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I’m His Girl, Doctor/Rose (9, 10, 10.5), (pg-13)
Everyone knows that she’s his girl - “I’m His Girl” by Friends
When you see me walking around with him / I'm not just another chick / I'm his girl, 1649
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl
Harriet knew that there was something different about the young blonde and the old soldier in his leather jacket. He proclaimed himself to be a Doctor or rather, she supposed, the Doctor. They’d come bounding in to Number 10 as if they’d belonged there though the girl’s, Rose Tyler’s, jeans and pink t-shirt said anything but, and saved the day. And they’d done it together, playing off each other though it was clear that the Doctor was far more knowledgeable than his companion. Yet he deferred to her. Harriet had never seen anything like it.
She’d seen many remarkable things that day (not the least being aliens hidden in human bodies), but what she remembered most about that day (other than surviving an exploding building) was the look in that man’s eyes when he’d faced Rose Tyler across the expansive wooden conference table. It was a look she never forgot, even when she saw him again in a different body.
It was a look of complete adoration.
And I can be proud that I'm his girl
'Cause I know that I'm good all by myself
See I don't need his love
I really want him, right
It wasn’t until she’d been separated from him for two years that Rose was able to see that she’d become something more than just a shop girl.
Ever since that last good-bye with the Doctor at Bad Wolf Bay, she’d allowed herself just to be pulled along by the tide. Not actually participating, just watching as events, people, life passed her by. Pete had given her a job at Torchwood which she’d taken just so her hands and mind could be kept busy, not actually processing what she was doing. She’d taken a field job, collecting up alien machinery that were thrown from the Rift or crashed to Earth and cataloguing and analyzing them.
The change happened on an ordinary day in the lab, tinkering with some odd parts that had been found off the coast of Newfoundland. Mickey had come in, as he had a tendency to do, and tried to engage her in some small talk. She’d answered absentmindedly, not really hearing what she was saying until she’d noticed that the man had gone silent.
Turning off the sonic device she’d rigged up a few months before as she’d found that it had been the only way to work a Gangerian energy module, she glanced up at him. Mickey’s mouth was hanging slightly open, his eyebrows drawn together in slight confusion and realization.
“What?” she asked, a bit disturbed but also curious.
“You realize you sound like him, right?” His tone was almost accusative.
She paused before responding, trying to remember what she’d been saying, and realized that in her time at Torchwood and with the Doctor, she’d picked up a large body of knowledge about alien technology and the way of the universe and had been rambling off her answers with complete certainty. She glanced down at the sonic device in her hand, feeling the first genuine smile in years appear on her face.
And he can feel good that he's my guy
'Cause he knows
It don't mean that he's just mine
I don't wanna own him, or control him
I just want our souls to be aligned
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
He picked up for a walk around,
He's gonna put that down again
Jack watched the way the Doctor treated Martha and felt sorry for her. The girl had her heart in her eyes, jealousy evident in her voice when Rose was mentioned, defiance in the face of the Doctor’s anger at their joking. But Martha wasn’t Rose. And what was worse was that Martha knew that.
It was so different from when they had her. Yes, part of the uncomfortableness was due to the fact that he couldn’t freaking die but other than that, it was the missing warmth, the extra heart that Rose had provided that was gone from this Doctor. He wasn’t dark and brooding because of the fall of the Time Lords like his previous regeneration. No, this Doctor was filled with the darkness of missing Rose.
He’d thought that she’d be around longer. And when the Doctor tells him why she’s not there, Jack understands why she isn’t there. She’d never have left by her own choice and neither would the Doctor have let her, if it was within his power.
I'm the one he loves & trusts
He goes out on the town
I don't get jealous
It's all about affection
Not possession with us
And I do exactly what I want
When I'm with him,
And when I'm not
It's not a maneuvering
Just to deal with
What we've got
The tea had been poured and Jackie had settled in next to Rose in the living room before she thought to ask where the Doctor was. Rose answered that he was refueling the TARDIS and she’d wanted to just visit with her mum. Jackie had smiled at her answer, always happy to have her daughter with her.
Rose stared at the television, a small smile playing across her lips though she wasn’t really watching anything funny. Jackie just observed her. Her baby girl had grown up in the past couple of years. She’d matured with all that she’d seen and observed. Jackie never asked too much about what she and the Doctor got up to, knowing she probably wouldn’t like all the answers or believe them anyway.
She knew that they weren’t sleeping together though. There was always that tension running between the two of them that never went away. A line that one of them never crossed. Jackie knew which one who was holding back . Neither she nor Pete had been one to control impulses so she was sure that Rose had never inherited anything like that.
She cocked her head to the side. She wondered about it though. They spent so much time together. And they were in love. It was obvious to see for anyone who cared to look.
