Can You See Me Now? Ten/Rose, PG ( Read more... )

Hold it all when I hold you Ten2/Rose, PG for one use of the word 'cock'
Rewind nineteen odd years and he’s just as wrapped around his daughter’s finger. A prequel to For you, dear, anything 1,623 words.

( Sweet Rassillon but he’s going to cock this all up somehow. )

Fry me Kangaroo brown, sport Doctor/Rose, PG
A reunion fic, of sorts. 1,369 words

( It’s been an exhausting few days, punctuated with terse phone calls home at odd hours and sneaky physical therapy sessions. )

Shadow in Plain Sight the Master and implied Ten/Rose, PG-13
Oh but it’s simply marvellous how the Doctor loses her. Rose Tyler is on the list of the dead and he makes certain to attend each and every one of the memorial services. It’s good for his image - dear Harold Saxon who is rising in the polls every day, so sympathetic to those who have ( Read more... )

Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow Nine/Rose, PG
The Doctor sat vigilant at her bedside and read Lewis Carroll until her feverish brain allowed her to rest, but soon enough she was shaking her head at Kipling’s whimsy and being enchanted by the kindness of Sara Crewe and the transformation of Mary Lennox and by the time she had progressed ( Read more... )

Under the Influence Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, PG-13
“You don’t scare me!” she says and her voice might be small and she might tremble as she says it but she isn’t afraid. Not really. “The Doctor’d never let anything hurt me. An’ I don’t care what you say, he’s still in there and I’ll bet he’s fightin’ you with everything he’s got!” 1,588 words

( Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you )

To feed a starving man on breadcrumbs, Ten/Rose/Bad Wolf, PG
One finger caresses a sweet line of warmth down his cheek, like a tear of molten gold and he tries desperately hard not to crack in two. Her lips trace the slipstream and come to rest on his chin, trembling as it is. She kisses him there, so softly, and draws back to whisper her love to ( Read more... )

We bend and creak but never break Rose/TenII, NC-17
Gift for: rubberbisquit
Something angsty with smut thrown in somewhere. Focusing on the new found mortality of TenII. He isn’t here, not really. Physically he’s taking up the bed with his long legs and miles of plastic tubing, but Rose just can’t align this fragile looking creature with her Doctor. 4,919 ( Read more... )

And after all; you’re my... Ten2/Rose, PG-13
In the boiling steam and underneath the rushing sound of water he finally allows himself to weep - with terror, with rage. With the utter despair of a mortal man faced for the very first time with his own mortality. 1,414 words.
A/N: ( VERY IMPORTANT WARNING. PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE THE FIC. )

They’re Bite Size! Nine/Rose, G
“They’re good waffles them.” he commented as he began idly dinging a bell on the console. “Even if they’re using false advertising to sell ‘em - saying that they’re bite size.”
A/N: many thanks to the creators and writers of Dead Like Me from whom I have shamelessly stolen several lines of dialogue, the waitress, and ( Read more... )