Fic: Dårlig Ulv - Chapter 7 Rating PG
Dårlig Ulv
Chapter 7/?
By Maetel/Amy
Rating: PG
Pairing: 10/Rose
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: Sorry it's taken me so long to get this posted. I've been away from any sort of internet connection and since then, my muse has taken a liking to vampire fiction. Anyways, hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I'll try to have the next posted soon.
Chapter 1 - Run
Chapter 2 - Porcelain Doll
Chapter 3 - Song
Chapter 4 - Shalott
Chapter 5 - Counting Down the Days
Chapter 6 - All I Need
Chapter 7 Song - You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson
Rose woke, for once, sure that she was back in the world she'd so often dreamed about. She'd felt so often that she'd been dreaming upon waking up that she'd given up on the idea. The idea was all the more forgotten when she heard the room to her door open and looked over to see the Doctor with his head sticking in the doorway.
“Get some rest?” he asked, looking at her over his spectacles. His voice was softer than she remembered, though that could just be him being considerate.
She smiled at him, lifting a hand to push some of her hair back. “Yeah. I feel like I've caught up on every minute of sleep that I'd missed over the years. I didn't sleep for a week, did I?”
His chuckle, a warm sound that Rose felt couldn't compare to any other noise, let her know that she hadn't, though it didn't answer how long she'd actually been resting.
“Well, a week as you know it, no,” he told her. “More like a good day and a half, but I'm sure that there are those who'd say it felt like one.”
“And who might be the person to say that?” she asked, slipping easily back into the light banter she had missed so dearly. Anything to keep him talking was a good thing. To hear the comforting tones that colored his voice and made his words so addictive.
“Well, Jack for one considering he found your mobile,” The Doctor told her, a grin working its way onto his boyish features. “Didn't think you still had that considering...”
He trailed off and cleared his throat. Pushing his hand through his unruly hair, The Doctor walked over to Rose and sat on the edge of her bed, his hands clasped on his lap as though unsure what to do with them.
“It was one of the few things I had left. I may not have been able to come home, but it made that idea a little more tolerable. I had some part of you with me. Made me feel like my life hadn't always been about getting up, catching the bus, going to work, coming back home, eating chips, and going to bed. Though in all truth. I think I stopped eating chips after having them for lunch the twelfth day in a row,” she stated, with a soft laugh, lifting a hand up to push a lock of hair behind her ear. She didn't know why, but but she was feeling extremely nervous. She hadn't felt this way since she was nineteen and unsure about so much in the universe.
Her anxiousness seemed to calm as he reached out to gently grip her wrist. The pregnant silence that filled her room was only intensified by the way he looked at her.
“From what you told me and what I remember, your life could never been solely those things,” he said as his thumb lightly stroked the inside of her wrist, just over her pulse point. “'Rose Tyler, defender of the Earth.'”
The memory of the title he'd given her on that beach in Norway still made her heart clench, and she had a feeling that he could feel the way her heart seemed to stumble through her pulse. She looked down.
“I'm sorry,” he said, offering what she felt to be an undeserved apology.
“Don't be,” she said. “Everything that happened. You didn't know that it was going to happen. I'm just glad that-”
She was interrupted by the feeling of soft, almost unsure, lips on hers. She recalled three separate kisses shared with her Doctor, though none of them compared to this one. No overwhelming sense of gratitude, no possession that would leave the kiss to be forgotten for a few years, and... Well, no possession in general. This was so much more than the others. This was something that was long awaited, and well worth it.
Rose barely restrained the saddened whimper that threatened to escape when he pulled back. She looked at him almost amazed, though surprise was obvious in her hazel eyes. He wasn't smiling or grinning, though the look in his eyes was all she needed to see to know what was going through his mind. There was a glow to them that reflected all of the happiness that he felt. There was something that she didn't remember seeing in the ghostly image that she'd said her last words to. Something that she hadn't seen since before Elton.
It was hope. She wasn't sure what had brought about the lost light, but it was something that she'd missed seeing in his earthy gaze.
“I'm sorry that I never said what I needed to say,” he told her, his voice a soft tone of repentance. “I regretted everyday not saying certain things when I had the chance, and then, after-”
Rose smiled at him with a gentleness and a warmth that made some of the most beautiful creatures he'd ever known seem plain and uncaring.
“The universe is giving us a break,” she said, quiet laughter tinting her tone. “There isn't anything to apologize for. We may have been separated, but you found me. You found me when we had no reason to think you would have any reason to.”
