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wish for something more, ten/rose, pg
... for a moment she wondered what the authorities would think when they found an alien coin on a fountain in Rome. But then she closed her eyes, breathed in and threw the coin over her shoulder, into the water. 998 words.
"... and the big one in the middle is Oceanus, an ancient God of the seas and water and et cetera. The real legend was lost over time, we could look for it later, but tradition has it as a wishing founta--"
"If I throw a penny, my wish is granted?" Her ears perked up and she moved a step closer.
"Weeell, yes, but no, throwing a coin means you want to come back to Rome, or fall in love in Rome, many versions of-- what exactly are you doing?" Her hand was already deep in his coat pocket, rummaging through pieces of wire, an eraser, two hair clips, chewing gum, and was that a mouse?
"Do you ever carry any money with you, Doctor? Lunch won't be my treat forever, you know. Henrick's hasn't paid me in ages. I wonder why." She looked up at him with a pointed stare and a cheeky smile. "Ha!" she exclaimed gleefully a second later, pulling a Karnian quarter out of the pocket, and for a moment she wondered what the authorities would think when they found an alien coin on a fountain in Rome. But then she closed her eyes, breathed in and threw the coin over her shoulder, into the water.
When she opened her eyes again, the Doctor was smiling at her, left eyebrow crooked and cheeks dimpled, offering his hand for her to take. The day was pleasantly windy, cornflower blue sky peppered with cotton clouds. Tourists flocked in and out of the piazza, and she reveled in the feeling of being a tourist too, one who had seen much more than the others would even dream about. And she never got tired of it, the traveling, the wonderment, the tight grip of his hand on hers while they ran through the universe. That funny tickling that appeared whenever she stared at him for too long started inside her belly, but she only grinned. "Sooo? Your turn."
"As you very well noticed, Rose Tyler, I don't carry any money with me," he stated, and she pouted.
"Aw, come on! Don't you have a wish?"
He fell silent, his eyes holding a look she couldn't place. Heavy, sober, lost in a past she didn't dare ask about. She squeezed his hand and he started, as if surprised to see her there. She squeezed again and he squeezed back, eyes now soft and smile tender.
"No, Rose. I don't think I do," and just like that he was bouncing again. "But what about you? What did you wish for, hmm?"
"Oh, me?" she breathed, hands playing with his fingers, "What did I wish for...?" She lifted her head and saw him up close, so close she could count the freckles on the bridge of his nose and the wrinkles beside his eyes, and it would be easy to just...
... push him into the fountain! His eyes went wide as saucers and he flailed to regain balance, but ended up falling headfirst with an impressive splash.
He sputtered and coughed, trying to stand up on the thigh-deep water, only to fall again in an undignified wet heap. The gel was being washed away, and the parts of his hair not glued to his forehead stuck out at odd angles, while the soaked suit made his skinny frame even skinnier. Rose only pointed, laughing so hard her stomach hurt and tears came to her eyes. One woman passing by shifted her son away from the crazy blonde lady and another one tsked at the young people of these days, but Rose only stopped when her lungs started aching, begging for air.
She was still trying to wipe away the tears when she felt a pull around her knees, and looked down to see the Doctor glaring up with his arms around her legs. Another hard pull and she lost her balance, squeaking and plunging onto the fountain by his side. She thrashed around and gasped, water filling her nose and ears, but instead of helping the Doctor only laughed at her, the cheeky sod.
"Sweet is revenge, they say," he said haughtily, but the full effect was lost because Oceanus was kind of peeing on him, if you looked from her angle. She glared at him nonetheless, still catching her breath, and splashed water on him for good measure. He splashed back and cocked his head, examining her. "Your make-up is all smudged. You look a bit like a raccoon."
"Oi!" she squealed and jumped to try and drown him, laughing, "You're one to say! You look like a drowning bird!" She grabbed at him, but he moved quickly and freed himself, turning things around and dunking her, damn his alien-ness, "A rooster!" she sputtered, head coming out of the water again, spitting hair out of her mouth. “A kiwi!”
He laughed, eyes dancing with mirth, holding her inside his arms, in what was half a hug and half a way to keep her from trying again. The police would probably arrive soon and throw them out, but what of it, she was mock-pissed and breathless and as happy as she had ever been. Still, she managed a grave look, to remind him whose daughter she was. "A raccoon?"
His eyes widened and he shook his head, answering eagerly, "Don't worry, you’re a lovely raccoon!"
She laughed, hugging him back tightly, and sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. She could smell chlorine and wool, minty toothpaste and stardust, and smiled against his coat when he dropped a soft kiss upon the top of her head. His mouth then found her temple and her ear and her lips, and she shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold water. Then he smiled and she beamed at him, foreheads and tongues and souls touching, and she decided that maybe she didn't have anything else to wish for, either, because all she wanted was already there, with her.
