waiting for a friend
Waiting for a friend Eleven/Rose, Amy, G
How she'd gotten there, he had no idea, but the last thing he planned to do about it was complain. The question was, what exactly was he going to do about it?
Rose Tyler, her long blonde hair seemingly floating in the wind, her eyebrows drawn together in a state on contemplation, her teeth worrying at her perfect bottom lip, was leaning against the old blue police box in the park. Despite the fact that her eyes were roaming over every inch of the park, searching for the man she'd never find, in the brown pin striped suit that had been destroyed, she seemed very at home. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, her balance on one foot alone as she leaned back against the TARDIS. One of her hands was holding her upper arm, the other behind her, against the machine, her fingers tracing small, loving patterns on her door. As he watched her from afar, he noticed every so often she'd whisper something, likely to the TARDIS, rather than herself.
Finally he decided on a course of action, knowing it very well may earn him an infamous Tyler slap, but he was in a state of such giddiness that he couldn't help himself. "Are you looking for someone?" he asked, leaning beside her. She turned her head toward him, her hair whipping around, sending the smell of her shampoo everywhere. His hearts seemed to be trying to fight their way out of his chest.
"I, uh..." As she stared into his eyes, he momentarily thought she recognized him, just from what must be in them after all this time. "I'm waiting for a friend." she finally answered, tilting herself toward him a bit more. "This seemed like the right place to look for him."
He smiled, wondering how long she'd been standing here waiting for him, talking to the TARDIS and searching faces of passing strangers. "What's he look like?"
She made a small "ahh" sound, a blush coming to her cheeks as she searched for words, her tongue pressed between her teeth as she thought. "Tall, great head of hair, wearing a trench coat, maybe. I don't know, could be short and blonde, I suppose." Then a small laugh. "Ginger, if he's lucky." She rearranged her limbs, standing straighter and wrapping her arms around herself uncomfortably. "I must sound mad."
Waving a hand about dismissively in front of him, he tried to reassure her, "All the best people are mad."
"Who's mad?" a Scottish lilt chimed in. They both watched as Amy came around the corner of the TARDIS, knocking her shoulder into the Doctor's as she passed him. "Were you talking about yourself, Raggedy Man?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but it was Rose who got there first. "I was just telling your boyfriend that I was looking for a friend of mine."
The reaction she got from the two of them was much the same, sputtering, chuckling, and vigorous shaking of heads. "I'm not her-" the Doctor began, only to find himself cut off yet again. "He should be so lucky." Amy winked before trying to work her way past Rose, calling over her shoulder to the Doctor. "Are you ready?"
He kept his eyes trained on the blonde in front of him as he snapped his fingers, the door swinging open, answering Amy's question. He watched as the smile disappeared from her face, a look of dawning realization and fascination taking over as she stared at him. He smiled, testing out old, familiar words in a new mouth. "Allons-y, Rose Tyler?"
How she'd gotten there, he had no idea, but the last thing he planned to do about it was complain. The question was, what exactly was he going to do about it?
Rose Tyler, her long blonde hair seemingly floating in the wind, her eyebrows drawn together in a state on contemplation, her teeth worrying at her perfect bottom lip, was leaning against the old blue police box in the park. Despite the fact that her eyes were roaming over every inch of the park, searching for the man she'd never find, in the brown pin striped suit that had been destroyed, she seemed very at home. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, her balance on one foot alone as she leaned back against the TARDIS. One of her hands was holding her upper arm, the other behind her, against the machine, her fingers tracing small, loving patterns on her door. As he watched her from afar, he noticed every so often she'd whisper something, likely to the TARDIS, rather than herself.
Finally he decided on a course of action, knowing it very well may earn him an infamous Tyler slap, but he was in a state of such giddiness that he couldn't help himself. "Are you looking for someone?" he asked, leaning beside her. She turned her head toward him, her hair whipping around, sending the smell of her shampoo everywhere. His hearts seemed to be trying to fight their way out of his chest.
"I, uh..." As she stared into his eyes, he momentarily thought she recognized him, just from what must be in them after all this time. "I'm waiting for a friend." she finally answered, tilting herself toward him a bit more. "This seemed like the right place to look for him."
He smiled, wondering how long she'd been standing here waiting for him, talking to the TARDIS and searching faces of passing strangers. "What's he look like?"
She made a small "ahh" sound, a blush coming to her cheeks as she searched for words, her tongue pressed between her teeth as she thought. "Tall, great head of hair, wearing a trench coat, maybe. I don't know, could be short and blonde, I suppose." Then a small laugh. "Ginger, if he's lucky." She rearranged her limbs, standing straighter and wrapping her arms around herself uncomfortably. "I must sound mad."
Waving a hand about dismissively in front of him, he tried to reassure her, "All the best people are mad."
"Who's mad?" a Scottish lilt chimed in. They both watched as Amy came around the corner of the TARDIS, knocking her shoulder into the Doctor's as she passed him. "Were you talking about yourself, Raggedy Man?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but it was Rose who got there first. "I was just telling your boyfriend that I was looking for a friend of mine."
The reaction she got from the two of them was much the same, sputtering, chuckling, and vigorous shaking of heads. "I'm not her-" the Doctor began, only to find himself cut off yet again. "He should be so lucky." Amy winked before trying to work her way past Rose, calling over her shoulder to the Doctor. "Are you ready?"
He kept his eyes trained on the blonde in front of him as he snapped his fingers, the door swinging open, answering Amy's question. He watched as the smile disappeared from her face, a look of dawning realization and fascination taking over as she stared at him. He smiled, testing out old, familiar words in a new mouth. "Allons-y, Rose Tyler?"