf, though Rose might not find that amusing. Besides, it wasn't enough to mention. “She wound up staying in Paris in the 19th century. She found her calling there. I wanted to take her to Gallifrey- To the academy where I'd become a Time Lord, but I wasn't going to force her to stay. Doubt she would have let me, in the end.”
Rose smiled, listening as he went on about his companions. When she'd last traveled with him, the only one she knew of was Sarah Jane, and even then, he only told her what was necessary. He'd changed. Opened up. It almost made her wonder how long it had been since he'd last seen her. How many other companions he'd had since her.
“Maybe I can meet her one day?” the blonde suggested before letting loose another yawn.
“Maybe,” he said with a smile before standing. “For now, let's worry about you getting some rest. We've got things to take care of first if we want to go visit Ace at any point.”
She nodded slowly, moving from her seat into a wobbly stand. She felt the Doctor's hand on her shoulder, steadying her. She felt his hand leave after a moment only to feel his arm come up to wrap around her shoulder, guiding her from the table and to the door. She lifted her hand up to tangle her fingers with his as they walked.
The Doctor took the first moments of their trek back simply studying her face. The faint light from the sun kissed her features, tinting her face a gentle color matching, if not surpassing, the beauty of her name sake. Her hair, though a bit disheveled, made the perfect frame for her features.
She slowly breathed in his scent, enjoying the scent that was so distinctly his. There were no distractions this time. No one talking. No cars driving by. No fear tainting the smell with the faint scent of sage. The smell was just pure Doctor, plain and simple, and it made her feel like she was really home.
The return to the TARDIS had taken half an hour, and the Doctor was glad that Jack had brought them so close to Torchwood for a drink. By the time they were halfway there, Rose had been leaning so much on the Doctor that he'd wound up picking her up. Granted, she'd fussed a bit, but he eventually got her to agree, telling her that it was better than her falling down asleep. He smiled down at the blonde who had wound up knocked out within five minutes, her head resting on his chest, just next to his heart.
He managed to open the door of the TARDIS without waking Rose. He looked towards the console as the TARDIS began humming with a smirk. “That's why you were sounding so odd when we arrived. You knew she was back before I did,” he whispered, gaining a soft flash of light from the console. “Remind me to ask you about what else you know that I don't.”
He then slowly made his way through the corridors of the ship until he finally reached Rose's room, finding the door conveniently opened for him. He laid Rose on her bed, taking extra care to pull down her comforter until it was out from beneath her and gently draped it over her. He sat beside her for a moment, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of her face.
He was slowly rising from the bed, intending to head out of the room and let Rose rest, but the young woman in question caught his hand before he got too far.
“I thought you were asleep,” he said, his voice the gentle whisper that he only spoke in for the blonde.
“Your moving woke me up,” she quipped tiredly before looking at him with pleading eyes. “Doctor, would you- I mean... Is it all ri-” She sighed and smiled at him. “Stay with me. Just for a while. Just so that I can prove to myself that this isn't all just some crazy dream.”
The Doctor was almost going to try and refuse her, but he was feeling the same way. Her being back in the proper universe was a crazy idea, but Rose being back in her room, on the TARDIS, so close that he could breathe in her gentle scent of lilac, acai berry, and mango lip balm, was a dream that he'd denied himself for years.
“For you,” he told her. He watched as she shifted over a bit, giving him room to lie down beside her and stretch out on top of the comforter. He stretched out an arm letting her use it as a pillow as her arm draped itself across his chest. He felt her adjust her position so that she was comfortable, every little movement sending tiny shocks through him.
He smiled as he watched her, felt her, as she drifted off to sleep once again. He felt the temptation to move rise up in him, but snuffed it out, instead opting to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. He then looked up at the ceiling of the room until he too felt the urge to sleep overcome him.
Within Temptation - All I Need
Chapter 6/?
By Maetel/Amy
Rating: PG
Pairing: 10/Rose
Word Count: 2383/13080
Summary: Post Doomsday reunion. When forgotten parts of the past reemerge, Rose finds herself thrust back into the world she once knew, Doctor, dangers and all!
Author's Note: Mention of Ace in this chapter. As I've gone back and watched some of the 7th Doctor serials, I couldn't help but like Ace. She was just great. I wanted to pay some homage to the old companions, and since Ace was my favorite aside from Rose, I figured it would be her. As for everything mentioned, I drew some reference from the page about Ace on wikipedia. I'm carrying on about her from what was said to have been intended by the production team before the classic series ended. That's my canon, even if it didn't get played out. :(
Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
When you hold me in your embrace...
“All I Need” by Within Temptation
The evening faded into dawn as the three moved throughout Cardiff, depositing them in an all night pub. They talked animatedly, the Doctor occasionally making an over the top movement, but their night came to as close as Jack pulled his mobile from his trouser pockets. It wasn't until a soft bit of profanity escaped the Captain that the three realized their long reunion was going to be ended because of trouble.