... for a moment she wondered what the authorities would think when they found an alien coin on a fountain in Rome. But then she closed her eyes, breathed in and threw the coin over her shoulder, into the water. 998 words.
"... and the big one in the middle is Oceanus, an ancient God of the seas and water and et cetera. The real legend was lost over time, we could look for it later, but tradition has it as a wishing founta--"
"If I throw a penny, my wish is granted?" Her ears perked up and she moved a step closer.
"Weeell, yes, but no, throwing a coin means you want to come back to Rome, or fall in love in Rome, many versions of-- what exactly are you doing?" Her hand was already deep in his coat pocket, rummaging through pieces of wire, an eraser, two hair clips, chewing gum, and was that a mouse?
"Do you ever carry any money with you, Doctor? Lunch won't be my treat forever, you know. Henrick's hasn't paid me in ages. I wonder why." She looked up at him with a pointed stare and a cheeky smile. "Ha!" she exclaimed gleefully a second later, pulling a Karnian quarter out of the pocket, and for a moment she wondered what the authorities would think when they found an alien coin on a fountain in Rome. But then she closed her eyes, breathed in and threw the coin over her shoulder, into the water.
When she opened her eyes again, the Doctor was smiling at her, left eyebrow crooked and cheeks dimpled, offering his hand for her to take. The day was pleasantly windy, cornflower blue sky peppered with cotton clouds. Tourists flocked in and out of the piazza, and she reveled in the feeling of being a tourist too, one who had seen much more than the others would even dream about. And she never got tired of it, the traveling, the wonderment, the tight grip of his hand on hers while they ran through the universe. That funny tickling that appeared whenever she stared at him for too long started inside her belly, but she only grinned. "Sooo? Your turn."
"As you very well noticed, Rose Tyler, I don't carry any money with me," he stated, and she pouted.
"Aw, come on! Don't you have a wish?"
He fell silent, his eyes holding a look she couldn't place. Heavy, sober, lost in a past she didn't dare ask about. She squeezed his hand and he started, as if surprised to see her there. She squeezed again and he squeezed back, eyes now soft and smile tender.
"No, Rose. I don't think I do," and just like that he was bouncing again. "But what about you? What did you wish for, hmm?"
"Oh, me?" she breathed, hands playing with his fingers, "What did I wish for...?" She lifted her head and saw him up close, so close she could count the freckles on the bridge of his nose and the wrinkles beside his eyes, and it would be easy to just...
... push him into the fountain! His eyes went wide as saucers and he flailed to regain balance, but ended up falling headfirst with an impressive splash.
He sputtered and coughed, trying to stand up on the thigh-deep water, only to fall again in an undignified wet heap. The gel was being washed away, and the parts of his hair not glued to his forehead stuck out at odd angles, while the soaked suit made his skinny frame even skinnier. Rose only pointed, laughing so hard her stomach hurt and tears came to her eyes. One woman passing by shifted her son away from the crazy blonde lady and another one tsked at the young people of these days, but Rose only stopped when her lungs started aching, begging for air.
She was still trying to wipe away the tears when she felt a pull around her knees, and looked down to see the Doctor glaring up with his arms around her legs. Another hard pull and she lost her balance, squeaking and plunging onto the fountain by his side. She thrashed around and gasped, water filling her nose and ears, but instead of helping the Doctor only laughed at her, the cheeky sod.
"Sweet is revenge, they say," he said haughtily, but the full effect was lost because Oceanus was kind of peeing on him, if you looked from her angle. She glared at him nonetheless, still catching her breath, and splashed water on him for good measure. He splashed back and cocked his head, examining her. "Your make-up is all smudged. You look a bit like a raccoon."
"Oi!" she squealed and jumped to try and drown him, laughing, "You're one to say! You look like a drowning bird!" She grabbed at him, but he moved quickly and freed himself, turning things around and dunking her, damn his alien-ness, "A rooster!" she sputtered, head coming out of the water again, spitting hair out of her mouth. “A kiwi!”
He laughed, eyes dancing with mirth, holding her inside his arms, in what was half a hug and half a way to keep her from trying again. The police would probably arrive soon and throw them out, but what of it, she was mock-pissed and breathless and as happy as she had ever been. Still, she managed a grave look, to remind him whose daughter she was. "A raccoon?"
His eyes widened and he shook his head, answering eagerly, "Don't worry, you’re a lovely raccoon!"
She laughed, hugging him back tightly, and sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. She could smell chlorine and wool, minty toothpaste and stardust, and smiled against his coat when he dropped a soft kiss upon the top of her head. His mouth then found her temple and her ear and her lips, and she shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold water. Then he smiled and she beamed at him, foreheads and tongues and souls touching, and she decided that maybe she didn't have anything else to wish for, either, because all she wanted was already there, with her.