Fic. When The Cold Wind Blows (1/1)
Title - When The Cold Wind Blows
Author - Tardismate
Rating - PG13 (swearing) (1/1)
Disclaimer - Not mine. If it was, DT would be forever tied to the show. Really.
Not beta'd. Just a shortie, to whet your appetites...no smut, though...not yet...
He pulls his coat tight around him, protection against the bitterly cold wind battering him as he stands facing the waves on this infernal beach. Normally, he doesn't feel the cold, but this whipcord-thin body feels it more keenly than his last one did...especially since he no longer has a human-hot hand to hold.
He shivers, his memory playing tricks on him; he can almost hear her voice calling his name in the sounds of the waves pounding against the sand. The touch of a hand to his shoulder almost has him screaming. Hearts pounding, he steels himself to turn around; convinced he has finally crossed into the land of insanity, and that he is imagining things...that he is imagining the warmth of the hand on his shoulder, the feeling of rightness that is pervading his entire being.
Closing his eyes, he turns around. He is afraid. So very afraid. Afraid to open them to find he is right.
But open them he must.
The small blonde figure now in front of him is wearing a huge grin to go with the tears coursing down her face, as she lifts her hot human hand to his cheek and whispers,
"Hello, my Doctor."
Her tears are matched by his own as he replies.
"Hello Rose. Oh,my Rose."
It seems the universe has been kind, for once, and he is not mad, after all.
As he sweeps her into his arms, his hearts stutter in his chest.
Together, finally. Forever.
Author - Tardismate
Rating - PG13 (swearing) (1/1)
Disclaimer - Not mine. If it was, DT would be forever tied to the show. Really.
Not beta'd. Just a shortie, to whet your appetites...no smut, though...not yet...
He pulls his coat tight around him, protection against the bitterly cold wind battering him as he stands facing the waves on this infernal beach. Normally, he doesn't feel the cold, but this whipcord-thin body feels it more keenly than his last one did...especially since he no longer has a human-hot hand to hold.
He shivers, his memory playing tricks on him; he can almost hear her voice calling his name in the sounds of the waves pounding against the sand. The touch of a hand to his shoulder almost has him screaming. Hearts pounding, he steels himself to turn around; convinced he has finally crossed into the land of insanity, and that he is imagining things...that he is imagining the warmth of the hand on his shoulder, the feeling of rightness that is pervading his entire being.
Closing his eyes, he turns around. He is afraid. So very afraid. Afraid to open them to find he is right.
But open them he must.
The small blonde figure now in front of him is wearing a huge grin to go with the tears coursing down her face, as she lifts her hot human hand to his cheek and whispers,
"Hello, my Doctor."
Her tears are matched by his own as he replies.
"Hello Rose. Oh,my Rose."
It seems the universe has been kind, for once, and he is not mad, after all.
As he sweeps her into his arms, his hearts stutter in his chest.
Together, finally. Forever.