Can't stop writing, even if I should
A couple of weeks ago someone from my RL mentioned that he'd read my LJ. He thought I was wasting my time writing fan fiction, and more to the point, wasting other's time expecting them to read it. Which is a fair point - I know it's not very good. So I took my stories down.
But the thing is, I can't not write. So I'm gonna keep putting my stories up here. Read if you want, review if you want, or not.
And BD, if you're reading, sod off. How I waste my time is my business. And if you don't like fan fic, don't read it.
Title: Affinity
Pairing: 9/Rose
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own them yet. Once the time machine is working, I will of course own everything to do with Doctor Who. The BBC can expect a law suit soon. Now where's that sonic screwdriver?
Affinity
The dream that brought him barrelling, panicked into her room is fading. Soothed away the comfort of his arms tight around her, chest pressed snugly to her back. It should matter that he's wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and that she's clad only in her knickers, but it doesn't.
"Why did you ask me?" she mumbles drowzily.
"When we were running hand-in-hand across the bridge, into danger, you were grinning."
Neither of them notice that her sleepy question about something that happened months ago is completely out of the blue, and that he knows exactly what she's referring to.
"Why did you come back for me?"
"You didn't really mean 'no'. And maybe I wanted to hold your hand again."
She places her hand on top of his, splayed across her stomach, thumb unconsciously caressing the skin under his touch. It stops as their fingers lace automatically together.
It his turn to ask a question. "Why'd you say 'yes' the second time?"
She's silent for so long that he begins to think she won't answer. But her grip on his fingers has tightened. Eventually she answers, and he can hear the tears she refuses to let fall in every syllable. "I've buggered up so many things in my life. Nobody ever gave me a second chance before."
"Oh Rose," he breathes into her hair.
She twists in his embrace, slipping her arms around his waist to hug him tightly.
His hands trace intricate patterns like protective spells on the bare skin of her back until they both succumb to a dreamless sleep.