His chuckle washed through her and made itself a place within her heart, causing it to speed up like she was a teenager all over again. Granted, she was only twenty-three, but she felt like she'd lived more than most her age. It was nice to just feel... human again. A way she'd not felt since Norway. Since she'd last seen him and thereby closed herself off. She wondered what they- A quick shake of the head eased the thoughts of her family from her mind for a moment.
“Couldn't have said it better myself,” he said. He took a deep breath before sliding his hand from her wrist and twining their fingers together. “Think you're feeling up to your return trip to somewhere in the universe?”
“I think I'd prefer cleaning up a bit first, but that sounds good,” she said. “I don't think I've showered since before I came back.”
“Oh, what's a bit of muck considering what we were covered in before,” he quipped.
“Well, I did promise to get Jack his shirt back didn't I, and knowing our luck, we'll wind up in some sort of trouble that'll leave it with a couple of holes,” she retorted. “Besides, I don't think anyone will appreciate me stinking three day old deodorant and oily hair.”
The Doctor grinned playfully before nodding. “All right then! You go shower, and then, I'll take you somewhere that you've never been before. I'm not even sure if I've been there before.”
Rose shot him a look of disbelief that soon faded into a mirthful expression. She quickly leaned forward to hug him tightly, taking a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of touching him- holding him again, and when she felt his arms around her, she was almost certain that he was doing the same.
It felt too soon when he pulled back and looked at her. He pushed a lock of hair out of her face, his fingers lightly running along her cheek. She couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed in reaction to his touch.
He smiled at her one more time before rising from where he was sitting and heading towards the door. “Take all the time you need. The universe will be here when you're ready.”
She sighed softly as she watched him walk out of her room before flopping back onto her bed. She was back home, and it felt better than she had ever thought it might. She'd been separated from her family, but with the Doctor, it didn't feel as bad as she'd thought it might. So many times before, she'd been willing to sacrifice it all, and now, she'd not had the choice. The idea hurt, but she knew that it was worth it. They'd be safe because of her being gone. She'd be able to see them again. Younger versions, and that made it worth it.
She looked back towards her door and knew that being back was definitely worth it.
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There were centuries and light years separating Rose and the Doctor from their observer. Neither were aware of their images reflecting in the surface of a pool of liquid. To most of the people sitting near the softly muttering figure with long blonde hair, the androgynous looking being seemed to be staring into a clear goblet of a a soft pink liquid that was reflecting the light of the dual suns shining through the windowed wall.
A soft laugh, genderless and chilling, could be heard escaping the figure as it ran a long slender finger over the rim of the glass. Anyone knowledgeable or observant enough would have noticed the soft pulse of light that went from the figure's finger and into the crystal.
“Pardon me, but is there anything else that I can get for you...” The server, a man with a faintly purple tint to his skin and a small bit of bone jutting from his chin, asked. He trailed off as he found the figure's gender to be almost impossible to determine. Long hair hid defining features and oversized clothes left body shape a mystery.
“No,” it croaked. This was rather annoying for the young server. He'd just started, and never had he had a problem with telling people apart. Well, unless you counted that one time with the woman who turned out to be an exceedingly gorgeous man. He made a mental note to call Lane when he got off of work.
“Very well,” he said with a quick bow before darting off to the next table.
The figure simply shook its head and sucked its teeth as it maintained its attention on the surface of the liquid. The two were walking through the halls of their domicile. He'd heard them call the place TARDIS, though that never really made much sense. It gave him a name to look out for when they arrived. Which they would.
He was sure of it. Prophecies were coming true, and the one that would save his world was coming to fruition. The girl had returned, and he'd seen displays of her power. The man was needed as a means to an end. One which would be dealt with upon the arrival of the girl.
Now, though. All that was needed was patience. One step at a time. The figure had waited for years. Had waited since first hearing the prophecy shortly before the Time Agency had shattered the lives of the believers in the years before adulthood almost three decades before.
“Lintz, perhaps we should be going?” came the suggestion of a young woman, distracting the figure. It looked up to see a woman child with pale red hair colored by dye extracted from various berries found around the planet. She had soft purple skin with shocking yellow eyes. To most of the inhabitants she was beautiful, though her associates left much to be desired. It didn't matter. She was a strict believer in the prophecy that Lintz had told her about, and now, spreading the truth was all that mattered. Her voice was scratchy, as though rarely used, but with use, it might be beautiful “The young ones are getting restless. They wait for the telling of your latest vision, and the impatience of children grows with each passing moment.”
The figure nodded, its features still shrouded, but the aura of determination seeped from it. It was time to go and spread the word that the source would be arriving soon, and that the time wasn't too far away.
A small pile of stones of various colors, the currency of the land, rest upon the table innocently. It went untouched, even by the young server who had forgotten the mysterious patron. All that remained was a full goblet and a pulled out seat.