So, if you love someone
Let them be free
I know I don't want no one suffocating me.
Don't settle for ownership
Make it deep
If you love some one
You should feel good
To let them breathe
She couldn’t believe that in the middle of all this danger, of the fact that the Earth was gone, that Rose was coming. The Rose. The one who the Doctor couldn’t stop talking about when she first met him. The one whose room had been sealed shut after the one time Donna had found it and seen that he’d left it exactly the same. The one who he’d talk to in the middle of the night, when he thought that he was all alone in the control room. That Rose.
That wide, eager smile he’d displayed when she’d asked if Rose coming back was a good thing, it was a smile that one could think was the same as his other smiles but Donna knew better. It was a smile for Rose. She’d never seen it before and she’d wanted to reach out and touch it, just get a taste of what love like that must feel like because she never thought she’d get a chance at that. Not like them.
When she stood there, in the middle of a deserted street and tried to remember all that the beautiful blonde had told her, she felt her heart drop at seeing the disappointment in her best friend’s eyes. Rose hadn’t come.
But just as soon as she’d given up herself, it had become a moment for the ages, a moment to be sung about in ballads and written down in poems. Because Donna had caught sight of something that would lift the Doctor up so high she didn’t think he’d ever come back down.
She saw her.
So, when you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl
His hand moved down her neck and across her shoulder, lightly grazing across her arm, raising goosebumps on her skin. It was a touch of exploration. He’d never done this, in the time he’d been with her. This was a first. Rose felt herself sway as his mouth followed the same path, slower, more seductive. She moaned as he found a sensitive spot on her neck, sucking lightly. Her hands came around his shoulders, pulling him to her, eliciting sensual sounds from him as skin touched skin, melded them together as never before.
His mouth met hers again, warmth and wet becoming all they knew for a moment. He pulled back to meet her eyes. His hand came up to touch her face reverently. The moonlight causing his dark eyes to shimmer. So much love was there. So much that it caught her breath and wound it around in her stomach, stirring her desire even further. In the years she’d been with him, she’d only seen glimpses of it before he’d turned away but now, he took off the mask he’d worn and let her see all of him.
It was scary, knowing that he’d felt this way their entire time together, knowing what he was capable of when he was by himself, on his own. She was thankful for all the people who’d come into his life, who’d helped him find his way back to himself. Find his way back to her.
When you see me walking around
I'm his
When you see me walking around
I'm his
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl
Everyone knows that she’s his girl - “I’m His Girl” by Friends
When you see me walking around with him / I'm not just another chick / I'm his girl, 1649
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl
Harriet knew that there was something different about the young blonde and the old soldier in his leather jacket. He proclaimed himself to be a Doctor or rather, she supposed, the Doctor. They’d come bounding in to Number 10 as if they’d belonged there though the girl’s, Rose Tyler’s, jeans and pink t-shirt said anything but, and saved the day. And they’d done it together, playing off each other though it was clear that the Doctor was far more knowledgeable than his companion. Yet he deferred to her. Harriet had never seen anything like it.
She’d seen many remarkable things that day (not the least being aliens hidden in human bodies), but what she remembered most about that day (other than surviving an exploding building) was the look in that man’s eyes when he’d faced Rose Tyler across the expansive wooden conference table. It was a look she never forgot, even when she saw him again in a different body.
It was a look of complete adoration.
And I can be proud that I'm his girl
'Cause I know that I'm good all by myself
See I don't need his love
I really want him, right
It wasn’t until she’d been separated from him for two years that Rose was able to see that she’d become something more than just a shop girl.
Ever since that last good-bye with the Doctor at Bad Wolf Bay, she’d allowed herself just to be pulled along by the tide. Not actually participating, just watching as events, people, life passed her by. Pete had given her a job at Torchwood which she’d taken just so her hands and mind could be kept busy, not actually processing what she was doing. She’d taken a field job, collecting up alien machinery that were thrown from the Rift or crashed to Earth and cataloguing and analyzing them.
The change happened on an ordinary day in the lab, tinkering with some odd parts that had been found off the coast of Newfoundland. Mickey had come in, as he had a tendency to do, and tried to engage her in some small talk. She’d answered absentmindedly, not really hearing what she was saying until she’d noticed that the man had gone silent.
Turning off the sonic device she’d rigged up a few months before as she’d found that it had been the only way to work a Gangerian energy module, she glanced up at him. Mickey’s mouth was hanging slightly open, his eyebrows drawn together in slight confusion and realization.
“What?” she asked, a bit disturbed but also curious.
“You realize you sound like him, right?” His tone was almost accusative.
She paused before responding, trying to remember what she’d been saying, and realized that in her time at Torchwood and with the Doctor, she’d picked up a large body of knowledge about alien technology and the way of the universe and had been rambling off her answers with complete certainty. She glanced down at the sonic device in her hand, feeling the first genuine smile in years appear on her face.
