Fic: Precognition
Title: Precognition
Genre: Smut, Angst
Characters: Rose, Nine
Rating: PG
Summary: He can see everything
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Christopher Eccleston would still be the Doctor, Rose would never have been stranded in an alternate universe and it would have been on MUCH later at night.....
A/N: A drabble in the hope that it will stir my muse into writing something more substantial.
An angsty, slightly smutty, missing scene from season one. Based on what was said in POTW when Rose says she can see everything and the Doctor says that's how it is for him all the time.
It got me thinking that the Doctor would have known that Rose would be parted from him at some point and yet, being the damage psyche he was at the time, would still have sought comfort from her (in my smutty mind anyway....).
Precognition
Don’t love me Rose Tyler.
The words form in his mind but never from his lips.
For I will ruin you.
As he worships her body with his, seeking and finding her benediction in the cries of their passion, he knows;
It’s too late.
She opens to him, fluid and with a fire that will burn for an eternity. Seeking and finding the safe harbour in her arms; he wants to weep with gratitude.
Is that enough?
And with guilt; he can see all of time; all that is, was and ever could be.
But I will send you away.
Genre: Smut, Angst
Characters: Rose, Nine
Rating: PG
Summary: He can see everything
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Christopher Eccleston would still be the Doctor, Rose would never have been stranded in an alternate universe and it would have been on MUCH later at night.....
A/N: A drabble in the hope that it will stir my muse into writing something more substantial.
An angsty, slightly smutty, missing scene from season one. Based on what was said in POTW when Rose says she can see everything and the Doctor says that's how it is for him all the time.
It got me thinking that the Doctor would have known that Rose would be parted from him at some point and yet, being the damage psyche he was at the time, would still have sought comfort from her (in my smutty mind anyway....).
Precognition
Don’t love me Rose Tyler.
The words form in his mind but never from his lips.
For I will ruin you.
As he worships her body with his, seeking and finding her benediction in the cries of their passion, he knows;
It’s too late.
She opens to him, fluid and with a fire that will burn for an eternity. Seeking and finding the safe harbour in her arms; he wants to weep with gratitude.
Is that enough?
And with guilt; he can see all of time; all that is, was and ever could be.
But I will send you away.