Chapter 7/?
By Maetel/Amy
Rating: PG
Pairing: 10/Rose
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: Sorry it's taken me so long to get this posted. I've been away from any sort of internet connection and since then, my muse has taken a liking to vampire fiction. Anyways, hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I'll try to have the next posted soon.
Chapter 1 - Run
Chapter 2 - Porcelain Doll
Chapter 3 - Song
Chapter 4 - Shalott
Chapter 5 - Counting Down the Days
Chapter 6 - All I Need
Chapter 7 Song - You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson
Rose woke, for once, sure that she was back in the world she'd so often dreamed about. She'd felt so often that she'd been dreaming upon waking up that she'd given up on the idea. The idea was all the more forgotten when she heard the room to her door open and looked over to see the Doctor with his head sticking in the doorway.
“Get some rest?” he asked, looking at her over his spectacles. His voice was softer than she remembered, though that could just be him being considerate.
She smiled at him, lifting a hand to push some of her hair back. “Yeah. I feel like I've caught up on every minute of sleep that I'd missed over the years. I didn't sleep for a week, did I?”
His chuckle, a warm sound that Rose felt couldn't compare to any other noise, let her know that she hadn't, though it didn't answer how long she'd actually been resting.
“Well, a week as you know it, no,” he told her. “More like a good day and a half, but I'm sure that there are those who'd say it felt like one.”
“And who might be the person to say that?” she asked, slipping easily back into the light banter she had missed so dearly. Anything to keep him talking was a good thing. To hear the comforting tones that colored his voice and made his words so addictive.
“Well, Jack for one considering he found your mobile,” The Doctor told her, a grin working its way onto his boyish features. “Didn't think you still had that considering...”
He trailed off and cleared his throat. Pushing his hand through his unruly hair, The Doctor walked over to Rose and sat on the edge of her bed, his hands clasped on his lap as though unsure what to do with them.
“It was one of the few things I had left. I may not have been able to come home, but it made that idea a little more tolerable. I had some part of you with me. Made me feel like my life hadn't always been about getting up, catching the bus, going to work, coming back home, eating chips, and going to bed. Though in all truth. I think I stopped eating chips after having them for lunch the twelfth day in a row,” she stated, with a soft laugh, lifting a hand up to push a lock of hair behind her ear. She didn't know why, but but she was feeling extremely nervous. She hadn't felt this way since she was nineteen and unsure about so much in the universe.
Her anxiousness seemed to calm as he reached out to gently grip her wrist. The pregnant silence that filled her room was only intensified by the way he looked at her.
“From what you told me and what I remember, your life could never been solely those things,” he said as his thumb lightly stroked the inside of her wrist, just over her pulse point. “'Rose Tyler, defender of the Earth.'”
The memory of the title he'd given her on that beach in Norway still made her heart clench, and she had a feeling that he could feel the way her heart seemed to stumble through her pulse. She looked down.
“I'm sorry,” he said, offering what she felt to be an undeserved apology.
“Don't be,” she said. “Everything that happened. You didn't know that it was going to happen. I'm just glad that-”
She was interrupted by the feeling of soft, almost unsure, lips on hers. She recalled three separate kisses shared with her Doctor, though none of them compared to this one. No overwhelming sense of gratitude, no possession that would leave the kiss to be forgotten for a few years, and... Well, no possession in general. This was so much more than the others. This was something that was long awaited, and well worth it.
Rose barely restrained the saddened whimper that threatened to escape when he pulled back. She looked at him almost amazed, though surprise was obvious in her hazel eyes. He wasn't smiling or grinning, though the look in his eyes was all she needed to see to know what was going through his mind. There was a glow to them that reflected all of the happiness that he felt. There was something that she didn't remember seeing in the ghostly image that she'd said her last words to. Something that she hadn't seen since before Elton.
It was hope. She wasn't sure what had brought about the lost light, but it was something that she'd missed seeing in his earthy gaze.
“I'm sorry that I never said what I needed to say,” he told her, his voice a soft tone of repentance. “I regretted everyday not saying certain things when I had the chance, and then, after-”
Rose smiled at him with a gentleness and a warmth that made some of the most beautiful creatures he'd ever known seem plain and uncaring.
“The universe is giving us a break,” she said, quiet laughter tinting her tone. “There isn't anything to apologize for. We may have been separated, but you found me. You found me when we had no reason to think you would have any reason to.”
His chuckle washed through her and made itself a place within her heart, causing it to speed up like she was a teenager all over again. Granted, she was only twenty-three, but she felt like she'd lived more than most her age. It was nice to just feel... human again. A way she'd not felt since Norway. Since she'd last seen him and thereby closed herself off. She wondered what they- A quick shake of the head eased the thoughts of her family from her mind for a moment.
