There's something that looks like a man with a leather coat and a serious lack of hair bounding his way into the street from that blue box over on the corner and he looks elated
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She hears her name shouted while she's browsing in one of the shops. Her chest squeezes and her breath catches because she's pretty sure she knows which incarnation that is. The sweater she's holding is dropped promptly as she turns and runs. She doesn't want him to leave without her.
"Doctor!" she shouts while running. "Doctor! I'm here!"
Does she sound desperate? Well, that would be because she is
"Wandered off again? You just can't help yourself, can you?" A puff of air escapes his lips when she barrels into him, and really he's got no choice but to wrap his arms around her, what with all that momentum.
But then he's pulling away to chastise her some more, complain about the anomaly that last time she didn't pop in with him but suddenly Roanoke is letting his passengers in and it hits him. More wrongness. He had been smiling, if only briefly (couldn't upset the status quo) and now the scowl returned.
"More than wandered." He sniffs at the air, nothing special! Just taking in a breath, honest. "Rose Tyler, just where have you been?"
She notices the smile to scowl and knows she's been busted. Her hands come to rest on his chest while she purses her lips and then pulls her bottom one through her teeth. It's not an easy thing to tell him.
"About three an' a half-four years in your future." Her fingers curl reflexively around the lapel of his coat. It's almost a silent plea for him not to leave her. Not again. Please.
It's offputting, sure. But the Doctor, as uncomfortable in so many ways as he is, won't shove her away. He won't step back and he won't put distance between them. Discomfort be damned, Rose Tyler was allowed to ignore his personal space.
"Been busy, then." He smiles again, not the happy smiles of a man about to get chips, but the bittersweet one. The one that understands that a lot has happened, and doesn't need to know what it all is. Spoilers.
Of course this is combined with the fact that he won't look away from her.
It's not like she's looking away either. In fact she's studying him. She reaches out and runs her fingers over the shell of his ear, grinning hugely at him, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her teeth. She runs her hand over his hair after that, a bit of a laugh bubbling out.
"Course you did. Who wouldn't?" And he allows the touching, because it's Rose and because he can tell that it's been harder than she's saying, details written into the timeline that's screaming at him. Of course, there's always just the fact that he's a very likable fellow, and being away is difficult.
But as he watches, the lines only fuzz and make less sense. "All right, then. Come on! Lots to get done, and all the time in the pocket universe to do it!" Follow along, Rose, like old times. The Doctor, with a burst of speed and energy (let's leave out the 'fueled by rage' part, shall we?) hurries back toward his TARDIS. She'll follow, she always does, and so he enters without so much as a glance backward.
Of course she follows. He's the Doctor and it's the TARDIS and there's not a day that goes by that Rose isn't convinced she was born for this. She steps inside the TARDIS, little bit of wonder coming over her. She loves this ship. She's missed this ship almost as much as she's missed him.
"Blimey. She looks the same." Clearly from the tone of her voice this is a good thing.
He's still smiling, moving toward her swiftly and pulling her by the wrist to the console. It's all fine, he can tell it'll be okay once he fixes it. And with that thought, quick as a wink, he's slapping a cuff around one of her wrists and the other side to the bar across the console. The Doctor's face has turned grim and sad, and he takes a step back, far enough not to be reached.
Rose follows along, letting him pull and tug but when he handcuffs her the look on her face is nothing short of betrayed. The betrayal turns to confusion and then a combination of both. "What risk, Doctor?"
She doesn't understand. She knows he was hurt before her but he was never like this.
"Doctor!" she shouts while running. "Doctor! I'm here!"
Does she sound desperate? Well, that would be because she is
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"Wandered off again? You just can't help yourself, can you?" A puff of air escapes his lips when she barrels into him, and really he's got no choice but to wrap his arms around her, what with all that momentum.
But then he's pulling away to chastise her some more, complain about the anomaly that last time she didn't pop in with him but suddenly Roanoke is letting his passengers in and it hits him. More wrongness. He had been smiling, if only briefly (couldn't upset the status quo) and now the scowl returned.
"More than wandered." He sniffs at the air, nothing special! Just taking in a breath, honest. "Rose Tyler, just where have you been?"
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"About three an' a half-four years in your future." Her fingers curl reflexively around the lapel of his coat. It's almost a silent plea for him not to leave her. Not again. Please.
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"Been busy, then." He smiles again, not the happy smiles of a man about to get chips, but the bittersweet one. The one that understands that a lot has happened, and doesn't need to know what it all is. Spoilers.
Of course this is combined with the fact that he won't look away from her.
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"S'been a while since I seen you. Missed you."
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But as he watches, the lines only fuzz and make less sense. "All right, then. Come on! Lots to get done, and all the time in the pocket universe to do it!" Follow along, Rose, like old times. The Doctor, with a burst of speed and energy (let's leave out the 'fueled by rage' part, shall we?) hurries back toward his TARDIS. She'll follow, she always does, and so he enters without so much as a glance backward.
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"Blimey. She looks the same." Clearly from the tone of her voice this is a good thing.
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"I'm sorry, Rose. I can't risk it."
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She doesn't understand. She knows he was hurt before her but he was never like this.
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