He looked to Rose and the Doctor apologetically. “Something is going on with the rift. My team is checking it out, but I wouldn't feel right letting them have all of the fun.” The cockiness that Rose noted had been missing for most of the night during their discussions had returned. She smiled as she realized just how much he had grown used to his job. From what he'd explained, his job was entirely different from the one she'd had over the two years on her other Earth. He seemed to have some sort of passion that she lacked.
She'd liked working at the Torchwood to some extent, but the past never let her find peace in her work. Neither did the fact that one universe's version had caused her to be ripped from the world she'd grown up in and explored. The universe that she'd fallen in love in. Maybe she never gave the other universe a chance in all honesty. She tried though. She tried to move on with her life. But nothing ever seemed to work right. The blonde was drawn from her thoughts when she felt Jack's hand on her shoulder, a concerned look on his face.
“You all right?” he asked her. He was sure that she'd healed properly. Well, as sure as he could get without a full examination. There were things that he wasn't sure about when it came to some of the alien healing devices. Nanogenes did the job, but the last branch to have access to nanogenes was presently lost. The healing wrap was the only one he knew to work well with more than just minor wounds on humans. It did it's job, as he had expected. The thing was, she was starting to look physically drained. She seemed more like something was on her mind, thought, and it was weighing her down.
“Wha....? Yeah, I'm fine, Jack. Just thinking about... well, everything,” she said with a wave of her free hand. She smiled when she felt the Doctor's hand gently tighten its grip on her own as a way of giving her his support without saying anything. Even after two years away from him, Rose hadn't forgotten how good she felt when he was there, offering her his hand.
He offered the pair a smile before leaning over a chair that had been between them and kissing Rose's forehead lightly. “I'll see you again, soon,” he told her before raising his eyes up to the Doctor.
“You're not going to snog me again are you? As good of a kisser you are, I'd rather not have the taste of bad coffee and mixed drinks flavoring the rest of my evening,” the Doctor quipped, the grin on his face.
The Captain placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me! I was just gonna tell you to take care of her,” Jack stated. “Not that I should have to say anything.” He smiled at the both of them. “If you two feel like staying here a while, you can order anything you'd like. Just I wouldn't trust the beer. People have a tendency to forget after drinking those. And not in the best of ways.” He sighed a bit before smiling. “Anyways, feel free to keep the shirt. I've got plenty of them.”
Those words almost made Rose wonder why he chose to tell them that. Then she remembered how researching had been trying to find a sort of memory wiping substance. Maybe the one on her home plane had managed to concoct one. Especially with Jack's knowledge.
She watched as he walked out of the pub, leaning over, resting her head on the Doctor's shoulder, closing her eyes. She wasn't sure how long she'd been unconscious, but she was still tired. The adrenaline of finding herself in Torchwood combined with being reunited with the Doctor had kept her awake for a good few hours, but it was catching up with her.
“Are you all right?” she heard him ask, his voice washing over her like a soothing balm. She'd missed the sound of his voice more than she'd realized. The way it sounded when he was speaking only to her. The tone that made her feel more than loved. She smiled and nodded slowly.
“Yeah. I'm just exhaus-” She raised her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned. “-ted. I was feeling fine, but I guess the day's finally getting to me. At least, I'm not sore. I guess Diluran healing devices are better than research and development had figured.”
Rose could almost feel the sudden surge of worry come off of the Doctor. She looked up at him as he shifted to look at her. She blinked in confusion at the way he was studying her.
“Did you say Diluran?” he asked, his voice hardening a bit, becoming more serious.
“Yeah. Jack used a Diluran healing wrap on the wound I'd gotten before coming back here,” she said, nervousness rising up inside her, causing her chest to tighten a bit. The Doctor was known for his manic mood swings, but she'd forgotten how drastically he shifted.
“Remind me to talk to him about his choices of healing devices,” he said. “It's no wonder you're exhausted. Dilurans have a tendency to have more energy than most human children. Well, more than a group of human children. The healing wrap draws it's power from the person it's healing. It uses their energy, leaving them a little sleepy. To use it on a human... It's- It's unheard of!”
Rose looked at him, her hand coming up to where her wound had been on her side. “Are there any other side effects that Jack and everyone there might not have known about?”
The Doctor blinked and made a quiet dismissive sound. “Oh no. I'm just surprised you'd be awake. If the message I'd been getting on the slightly psychic paper is any sort of signal, you've only been either in this universe or conscious for a good twelve hours. I'm not sure which.” He pulled out the small booklet and looked at it with a smile. "Yup. Taken care of."
“Is there anyone else who might be able to do that?” Rose asked, her voice quiet with her body growing more and more fatigued.