“Couldn't have said it better myself,” he said. He took a deep breath before sliding his hand from her wrist and twining their fingers together. “Think you're feeling up to your return trip to somewhere in the universe?”
“I think I'd prefer cleaning up a bit first, but that sounds good,” she said. “I don't think I've showered since before I came back.”
“Oh, what's a bit of muck considering what we were covered in before,” he quipped.
“Well, I did promise to get Jack his shirt back didn't I, and knowing our luck, we'll wind up in some sort of trouble that'll leave it with a couple of holes,” she retorted. “Besides, I don't think anyone will appreciate me stinking three day old deodorant and oily hair.”
The Doctor grinned playfully before nodding. “All right then! You go shower, and then, I'll take you somewhere that you've never been before. I'm not even sure if I've been there before.”
Rose shot him a look of disbelief that soon faded into a mirthful expression. She quickly leaned forward to hug him tightly, taking a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of touching him- holding him again, and when she felt his arms around her, she was almost certain that he was doing the same.
It felt too soon when he pulled back and looked at her. He pushed a lock of hair out of her face, his fingers lightly running along her cheek. She couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed in reaction to his touch.
He smiled at her one more time before rising from where he was sitting and heading towards the door. “Take all the time you need. The universe will be here when you're ready.”
She sighed softly as she watched him walk out of her room before flopping back onto her bed. She was back home, and it felt better than she had ever thought it might. She'd been separated from her family, but with the Doctor, it didn't feel as bad as she'd thought it might. So many times before, she'd been willing to sacrifice it all, and now, she'd not had the choice. The idea hurt, but she knew that it was worth it. They'd be safe because of her being gone. She'd be able to see them again. Younger versions, and that made it worth it.
She looked back towards her door and knew that being back was definitely worth it.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
There were centuries and light years separating Rose and the Doctor from their observer. Neither were aware of their images reflecting in the surface of a pool of liquid. To most of the people sitting near the softly muttering figure with long blonde hair, the androgynous looking being seemed to be staring into a clear goblet of a a soft pink liquid that was reflecting the light of the dual suns shining through the windowed wall.
A soft laugh, genderless and chilling, could be heard escaping the figure as it ran a long slender finger over the rim of the glass. Anyone knowledgeable or observant enough would have noticed the soft pulse of light that went from the figure's finger and into the crystal.
“Pardon me, but is there anything else that I can get for you...” The server, a man with a faintly purple tint to his skin and a small bit of bone jutting from his chin, asked. He trailed off as he found the figure's gender to be almost impossible to determine. Long hair hid defining features and oversized clothes left body shape a mystery.
“No,” it croaked. This was rather annoying for the young server. He'd just started, and never had he had a problem with telling people apart. Well, unless you counted that one time with the woman who turned out to be an exceedingly gorgeous man. He made a mental note to call Lane when he got off of work.
“Very well,” he said with a quick bow before darting off to the next table.
The figure simply shook its head and sucked its teeth as it maintained its attention on the surface of the liquid. The two were walking through the halls of their domicile. He'd heard them call the place TARDIS, though that never really made much sense. It gave him a name to look out for when they arrived. Which they would.
He was sure of it. Prophecies were coming true, and the one that would save his world was coming to fruition. The girl had returned, and he'd seen displays of her power. The man was needed as a means to an end. One which would be dealt with upon the arrival of the girl.
Now, though. All that was needed was patience. One step at a time. The figure had waited for years. Had waited since first hearing the prophecy shortly before the Time Agency had shattered the lives of the believers in the years before adulthood almost three decades before.
“Lintz, perhaps we should be going?” came the suggestion of a young woman, distracting the figure. It looked up to see a woman child with pale red hair colored by dye extracted from various berries found around the planet. She had soft purple skin with shocking yellow eyes. To most of the inhabitants she was beautiful, though her associates left much to be desired. It didn't matter. She was a strict believer in the prophecy that Lintz had told her about, and now, spreading the truth was all that mattered. Her voice was scratchy, as though rarely used, but with use, it might be beautiful “The young ones are getting restless. They wait for the telling of your latest vision, and the impatience of children grows with each passing moment.”
The figure nodded, its features still shrouded, but the aura of determination seeped from it. It was time to go and spread the word that the source would be arriving soon, and that the time wasn't too far away.
A small pile of stones of various colors, the currency of the land, rest upon the table innocently. It went untouched, even by the young server who had forgotten the mysterious patron. All that remained was a full goblet and a pulled out seat.