FIc: It Always Ends the Same
Title: It Always Ends The Same
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Spoilers: Audio Book Nightmare on Black Island
A/N: Angst like whoa. Posting in response to the plea for more fic.
Summary: This had happened before, and it’d happen again. It always ended the same way.
Under the cut!
It Always Ends the Same
Rose sighed as she stepped into the bubble bath she’d drawn herself. The TARDIS bathroom was almost cavernous. There was a small room that held the toilet, and three different sinks opposite the large bathtub. One sink was surrounded by Rose’s facial scrubs, make-up and tooth brush and paste. Another had The Doctor’s shaving supplies, and his own different soaps and tooth products. The last was empty.
Rose frowned. Once upon a time it had held Jack’s things; his own shaving supplies along with cologne and a black comb. She remembered how he used to slide it through his dark hair, and give her and The Doctor a smile in the morning.
She leaned back in the tub and let out a deep breath. Having Miss Paine and the other Sinrog rummage through her mind for the things they were looking for had not been at all pleasant, and she still felt weak from the experience. A shiver ran up her spine despite the heat of the water.
Silently, she closed her eyes, and took in a deep inhale before sliding under the water with her eyes squeezed shut. When she emerged, and opened her eyes, it was to find the Doctor staring worriedly at her.
She blushed. “What are you doing?”
“I…” He frowned. “I came in to brush my teeth…I thought you’d fallen asleep or something…I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I’m okay,” she said quietly.
“You looked awful,” he told her. “When I found you in the tunnel…and even when everything was sorted…What did they do to you?”
Rose swallowed. She wasn’t really certain herself. “They uhm…I don’t…”
The Doctor sat on the edge of the tub. “You look much better. Your color is back…your eyes are much more alert. A good night’s rest should do you up the rest of the way.”
“And you?”
He cocked his head. “What about me?”
Rose frowned. “They had you strapped up, too.”
“I’m fine.”
“Right. Time Lord and all.”
He tried for a smile but failed miserably. “Oh, Rose…I’m so used to my nightmares that it doesn’t even matter anymore.”
She reached for his hand, but he stood up, out of her reach. He walked towards the door. “I’ll see you when you wake up.”
Quickly, Rose stood up from the tub and reached out for her bathrobe. She pulled it around herself haphazardly and rushed over The Doctor, stopping behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his back.
He stopped, right in the doorway, his muscles tensing. He had no idea what he was supposed to do with the soaking wet human that had wrapped her arms around him snuggly. It felt good, though, he knew that. He relaxed a little and placed a hand over one of hers.
She let go and turned him around to face her, and watched as his cheeks deepened in color. She knew she hadn’t really put her robe on properly, but she didn’t really care. Rose couldn’t let him get away with a comment as dark as he’d made.
The Doctor stared down at her. She was all curves and soft skin under the scant white robe she’d thrown on. He swallowed hard, and looked her in the eyes. He’d seen her nightmares. The Slitheen; the Daleks. That was his fault.
He gathered himself together, and put his hands gently on her shoulders, leaning down and kissing the top of her head softly. “G’night, Rose.”
She reached out a hand and kept him from leaving, grabbing his fingers. “Don’t go.”
He tensed. “Rose.”
She pulled him back, closer this time, and wrapped her arms around him again, resting her head on his chest.
The Doctor sighed and rubbed her back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Rose didn’t reply.
“I keep…putting you through all these things,” he went on. “You keep getting hurt…lost…turned to stone…gone for a whole year…Maybe I should just take you home.”
“Oh, shut up,” she muttered.
They stayed like that for a long while, her grip getting tighter, both of his arms securely around her. She pulled away to look at him after a particularly long moment, and neither had realized they’d been getting closer until their noses touched gently.
The Doctor pulled back then, looking a little awkward. “I…I have some…I’ve got some things…” He stepped back a few paces before turning and leaving the bathroom.
Rose watched him go and shook her head. She was about to grab her hairbrush, when the Doctor stormed back in, took her by the wrists and pulled her into a deep, desperate kiss.
She closed her eyes, letting him control the kiss at first, but wound up wrenching her arms away from him and putting her hands on his face, slowing their lips, and softening hers against his.
When it ended, he slumped against her, his head on her shoulder.
This had happened before, and it’d happen again. It always ended the same way.
“I can’t,” The Doctor muttered. “I can’t, Rose, I’m sorry.”
She kissed his neck gently and stood him upright. “I’ll see you when I wake up.”
