Fic: his past is her future
Title: his past is her future
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: G
Genre: Gen with a touch of romance
Word Count: 581
Characters: Eleven, Rose (references to Doctor/Rose)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: He tells himself he's not really looking for her, that the part of his life in which she existed is gone and behind him now.
A/N: Written for takethewords' Billie Piper Ficathon; prompt is by krazykat_neko:
Eleven/Rose
"Even if I now saw you
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,
Worlds"
He tells himself he's not really looking for her, that the part of his life in which she existed is gone and behind him now.
At least that's what he tells himself. But he always looks twice when he catches glimpses of pink jackets and flashes of long blonde hair or when he hears the sound of laughter, throaty and full, or that of a mobile with a ring just like hers.
He knows that Amy notices when he looks around and she asks him more than once who he's looking for, what he saw, and he always brushes her off, telling her it's nothing. She always narrows her eyes suspiciously but says no more on the subject.
It's when he's not even thinking about her that he quite literally runs smack into her. He's pelting headlong down an alley, looking behind him periodically to see if what's chasing him is still chasing him (not that you can really see an invisible giant monster but they had a habit of moving things around when lumbering down a narrow and cluttered alley) and wondering if Amy's all right, and when he looks forward she's there, blonde hair, pink jacket, and there's no time to stop. He crashes into her, slamming her into the wall, his body pressed against the length of hers.
She cries out in surprise or pain, he's not quite sure, and admonishes him with a loud "Oi!", squirming uncomfortably beneath him. He puts a finger to her lips and strains his ears, listening to the sounds of the alley. The monster's gone, perhaps scared off by her exclamation, and he looks back at her.
She stares at him with raised eyebrows and when he removes his fingers she asks if he's mad.
"Only a little," he replies and is surprised (but pleased) when she grins.
"At least you're honest about it."
They're silent a moment and he finds himself staring at her face, his eyes tracing the shape of her eyebrows and the hills of her cheeks, the slope of her nose and the curve of her lips and he remembers a time when he knew the lines of her face by heart.
He's close enough to smell the shampoo in her hair and it's a scent that unlocks a flood of memories, reminding him of all the times he plunged his hands into the soft strands as he kissed her face.
He glimpses the low cut of her top underneath her jacket, the gentle swell of her breasts, and remembers the way her body felt under his hands, soft skin dotted with gooseflesh. He remembers the way she moved beneath him and he remembers the way she tastes.
He suddenly wants to kiss her and he backs away, taking a breath. She doesn't have any clue who he is, hasn't even met him at this point in her timeline, and he has no idea how she'd react if he kissed her, though he remembers quite well the power of a Tyler woman smack.
They stare at each other a moment, her lips turned upward in a bemused grin, and he gives her a smile before he dashes off down the alley in search of Amy and the monster, casting one more glance behind him.
His past is still her future and he can't wait to meet her again for the first time.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: G
Genre: Gen with a touch of romance
Word Count: 581
Characters: Eleven, Rose (references to Doctor/Rose)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: He tells himself he's not really looking for her, that the part of his life in which she existed is gone and behind him now.
A/N: Written for takethewords' Billie Piper Ficathon; prompt is by krazykat_neko:
Eleven/Rose
"Even if I now saw you
Only once,
I would long for you
Through worlds,
Worlds"
He tells himself he's not really looking for her, that the part of his life in which she existed is gone and behind him now.
At least that's what he tells himself. But he always looks twice when he catches glimpses of pink jackets and flashes of long blonde hair or when he hears the sound of laughter, throaty and full, or that of a mobile with a ring just like hers.
He knows that Amy notices when he looks around and she asks him more than once who he's looking for, what he saw, and he always brushes her off, telling her it's nothing. She always narrows her eyes suspiciously but says no more on the subject.
It's when he's not even thinking about her that he quite literally runs smack into her. He's pelting headlong down an alley, looking behind him periodically to see if what's chasing him is still chasing him (not that you can really see an invisible giant monster but they had a habit of moving things around when lumbering down a narrow and cluttered alley) and wondering if Amy's all right, and when he looks forward she's there, blonde hair, pink jacket, and there's no time to stop. He crashes into her, slamming her into the wall, his body pressed against the length of hers.
She cries out in surprise or pain, he's not quite sure, and admonishes him with a loud "Oi!", squirming uncomfortably beneath him. He puts a finger to her lips and strains his ears, listening to the sounds of the alley. The monster's gone, perhaps scared off by her exclamation, and he looks back at her.
She stares at him with raised eyebrows and when he removes his fingers she asks if he's mad.
"Only a little," he replies and is surprised (but pleased) when she grins.
"At least you're honest about it."
They're silent a moment and he finds himself staring at her face, his eyes tracing the shape of her eyebrows and the hills of her cheeks, the slope of her nose and the curve of her lips and he remembers a time when he knew the lines of her face by heart.
He's close enough to smell the shampoo in her hair and it's a scent that unlocks a flood of memories, reminding him of all the times he plunged his hands into the soft strands as he kissed her face.
He glimpses the low cut of her top underneath her jacket, the gentle swell of her breasts, and remembers the way her body felt under his hands, soft skin dotted with gooseflesh. He remembers the way she moved beneath him and he remembers the way she tastes.
He suddenly wants to kiss her and he backs away, taking a breath. She doesn't have any clue who he is, hasn't even met him at this point in her timeline, and he has no idea how she'd react if he kissed her, though he remembers quite well the power of a Tyler woman smack.
They stare at each other a moment, her lips turned upward in a bemused grin, and he gives her a smile before he dashes off down the alley in search of Amy and the monster, casting one more glance behind him.
His past is still her future and he can't wait to meet her again for the first time.