master fic list
Take Care
TenII/Rose, G, 1127 w.
Rose looked out through the glass and studied his posture. He very casually pivoted to lean toward the car, listening in. Rose rolled her eyes.
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Oh Very Young
TenII/Rose, G, 744 w.
He had a sneaking suspicion they looked like someone's embarrassing mom and dad dressed as Sid and Nancy for Halloween, but Rose had been beside herself with glee as she layered on her dark raccoon eyes and reached for the mascara.
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Barefoot
TenII/Rose, PG13, 1278 w.
There was the jagged trail of zeppelins on approach to the airport, eternal, appearing in the distance and disappearing into the far-off glow of London. Beyond them, the irridescent, winking brush stroke of the Milky Way. And Rose, bathed in monochrome moonlight, eyes wide and shining in the dark. Somewhere in the house, music was playing.
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Bioluminescence
TenII/Rose, Eleven/Rose, PG13, 1961 w.
I came to tell you, we'll swim in the water, we'll swim like something sparkling underneath the waves.
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Fireworks
TenII/Rose, PG, 775 w.
The water was so hot it burned, but oh, it all hurt anyway.
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Welcome to Julsted
TenII/Rose, PG, in progress, 5783 w.
01.
That one awful moment, watching the old blue box fade out on the shoreline (with the familiar, yet unfamiliar hand in hers) was just one of a sequence of soul tearing moments, and Rose Tyler was older now, and she knew better, so it didn't quite hit her with the painful, gut-punching force of the last time. Not quite.
02.
With the sun dipping low behind him and Rose up ahead, this new Doctor felt himself unraveling-retreating back to that one, searing absolute. Always, Rose was gone.
03.
Rose caught the slight turn of his head as he checked that she was still behind him, and the unmistakable gleam of excitement in his thousand-year-old eyes...
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Wanderlust
TenII/Rose, PG13, 1401 w.
Well, no one ever does quite expect what they get.
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Zippers
TenII/Rose, PG, 470 w.
...as she climbed over pile after pile of uncategorized space rubbish to reach him she was acutely aware that she'd spent her entire adult life doing much the same, with varying degrees of success.
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Because
Martha, Ten/Rose, TenII, G, 1060 w.
“Martha Jones,” Rose said, and that grin was in her voice. She spoke the words, and it sounded like a blessing.
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Safe
Ten/Rose, G, 1150 w.
The room was dominated by a towering oil-on-water force field, and through the shimmering surface Rose caught a glimpse of their playground-all of time, all of space, and silhouetted against it, the Doctor.