Fic: Lose you
Title: Lose you
Author: soniced_up
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Doomsday and PotW if you squint really hard.
Warnings: Angst. Lots and lots of angst
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all it’s characters belong to the Beeb and RTD. If they were mine, well lets just say it would air a couple hours later.
Author’s note: I was in the shower this morning, and this rather rabid bunny attacked me. This rarely happens to me. But when it does it drives me mad until I get it out. Of course the hubby was on the computer all day so I actually did this by hand. Seriously, the only thing I ever handwrite is my signature. I even do my grocery list on the computer. So needless to say my hand and arm are killing me tonight.
This is my first Who!fic. I hope it’s ok. I’m sure you’ll let me know if it isn’t.
A special thank you to jennsthedevil for the quick beta job. Seriously, this girl Rocks my Socks! I kid you not.
Daleks.
Large metal pepper pots.
So many.
Too many.
Daleks everywhere.
And Cybermen.
Why Cybermen?
Daleks and Cybermen.
Doesn’t make sense.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Ghosts.
Time shifts.
War
Death
Rose. My Rose…so beautiful.
She cut her hair. Makes her look older. Lovely.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Danger.
Must send her away.
She came back.
Oh Rose, why?
“I made my choice long ago. I’m not leaving you.”
My brave Rose.
Stay.
Fight.
Open the rift.
Suck them in.
Time stuff.
Just gotta hold on.
Daleks.
Cybermen.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Just gotta hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
ROSE!
Falling, falling.
Nonononono!
Falling, forever falling.
Rose!
Gone.
He’s going to lose her one day, but not before she loses him.
He bolts upright in bed. Hearts pounding furiously. His mouth is dry. A film of sweet smelling sweat coats his body. Panic holds him.
Throwing the covers back, he leaps out of bed, pausing only to throw on his jeans before racing out into the hallway at a dead run. He bursts into her room, not caring if he wakes her. He only knows that he has to see her, has to touch her or he’ll go mad.
He’s already mad.
She startles awake with a small scream. She sits up, clutching the blankets to her chest. Anger settles over her much loved face when she sees him there, looming over her. But it quickly slips away, to be replaced with concern and worry.
“Doctor?”
“Rose.”
The way he says her name, so lost, so afraid, is all the answer she needs. She rises to her knees, letting the blankets fall away, to reveal her tiny nightgown. He doesn’t notice. All he sees are her arms open in silent invitation.
He throws himself into her embrace, clutching at her. He allows her to hold his trembling frame against her breast, while she gently rocks him, cooing soothingly like a mother to her babe.
Time passes. He’s unaware of how much. All he knows is his Rose. She surrounds him. Her heat sneaks into his hearts like the first rays of sunshine after weeks of dreary rain. Her scent fills his senses and his mind explodes with images of her namesake, in full, glorious bloom. Her breath, warm and wet, puffs gently against his ear, as she whispers nonsense words, and it causes him to tremble for entirely different reasons.
He’s going to lose her one day, but not before he makes her his.
He’s kissing her. There is nothing gentle or romantic about this kiss. It is hard, and bruising and demanding. But she doesn’t push him away. Miraculously, she opens herself to him. As if sensing his overwhelming need, she responds to his kisses, moaning and falling back onto the bed, allowing him to blanket her with his body.
Daleks everywhere.
And Cybermen.
Why Cybermen?
With an anguished cry, he wrenches away from her mouth and begins to place biting kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
He bites down at the junction of her neck. Hard. She cries out in pain but still doesn’t push him away, even as he laps and sucks and drinks her blood. Instead she holds him closer, arching her body under his.
War.
Death.
He bites and licks a path to the swell of her breasts, visible above her nightgown. With a growl of impatience he tears the filmy fabric with one strong pull.
She is naked under him. But he doesn’t see her. His sight is turned inwards, to his nightmares. To his destruction.
Rose. My Rose…so beautiful.
She cut her hair. Makes her look older. Lovely.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Danger.
Must send her away.
She came back.
Oh Rose, why?
He is vaguely aware of her reaching between them and undoing his jeans. She uses her feet to push them off his hips and down. Then she grabs a hold of him and positions him at her entrance.
“I made my choice long ago. I’m not leaving you.”
And then he’s inside her. She is fire and he is ice. She is life and he is death. She is his absolution, and she is his demise.
Open the rift.
Suck them in.
Time stuff.
He moves inside her. Time expands and contracts at the same time. Somewhere a man loses 2 years. Somewhere else a woman watches as her husband is lowered into the ground while she holds her crying baby girl.
And then…time stops.
Just gotta hold on.
Daleks.
Cybermen.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Just gotta hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
ROSE!
He’s falling, falling, falling. The memories fade. He’s forever falling. The nightmare (what nightmare?) blinks out.
Yesyesyesyes
Now there is just him and Rose, and he’s still falling.
They are both falling.
Together falling, falling.
And in the end it is Rose who catches him.
He’s going to lose her one day, but not before she saves him.
