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a bit of christmas, eleven/rose, ten II/rose, g
Gift for: adribetty394
Prompt: I would love a conversation between TenII (human!doctor) and Eleven about Rose. I really want to give the author freedom to do what they want though, so I won't specify much. A Christmas setting would be nice. I hope this meets at least some of your expectations!
It follows then, that when the TARDIS began beeping and buzzing and blinking as if it say, "look! a thing!", he could hardly ignore it., 1,556.
Nine hundred years of time travel fine-tunes a bloke's senses. Trouble could creep along on its tip-toes, all quiet and inconspicuous-like, and the Doctor could know it was coming before trouble even caught wind of him. Of course, that didn't keep him from running headlong into the thick of it, didn't even guarantee he'd pay any mind to his senses. He was the Last of the Time Lords; no trouble could find him that could make him regret the adventure. Anyway, it wasn't trouble - those strange happenstances of life itself - that struck his nerves. Injustice, slaughter, Valentine's Day, yes. Trouble, no.
It follows then, that when the TARDIS began beeping and buzzing and blinking as if it say, "look! a thing!", he could hardly ignore it. Rory and Amy were off honeymooning, he was bored. So he said back to the TARDIS, "Oh, let's!" It was shaping up to be a fine evening.
The TARDIS landed itself a few moments later, at which point its buzzing and beeping became more persistent. Almost a little bossy, in fact. "Quiet, you! I'm going!" And the Doctor raced out the door so quickly that he nearly did run headlong into trouble. He skidded to a stop just shy of what the TARDIS had detected. Before him - well, it was certainly something. The electromagnetic waves were much less invisible than they should have been. They seemed to be moving upwards from the ground.
Cocking his head to one side, then the other, the Doctor omitted a perplexed "hmm." He fetched the sonic screwdriver from his pocket. A quick glance around told him no one was nearby. Cautiously, he scanned the little field, inching the screwdriver forward centimeter by centimeter to get a better reading. Rather suddenly, the field gave a sharp tug, and the Doctor jumped back. He studied the field for a moment, watched its little waves travel toward the stars, and decided.
He took several steps forward. The lapels of his jacket lifted ever-so-slightly. Grinning, he step forward again and again. Somewhere, there were carolers. He could hear their song, but it was far away. Another pair of steps. There was snow beneath his feet - funny, that wasn't there before. Another step and the field took hold. The Doctor's ears popped and all his limbs gave a jolt. He was propelled forward, as though the field had spit him back out.
Looking around, he discovered he was still in an alley. The air had changed, had become cool and crisp, tasted a bit of peppermint. Then came the sound of trumpets and a familiar melody. The Doctor followed the alley to the street, finding himself in London. From the look of things, he gathered it must be Christmas Eve. Everything seemed normal enough, but he was suspicious. He'd come through a thing, after all, and there was usually something to be suspicious of on the other side of a thing.
He began wandering around, blending into the crowd around him. For a moment - just a brief, fleeting moment, really - he wondered if maybe he'd come across a little snag in time, a teeny tiny one he could easily mend.
Then he heard a voice say, "That is just...that is. Unflattering." Then a laugh followed, carried to the Doctor's ear by the wind. And he knew that voice, and he knew that laugh. Turning around, he found a little shop with an outdoor display featuring an assortment of hats. Rifling through a pile of hats even he wouldn't wear was Rose Tyler. Fight it though he did, the Doctor couldn't help the way his breath suddenly left his lungs. He took a half-step forward before he remembered, before he turned his eyes to the man at her side, a man who was and wasn’t him. A man whose face would change only with age. The man's hand held Rose's.
It was so perfect a sight, he couldn't help but stare.
Too late, he realized that he was being stared at too. The man who was and wasn't him was studying him. He knew.
Of course he did. He dropped Rose's hand, but she was so enthralled by a little pile of fezzes that she didn't notice.
"Hello," he said to himself.