And he can feel good that he's my guy
'Cause he knows
It don't mean that he's just mine
I don't wanna own him, or control him
I just want our souls to be aligned
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
He picked up for a walk around,
He's gonna put that down again
Jack watched the way the Doctor treated Martha and felt sorry for her. The girl had her heart in her eyes, jealousy evident in her voice when Rose was mentioned, defiance in the face of the Doctor’s anger at their joking. But Martha wasn’t Rose. And what was worse was that Martha knew that.
It was so different from when they had her. Yes, part of the uncomfortableness was due to the fact that he couldn’t freaking die but other than that, it was the missing warmth, the extra heart that Rose had provided that was gone from this Doctor. He wasn’t dark and brooding because of the fall of the Time Lords like his previous regeneration. No, this Doctor was filled with the darkness of missing Rose.
He’d thought that she’d be around longer. And when the Doctor tells him why she’s not there, Jack understands why she isn’t there. She’d never have left by her own choice and neither would the Doctor have let her, if it was within his power.
I'm the one he loves & trusts
He goes out on the town
I don't get jealous
It's all about affection
Not possession with us
And I do exactly what I want
When I'm with him,
And when I'm not
It's not a maneuvering
Just to deal with
What we've got
The tea had been poured and Jackie had settled in next to Rose in the living room before she thought to ask where the Doctor was. Rose answered that he was refueling the TARDIS and she’d wanted to just visit with her mum. Jackie had smiled at her answer, always happy to have her daughter with her.
Rose stared at the television, a small smile playing across her lips though she wasn’t really watching anything funny. Jackie just observed her. Her baby girl had grown up in the past couple of years. She’d matured with all that she’d seen and observed. Jackie never asked too much about what she and the Doctor got up to, knowing she probably wouldn’t like all the answers or believe them anyway.
She knew that they weren’t sleeping together though. There was always that tension running between the two of them that never went away. A line that one of them never crossed. Jackie knew which one who was holding back . Neither she nor Pete had been one to control impulses so she was sure that Rose had never inherited anything like that.
She cocked her head to the side. She wondered about it though. They spent so much time together. And they were in love. It was obvious to see for anyone who cared to look.
So, if you love someone
Let them be free
I know I don't want no one suffocating me.
Don't settle for ownership
Make it deep
If you love some one
You should feel good
To let them breathe
She couldn’t believe that in the middle of all this danger, of the fact that the Earth was gone, that Rose was coming. The Rose. The one who the Doctor couldn’t stop talking about when she first met him. The one whose room had been sealed shut after the one time Donna had found it and seen that he’d left it exactly the same. The one who he’d talk to in the middle of the night, when he thought that he was all alone in the control room. That Rose.
That wide, eager smile he’d displayed when she’d asked if Rose coming back was a good thing, it was a smile that one could think was the same as his other smiles but Donna knew better. It was a smile for Rose. She’d never seen it before and she’d wanted to reach out and touch it, just get a taste of what love like that must feel like because she never thought she’d get a chance at that. Not like them.
When she stood there, in the middle of a deserted street and tried to remember all that the beautiful blonde had told her, she felt her heart drop at seeing the disappointment in her best friend’s eyes. Rose hadn’t come.
But just as soon as she’d given up herself, it had become a moment for the ages, a moment to be sung about in ballads and written down in poems. Because Donna had caught sight of something that would lift the Doctor up so high she didn’t think he’d ever come back down.
She saw her.
So, when you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl
His hand moved down her neck and across her shoulder, lightly grazing across her arm, raising goosebumps on her skin. It was a touch of exploration. He’d never done this, in the time he’d been with her. This was a first. Rose felt herself sway as his mouth followed the same path, slower, more seductive. She moaned as he found a sensitive spot on her neck, sucking lightly. Her hands came around his shoulders, pulling him to her, eliciting sensual sounds from him as skin touched skin, melded them together as never before.
His mouth met hers again, warmth and wet becoming all they knew for a moment. He pulled back to meet her eyes. His hand came up to touch her face reverently. The moonlight causing his dark eyes to shimmer. So much love was there. So much that it caught her breath and wound it around in her stomach, stirring her desire even further. In the years she’d been with him, she’d only seen glimpses of it before he’d turned away but now, he took off the mask he’d worn and let her see all of him.
It was scary, knowing that he’d felt this way their entire time together, knowing what he was capable of when he was by himself, on his own. She was thankful for all the people who’d come into his life, who’d helped him find his way back to himself. Find his way back to her.
When you see me walking around
I'm his
When you see me walking around
I'm his
When you see me walking around with him
I'm not just another chick
I'm his girl