“I'm not sure. It'd take a powerful mind to reach through into the Time Vortex. The Face of Boe did, but that's only because he's had more years than even I can imagine to practice. You seemed to have done it because of the Bad Wolf.” He laughed and ran a hand through his still unruly hair. He took notice of just how the woman beside him looked. “How about I let you get some rest?”
Rose smiled sleepily. “That sounds like a good idea. But where am I gonna sleep?”
A quiet chuckle could be felt coming from the Doctor. “Your room on the TARDIS of course. It's still the way you left it. Well, you're jacket's laying on your pillow-”
“My room's still there?” Her eyes were on him. The fact that her room still existed was something she hadn't considered. “I never... I'd have thought that-”
“I never truly forget my companions. I always leave their rooms open so that I'll have something to remind me of them. The room with the various empty canisters and backpack and big poofy jackets with patches-” He motioned a bit, puffing out his cheeks to imitate the sleeves. “That was Ace. You would have liked her,” he said, almost mentioning that they shared a similarity of being a sort of wolf, though Rose might not find that amusing. Besides, it wasn't enough to mention. “She wound up staying in Paris in the 19th century. She found her calling there. I wanted to take her to Gallifrey- To the academy where I'd become a Time Lord, but I wasn't going to force her to stay. Doubt she would have let me, in the end.”
Rose smiled, listening as he went on about his companions. When she'd last traveled with him, the only one she knew of was Sarah Jane, and even then, he only told her what was necessary. He'd changed. Opened up. It almost made her wonder how long it had been since he'd last seen her. How many other companions he'd had since her.
“Maybe I can meet her one day?” the blonde suggested before letting loose another yawn.
“Maybe,” he said with a smile before standing. “For now, let's worry about you getting some rest. We've got things to take care of first if we want to go visit Ace at any point.”
She nodded slowly, moving from her seat into a wobbly stand. She felt the Doctor's hand on her shoulder, steadying her. She felt his hand leave after a moment only to feel his arm come up to wrap around her shoulder, guiding her from the table and to the door. She lifted her hand up to tangle her fingers with his as they walked.
The Doctor took the first moments of their trek back simply studying her face. The faint light from the sun kissed her features, tinting her face a gentle color matching, if not surpassing, the beauty of her name sake. Her hair, though a bit disheveled, made the perfect frame for her features.
She slowly breathed in his scent, enjoying the scent that was so distinctly his. There were no distractions this time. No one talking. No cars driving by. No fear tainting the smell with the faint scent of sage. The smell was just pure Doctor, plain and simple, and it made her feel like she was really home.
The return to the TARDIS had taken half an hour, and the Doctor was glad that Jack had brought them so close to Torchwood for a drink. By the time they were halfway there, Rose had been leaning so much on the Doctor that he'd wound up picking her up. Granted, she'd fussed a bit, but he eventually got her to agree, telling her that it was better than her falling down asleep. He smiled down at the blonde who had wound up knocked out within five minutes, her head resting on his chest, just next to his heart.
He managed to open the door of the TARDIS without waking Rose. He looked towards the console as the TARDIS began humming with a smirk. “That's why you were sounding so odd when we arrived. You knew she was back before I did,” he whispered, gaining a soft flash of light from the console. “Remind me to ask you about what else you know that I don't.”
He then slowly made his way through the corridors of the ship until he finally reached Rose's room, finding the door conveniently opened for him. He laid Rose on her bed, taking extra care to pull down her comforter until it was out from beneath her and gently draped it over her. He sat beside her for a moment, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of her face.
He was slowly rising from the bed, intending to head out of the room and let Rose rest, but the young woman in question caught his hand before he got too far.
“I thought you were asleep,” he said, his voice the gentle whisper that he only spoke in for the blonde.
“Your moving woke me up,” she quipped tiredly before looking at him with pleading eyes. “Doctor, would you- I mean... Is it all ri-” She sighed and smiled at him. “Stay with me. Just for a while. Just so that I can prove to myself that this isn't all just some crazy dream.”
The Doctor was almost going to try and refuse her, but he was feeling the same way. Her being back in the proper universe was a crazy idea, but Rose being back in her room, on the TARDIS, so close that he could breathe in her gentle scent of lilac, acai berry, and mango lip balm, was a dream that he'd denied himself for years.
“For you,” he told her. He watched as she shifted over a bit, giving him room to lie down beside her and stretch out on top of the comforter. He stretched out an arm letting her use it as a pillow as her arm draped itself across his chest. He felt her adjust her position so that she was comfortable, every little movement sending tiny shocks through him.
He smiled as he watched her, felt her, as she drifted off to sleep once again. He felt the temptation to move rise up in him, but snuffed it out, instead opting to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. He then looked up at the ceiling of the room until he too felt the urge to sleep overcome him.
Within Temptation - All I Need