He nodded and watched her walk out.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Spoilers: Audio Book Nightmare on Black Island
A/N: Angst like whoa. Posting in response to the plea for more fic.
Summary: This had happened before, and it’d happen again. It always ended the same way.
Under the cut!
It Always Ends the Same
Rose sighed as she stepped into the bubble bath she’d drawn herself. The TARDIS bathroom was almost cavernous. There was a small room that held the toilet, and three different sinks opposite the large bathtub. One sink was surrounded by Rose’s facial scrubs, make-up and tooth brush and paste. Another had The Doctor’s shaving supplies, and his own different soaps and tooth products. The last was empty.
Rose frowned. Once upon a time it had held Jack’s things; his own shaving supplies along with cologne and a black comb. She remembered how he used to slide it through his dark hair, and give her and The Doctor a smile in the morning.
She leaned back in the tub and let out a deep breath. Having Miss Paine and the other Sinrog rummage through her mind for the things they were looking for had not been at all pleasant, and she still felt weak from the experience. A shiver ran up her spine despite the heat of the water.
Silently, she closed her eyes, and took in a deep inhale before sliding under the water with her eyes squeezed shut. When she emerged, and opened her eyes, it was to find the Doctor staring worriedly at her.
She blushed. “What are you doing?”
“I…” He frowned. “I came in to brush my teeth…I thought you’d fallen asleep or something…I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I’m okay,” she said quietly.
“You looked awful,” he told her. “When I found you in the tunnel…and even when everything was sorted…What did they do to you?”
Rose swallowed. She wasn’t really certain herself. “They uhm…I don’t…”
The Doctor sat on the edge of the tub. “You look much better. Your color is back…your eyes are much more alert. A good night’s rest should do you up the rest of the way.”
“And you?”
He cocked his head. “What about me?”
Rose frowned. “They had you strapped up, too.”
“I’m fine.”
“Right. Time Lord and all.”
He tried for a smile but failed miserably. “Oh, Rose…I’m so used to my nightmares that it doesn’t even matter anymore.”
She reached for his hand, but he stood up, out of her reach. He walked towards the door. “I’ll see you when you wake up.”
Quickly, Rose stood up from the tub and reached out for her bathrobe. She pulled it around herself haphazardly and rushed over The Doctor, stopping behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his back.
He stopped, right in the doorway, his muscles tensing. He had no idea what he was supposed to do with the soaking wet human that had wrapped her arms around him snuggly. It felt good, though, he knew that. He relaxed a little and placed a hand over one of hers.
She let go and turned him around to face her, and watched as his cheeks deepened in color. She knew she hadn’t really put her robe on properly, but she didn’t really care. Rose couldn’t let him get away with a comment as dark as he’d made.
The Doctor stared down at her. She was all curves and soft skin under the scant white robe she’d thrown on. He swallowed hard, and looked her in the eyes. He’d seen her nightmares. The Slitheen; the Daleks. That was his fault.
He gathered himself together, and put his hands gently on her shoulders, leaning down and kissing the top of her head softly. “G’night, Rose.”
She reached out a hand and kept him from leaving, grabbing his fingers. “Don’t go.”
He tensed. “Rose.”
She pulled him back, closer this time, and wrapped her arms around him again, resting her head on his chest.
The Doctor sighed and rubbed her back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Rose didn’t reply.
“I keep…putting you through all these things,” he went on. “You keep getting hurt…lost…turned to stone…gone for a whole year…Maybe I should just take you home.”
“Oh, shut up,” she muttered.
They stayed like that for a long while, her grip getting tighter, both of his arms securely around her. She pulled away to look at him after a particularly long moment, and neither had realized they’d been getting closer until their noses touched gently.
The Doctor pulled back then, looking a little awkward. “I…I have some…I’ve got some things…” He stepped back a few paces before turning and leaving the bathroom.
Rose watched him go and shook her head. She was about to grab her hairbrush, when the Doctor stormed back in, took her by the wrists and pulled her into a deep, desperate kiss.
She closed her eyes, letting him control the kiss at first, but wound up wrenching her arms away from him and putting her hands on his face, slowing their lips, and softening hers against his.
When it ended, he slumped against her, his head on her shoulder.
This had happened before, and it’d happen again. It always ended the same way.
“I can’t,” The Doctor muttered. “I can’t, Rose, I’m sorry.”
She kissed his neck gently and stood him upright. “I’ll see you when I wake up.”
He nodded and watched her walk out.