His other self nodded. The Doctor noticed he still wore suits and trainers. Motioning toward Rose, he said, "She is the worst Christmas shopper."
They shared a laugh, but it was forced. Too much hung in the air around him. All those memories, the Doctor thought, but he couldn't say whether it was the ones they shared or the ones they didn't making him want to run back to that alley. But what was that he said earlier? Last of the Time Lords. There was nothing in the universe - any universe - for him to run from. "She's good though? Can't imagine her being anything but."
The other him grinned. "Oh, she's fantastic. She's Rose Tyler."
"And...things?"
"Better," he said. "Hard at first, but better now."
"Halfway out of the dark."
"She's worth it." He said this as though it were a secret. The Doctor bristled at the implication.
"I know." There seemed nothing to say after that. They stood together, watching Rose look in shop windows. Then, of course, came the moment Rose took notice of them. She came to his side - the other Doctor's, that is - and took his hand as she'd done hundreds of times before.
Seeing his look, she turned from her Doctor to look at him. For a moment, the Doctor thought she might not work it out, that he might just walk away that bowtie-wearing bloke who'd stopped to ask for directions. But then she saw it, the way he couldn't stop looking at their hands, and she knew.
She had her arms around him so quickly he didn't see her move, even with those Time Lord senses. The Doctor found himself returning the hug, overcome with laughter and delight and joy. When they parted, she gave his bow tie a tug and said, "Look it you! If Mum saw you now -"
Oh, no. This face hadn't been slapped by Jackie Tyler. He wanted to keep that way. "She isn't here, is she?"
"No, she's at home with Tony."
"How are you here, by the way?" The other Doctor asked.
"Don't know. There was a thing."
"A thing? What sort of thing?"
"I don't know, a thing. It went like this -" he made a waving motion with his hands - "and it pulled at me, so I stepped into it."
"You just went through it?"
"Well, yeah. Didn't know it was a trip between realities. Thought it might take me to 1963 or 1812 or 2776."
"But it brought you here," Rose said, positively beaming.
"Yeah." He beamed back.
The other Doctor was frowning, something Rose found hilarious. "Do you see now how you sound sometimes?"
"It's different," the Doctors insisted together.
Rose cocked an eyebrow, "What, you only sound mad because I’m a human? You’re always perfectly logical, but it just goes over my head? Come off it." The Doctor couldn't help laughing. He was filled with a lightness Rose always seemed to inspire. But he couldn't linger. Rose noticed the change in his demeanor. Her smile dimmed, though only a little. "You have to go, don't you?"
He nodded. "A few minutes, a bit of Christmas. That's what I get. Anyway, I've got a pair of newlyweds back home I might need to rescue from sudden death at any moment."
Rose and the other Doctor shared a look, and he could only guess what it meant, but they were smiling. They were happy, even if they had to work for it.
"We'll come say goodbye," Rose said. "Show us the way." She took his hand.
They went together to the alley he'd arrived by. The other Doctor, upon seeing what he'd come through, seemed satisfied at last that he hadn't put the whole universe in danger. From his pocket he produced a sonic screwdriver, grinning. "Setting fifty-seven-point-five. You do it from that side, I'll do it from this one."
Letting go of Rose's hand was the hardest part. He hadn't realized until he was holding it how much he'd missed it. But Rose, knowing it had to be done, pulled her hand from his. She hugged him again. "Goodbye, Doctor," she whispered in his ear, as though it were the most important word in the world.
"Goodbye." The word nearly caught in his throat.
Stepping through the field again was the easiest part. He was near enough he could feel its pull, so he took a few steps back, his eyes never leaving Rose's.
Then she was gone.
He stood outside his TARDIS once more. The ship was quiet now, save for a pleasant little hum. He found setting fifty-seven-point-five on the screwdriver and pointed it at the field. It slowly disappeared.
"Until next time, Rose Tyler," the Doctor said as the TARDIS door closed behind him.