Author: soniced_up
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Doomsday and PotW if you squint really hard.
Warnings: Angst. Lots and lots of angst
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all it’s characters belong to the Beeb and RTD. If they were mine, well lets just say it would air a couple hours later.
Author’s note: I was in the shower this morning, and this rather rabid bunny attacked me. This rarely happens to me. But when it does it drives me mad until I get it out. Of course the hubby was on the computer all day so I actually did this by hand. Seriously, the only thing I ever handwrite is my signature. I even do my grocery list on the computer. So needless to say my hand and arm are killing me tonight.
This is my first Who!fic. I hope it’s ok. I’m sure you’ll let me know if it isn’t.
A special thank you to jennsthedevil for the quick beta job. Seriously, this girl Rocks my Socks! I kid you not.
Daleks.
Large metal pepper pots.
So many.
Too many.
Daleks everywhere.
And Cybermen.
Why Cybermen?
Daleks and Cybermen.
Doesn’t make sense.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Ghosts.
Time shifts.
War
Death
Rose. My Rose…so beautiful.
She cut her hair. Makes her look older. Lovely.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Danger.
Must send her away.
She came back.
Oh Rose, why?
“I made my choice long ago. I’m not leaving you.”
My brave Rose.
Stay.
Fight.
Open the rift.
Suck them in.
Time stuff.
Just gotta hold on.
Daleks.
Cybermen.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Just gotta hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
ROSE!
Falling, falling.
Nonononono!
Falling, forever falling.
Rose!
Gone.
He’s going to lose her one day, but not before she loses him.
He bolts upright in bed. Hearts pounding furiously. His mouth is dry. A film of sweet smelling sweat coats his body. Panic holds him.
Throwing the covers back, he leaps out of bed, pausing only to throw on his jeans before racing out into the hallway at a dead run. He bursts into her room, not caring if he wakes her. He only knows that he has to see her, has to touch her or he’ll go mad.
He’s already mad.
She startles awake with a small scream. She sits up, clutching the blankets to her chest. Anger settles over her much loved face when she sees him there, looming over her. But it quickly slips away, to be replaced with concern and worry.
“Doctor?”
“Rose.”
The way he says her name, so lost, so afraid, is all the answer she needs. She rises to her knees, letting the blankets fall away, to reveal her tiny nightgown. He doesn’t notice. All he sees are her arms open in silent invitation.
He throws himself into her embrace, clutching at her. He allows her to hold his trembling frame against her breast, while she gently rocks him, cooing soothingly like a mother to her babe.
Time passes. He’s unaware of how much. All he knows is his Rose. She surrounds him. Her heat sneaks into his hearts like the first rays of sunshine after weeks of dreary rain. Her scent fills his senses and his mind explodes with images of her namesake, in full, glorious bloom. Her breath, warm and wet, puffs gently against his ear, as she whispers nonsense words, and it causes him to tremble for entirely different reasons.
He’s going to lose her one day, but not before he makes her his.
He’s kissing her. There is nothing gentle or romantic about this kiss. It is hard, and bruising and demanding. But she doesn’t push him away. Miraculously, she opens herself to him. As if sensing his overwhelming need, she responds to his kisses, moaning and falling back onto the bed, allowing him to blanket her with his body.
Daleks everywhere.
And Cybermen.
Why Cybermen?
With an anguished cry, he wrenches away from her mouth and begins to place biting kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
He bites down at the junction of her neck. Hard. She cries out in pain but still doesn’t push him away, even as he laps and sucks and drinks her blood. Instead she holds him closer, arching her body under his.
War.
Death.
He bites and licks a path to the swell of her breasts, visible above her nightgown. With a growl of impatience he tears the filmy fabric with one strong pull.
She is naked under him. But he doesn’t see her. His sight is turned inwards, to his nightmares. To his destruction.
Rose. My Rose…so beautiful.
She cut her hair. Makes her look older. Lovely.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Danger.
Must send her away.
She came back.
Oh Rose, why?
He is vaguely aware of her reaching between them and undoing his jeans. She uses her feet to push them off his hips and down. Then she grabs a hold of him and positions him at her entrance.
“I made my choice long ago. I’m not leaving you.”
And then he’s inside her. She is fire and he is ice. She is life and he is death. She is his absolution, and she is his demise.
Open the rift.
Suck them in.
Time stuff.
He moves inside her. Time expands and contracts at the same time. Somewhere a man loses 2 years. Somewhere else a woman watches as her husband is lowered into the ground while she holds her crying baby girl.
And then…time stops.
Just gotta hold on.
Daleks.
Cybermen.
“Exterminate!”
“Delete!”
Just gotta hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
ROSE!
He’s falling, falling, falling. The memories fade. He’s forever falling. The nightmare (what nightmare?) blinks out.
Yesyesyesyes
Now there is just him and Rose, and he’s still falling.
They are both falling.
Together falling, falling.
And in the end it is Rose who catches him.
He’s going to lose her one day, but not before she saves him.