Doctor Who fic
I started watching "Doctor Who" around episode 3, and really loved it - I think it's charming, lough-out-loud funny and really cleverly done. Even though my housemates both loathe it, I managed to watch it more often than not - usually amidst cries of "How can you like it??" and "Not this crap again!"! Having just watched the final episode (missed it, but thankfully was able to find a copy online later) and having read pretty much all the fanfic there is about that last scene, I decided it wasn't quite to my liking and wrote my own:
She looks at him being enveloped by a bright light and is scared to death. She hasn’t understood what he’s been trying to tell her, about going to Barcelona with her - only not like this? What the hell was he talking about and what’s happening now?
And then the bright light is gone, but so is he. Standing in his place is a brown-haired, brown-eyed man, and while part of Rose is so very confused, and scared, there is another part of her that is thinking “ohh… nice”, because she’s always been partial to brown eyes. And yet another part instinctively recognises that it is still him, that this new, very attractive man is still the Doctor, but it is overshadowed by confusion and a strong feeling of loss.
So when he starts talking, she’s a bit relieved. One, because she has a bit more time to sort out her feelings, and two because the way he talks is still very similar to what it was like before. Not the voice, nor the pronunciation - she can’t quite place it, but it’s there.
She isn’t even listening to what he’s saying, catches the word Barcelona, but is still studying him, and sorting out her feelings. While her emotions are ranging from anything between sadness over loosing the old him, over attraction - because while she wasn’t initially attracted to the old him, her subsequent attraction has either carried over or the new him is just bloody well hot by himself - all the way to elation, that she hasn’t lost him, that they survived.
She knows Jack is alive as well, instinctively, and while not thinking about him per se, figures him to be somewhere in the Tardis, maybe getting the alcohol out for a survival party. He’d be like that, she thinks, in less than the blink of an eye, because the majority of her brain is busy trying to make sense of everything. Anything, really, and as she’s still looking at him, watching his lips move, she sees them forming a smile. A smile so familiar, and new at the same time, a smile that has always and even now still does make her love him so much. She can’t help but delay her search for a resolution to her feelings and decide on acting instead.
She moves across the few feet between them as if being fast-forwarded, hardly notices anything at all until he is in her arms and his arms close around her, too. They hug tightly, clinging to each other as if they never want to let each other go, forgetting the world around them for a few precious moments that could as well have been an eternity for all the time and space that is swirling around between the two of them.
She feels dizzy, feels the world spinning through her, and knows it’s a familiar feeling, but she doesn’t remember ever feeling like this before. She holds on to the Doctor, because he’s grounding her and keeping her calm while the whole of space and time seems to be connected to her, and somehow knows that she is doing the same for him too, for now, but that it is a constant feeling for him, rather than something that is only happening right this moment.
The longer they embrace, the less intense the feeling gets for her, and after a few seconds it has receded to the edge of her consciousness, still there but not making her head spin around as much as before. It leaves her open for other things, other impressions converging on her mind and all being processed at the same time - the feeling of this new and exciting body against hers; the smell of him that seems to be the same mixture of nature and civilization, sky and earth as before; the size of his hands on her back; the skin of his neck beneath her face.
She feels at home, same as she has always felt when being close to him lately, and only reluctantly pulls back to be able to look him in the eyes.
“Welcome home, Doctor.”
Also posted at my fanfiction.net account, and I might write more later!
She looks at him being enveloped by a bright light and is scared to death. She hasn’t understood what he’s been trying to tell her, about going to Barcelona with her - only not like this? What the hell was he talking about and what’s happening now?
And then the bright light is gone, but so is he. Standing in his place is a brown-haired, brown-eyed man, and while part of Rose is so very confused, and scared, there is another part of her that is thinking “ohh… nice”, because she’s always been partial to brown eyes. And yet another part instinctively recognises that it is still him, that this new, very attractive man is still the Doctor, but it is overshadowed by confusion and a strong feeling of loss.
So when he starts talking, she’s a bit relieved. One, because she has a bit more time to sort out her feelings, and two because the way he talks is still very similar to what it was like before. Not the voice, nor the pronunciation - she can’t quite place it, but it’s there.
She isn’t even listening to what he’s saying, catches the word Barcelona, but is still studying him, and sorting out her feelings. While her emotions are ranging from anything between sadness over loosing the old him, over attraction - because while she wasn’t initially attracted to the old him, her subsequent attraction has either carried over or the new him is just bloody well hot by himself - all the way to elation, that she hasn’t lost him, that they survived.
She knows Jack is alive as well, instinctively, and while not thinking about him per se, figures him to be somewhere in the Tardis, maybe getting the alcohol out for a survival party. He’d be like that, she thinks, in less than the blink of an eye, because the majority of her brain is busy trying to make sense of everything. Anything, really, and as she’s still looking at him, watching his lips move, she sees them forming a smile. A smile so familiar, and new at the same time, a smile that has always and even now still does make her love him so much. She can’t help but delay her search for a resolution to her feelings and decide on acting instead.
She moves across the few feet between them as if being fast-forwarded, hardly notices anything at all until he is in her arms and his arms close around her, too. They hug tightly, clinging to each other as if they never want to let each other go, forgetting the world around them for a few precious moments that could as well have been an eternity for all the time and space that is swirling around between the two of them.
She feels dizzy, feels the world spinning through her, and knows it’s a familiar feeling, but she doesn’t remember ever feeling like this before. She holds on to the Doctor, because he’s grounding her and keeping her calm while the whole of space and time seems to be connected to her, and somehow knows that she is doing the same for him too, for now, but that it is a constant feeling for him, rather than something that is only happening right this moment.
The longer they embrace, the less intense the feeling gets for her, and after a few seconds it has receded to the edge of her consciousness, still there but not making her head spin around as much as before. It leaves her open for other things, other impressions converging on her mind and all being processed at the same time - the feeling of this new and exciting body against hers; the smell of him that seems to be the same mixture of nature and civilization, sky and earth as before; the size of his hands on her back; the skin of his neck beneath her face.
She feels at home, same as she has always felt when being close to him lately, and only reluctantly pulls back to be able to look him in the eyes.
“Welcome home, Doctor.”
Also posted at my fanfiction.net account, and I might write more later!