Gift for: adribetty394
Prompt: I would love a conversation between TenII (human!doctor) and Eleven about Rose. I really want to give the author freedom to do what they want though, so I won't specify much. A Christmas setting would be nice. I hope this meets at least some of your expectations!
It follows then, that when the TARDIS began beeping and buzzing and blinking as if it say, "look! a thing!", he could hardly ignore it., 1,556.
Nine hundred years of time travel fine-tunes a bloke's senses. Trouble could creep along on its tip-toes, all quiet and inconspicuous-like, and the Doctor could know it was coming before trouble even caught wind of him. Of course, that didn't keep him from running headlong into the thick of it, didn't even guarantee he'd pay any mind to his senses. He was the Last of the Time Lords; no trouble could find him that could make him regret the adventure. Anyway, it wasn't trouble - those strange happenstances of life itself - that struck his nerves. Injustice, slaughter, Valentine's Day, yes. Trouble, no.
It follows then, that when the TARDIS began beeping and buzzing and blinking as if it say, "look! a thing!", he could hardly ignore it. Rory and Amy were off honeymooning, he was bored. So he said back to the TARDIS, "Oh, let's!" It was shaping up to be a fine evening.
The TARDIS landed itself a few moments later, at which point its buzzing and beeping became more persistent. Almost a little bossy, in fact. "Quiet, you! I'm going!" And the Doctor raced out the door so quickly that he nearly did run headlong into trouble. He skidded to a stop just shy of what the TARDIS had detected. Before him - well, it was certainly something. The electromagnetic waves were much less invisible than they should have been. They seemed to be moving upwards from the ground.
Cocking his head to one side, then the other, the Doctor omitted a perplexed "hmm." He fetched the sonic screwdriver from his pocket. A quick glance around told him no one was nearby. Cautiously, he scanned the little field, inching the screwdriver forward centimeter by centimeter to get a better reading. Rather suddenly, the field gave a sharp tug, and the Doctor jumped back. He studied the field for a moment, watched its little waves travel toward the stars, and decided.
He took several steps forward. The lapels of his jacket lifted ever-so-slightly. Grinning, he step forward again and again. Somewhere, there were carolers. He could hear their song, but it was far away. Another pair of steps. There was snow beneath his feet - funny, that wasn't there before. Another step and the field took hold. The Doctor's ears popped and all his limbs gave a jolt. He was propelled forward, as though the field had spit him back out.
Looking around, he discovered he was still in an alley. The air had changed, had become cool and crisp, tasted a bit of peppermint. Then came the sound of trumpets and a familiar melody. The Doctor followed the alley to the street, finding himself in London. From the look of things, he gathered it must be Christmas Eve. Everything seemed normal enough, but he was suspicious. He'd come through a thing, after all, and there was usually something to be suspicious of on the other side of a thing.
He began wandering around, blending into the crowd around him. For a moment - just a brief, fleeting moment, really - he wondered if maybe he'd come across a little snag in time, a teeny tiny one he could easily mend.
Then he heard a voice say, "That is just...that is. Unflattering." Then a laugh followed, carried to the Doctor's ear by the wind. And he knew that voice, and he knew that laugh. Turning around, he found a little shop with an outdoor display featuring an assortment of hats. Rifling through a pile of hats even he wouldn't wear was Rose Tyler. Fight it though he did, the Doctor couldn't help the way his breath suddenly left his lungs. He took a half-step forward before he remembered, before he turned his eyes to the man at her side, a man who was and wasn’t him. A man whose face would change only with age. The man's hand held Rose's.
It was so perfect a sight, he couldn't help but stare.
Too late, he realized that he was being stared at too. The man who was and wasn't him was studying him. He knew.
Of course he did. He dropped Rose's hand, but she was so enthralled by a little pile of fezzes that she didn't notice.
"Hello," he said to himself.
His other self nodded. The Doctor noticed he still wore suits and trainers. Motioning toward Rose, he said, "She is the worst Christmas shopper."
They shared a laugh, but it was forced. Too much hung in the air around him. All those memories, the Doctor thought, but he couldn't say whether it was the ones they shared or the ones they didn't making him want to run back to that alley. But what was that he said earlier? Last of the Time Lords. There was nothing in the universe - any universe - for him to run from. "She's good though? Can't imagine her being anything but."
The other him grinned. "Oh, she's fantastic. She's Rose Tyler."
"And...things?"
"Better," he said. "Hard at first, but better now."
"Halfway out of the dark."
"She's worth it." He said this as though it were a secret. The Doctor bristled at the implication.
"I know." There seemed nothing to say after that. They stood together, watching Rose look in shop windows. Then, of course, came the moment Rose took notice of them. She came to his side - the other Doctor's, that is - and took his hand as she'd done hundreds of times before.
Seeing his look, she turned from her Doctor to look at him. For a moment, the Doctor thought she might not work it out, that he might just walk away that bowtie-wearing bloke who'd stopped to ask for directions. But then she saw it, the way he couldn't stop looking at their hands, and she knew.
She had her arms around him so quickly he didn't see her move, even with those Time Lord senses. The Doctor found himself returning the hug, overcome with laughter and delight and joy. When they parted, she gave his bow tie a tug and said, "Look it you! If Mum saw you now -"
Oh, no. This face hadn't been slapped by Jackie Tyler. He wanted to keep that way. "She isn't here, is she?"
"No, she's at home with Tony."
"How are you here, by the way?" The other Doctor asked.
"Don't know. There was a thing."
"A thing? What sort of thing?"
"I don't know, a thing. It went like this -" he made a waving motion with his hands - "and it pulled at me, so I stepped into it."
"You just went through it?"
"Well, yeah. Didn't know it was a trip between realities. Thought it might take me to 1963 or 1812 or 2776."
"But it brought you here," Rose said, positively beaming.
"Yeah." He beamed back.
The other Doctor was frowning, something Rose found hilarious. "Do you see now how you sound sometimes?"
"It's different," the Doctors insisted together.
Rose cocked an eyebrow, "What, you only sound mad because I’m a human? You’re always perfectly logical, but it just goes over my head? Come off it." The Doctor couldn't help laughing. He was filled with a lightness Rose always seemed to inspire. But he couldn't linger. Rose noticed the change in his demeanor. Her smile dimmed, though only a little. "You have to go, don't you?"
He nodded. "A few minutes, a bit of Christmas. That's what I get. Anyway, I've got a pair of newlyweds back home I might need to rescue from sudden death at any moment."
Rose and the other Doctor shared a look, and he could only guess what it meant, but they were smiling. They were happy, even if they had to work for it.
"We'll come say goodbye," Rose said. "Show us the way." She took his hand.
They went together to the alley he'd arrived by. The other Doctor, upon seeing what he'd come through, seemed satisfied at last that he hadn't put the whole universe in danger. From his pocket he produced a sonic screwdriver, grinning. "Setting fifty-seven-point-five. You do it from that side, I'll do it from this one."
Letting go of Rose's hand was the hardest part. He hadn't realized until he was holding it how much he'd missed it. But Rose, knowing it had to be done, pulled her hand from his. She hugged him again. "Goodbye, Doctor," she whispered in his ear, as though it were the most important word in the world.
"Goodbye." The word nearly caught in his throat.
Stepping through the field again was the easiest part. He was near enough he could feel its pull, so he took a few steps back, his eyes never leaving Rose's.
Then she was gone.
He stood outside his TARDIS once more. The ship was quiet now, save for a pleasant little hum. He found setting fifty-seven-point-five on the screwdriver and pointed it at the field. It slowly disappeared.
"Until next time, Rose Tyler," the Doctor said as the TARDIS door closed behind him.