Scraps 1/10? (Ten/Rose)
Title: Scraps
Rating-by-chapter: PG
Couple: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: All of season 2
Summary: A collection of 'Missing Scenes' through each episode of Season 2. Ten/Rose shippiness all the way, told from the Doctor's POV.
Disclaimer: I believe these would be called 'deleted scenes' if I owned DW
AN: So I randomly got this idea...wonder if it'll work out. You could say this is AU, but I'd tell ya there's nothing in canon saying definitely that it went any differently. Set directly after CI ends.
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Scraps
Chapter 1: Christmas Invasion
She smiled up at him, looking just like a christmas angel in the snow-that-wasn't. "When do we leave?"
He returned her grin. "Why not now?"
"You'll not even stay for Christmas?" Once again, Jackie's voice filtered through the air behind them, breaking up the perfect mood with her annoyingly guilting voice.
Rose frowned softly, and glanced back at her mother a moment, then back at him. He knew what she was going to ask before she even opened her mouth, and gave a put-upon sigh before she could. "I suppose I need to make sure the crash didn't damage the TARDIS before we leave."
He didn't, really. It was his ship, afterall--he knew when it was damaged, and it was quite tough enough to handle a few bangs from a couple buildings, anyway.
She smiled gratefully and squeezed his hand. "How long d'ya think it'll take?"
However long he could stand to sit around and do nothing, and however long he could avoid Jackie and her incessant domescity. "Tomorrow morning."
Rose's smile was worth a few more hours around Jackie and Mickey-the-idiot.
--
The Doctor huffed in exhaustion as he collapsed against the couch, Jackie had finally turned in a few minutes ago, and Mickey had wandered home almost an hour before that.
Rose gave him a sympathetic look as she sat next to him.
"Next Christmas we're spending in Bermuda." He said, frowning over at her. "The planet, not the country. Wonderful place, Bermuda. Bit strange, though...Pythagoras thought they were obsessive."
"A hot christmas?" She looked skeptical.
"Hey, don't knock it!"
She rolled her eyes. "What about a white christmas?"
"What about a christmas tan?"
"Sleigh riding."
"Surf boarding."
"Hot Cocoa."
"Ice Tea."
"And what, does Santa wear red and white swimming trunks?!" She sighed in exasperation.
"You don't honestly think there's a Santa Claus myth on every planet do you?"
"Santa Claus isn't a myth!" She looked so genuinely scandilized, he was briefly worried she might have been serious.
"You did not just say that."
Apparently his expression showed his thoughts, as Rose burst into a fit of giggles, and stuck her tongue out at him. He suppressed the urge to punish her insolence by ravishing the offensive tongue rather dramatically--as his past incarnation had been inclined to do--and instead settled for narrowing his eyes at her in a show of mock-irritation.
"Minx."
They lapsed into an almost-companionable silence for a few moments, before Rose shifted uncomfortably. "Doctor?"
He glanced toward her, already knowing what she was going to say. "Rose?"
"If...um..." She frowned a moment. "Seeing as you still want me to go with ya...I was just wonderin..."
"I told you, Rose." He reached across the gap between them, and squeezed her hand. "I'm the same man."
She grinned over at him, but he could see a flicker of doubt still in his eyes, and it hurt more than he expected it to. He let her hand fall from his, and averted his gaze from hers. He really couldn't expect her to go on immediately like nothing had happened--She was only human, after all, it was hard for them to comprehend quite how regenerations worked.
"But..." He continued his previous statement over the silence that had filled the gap between them once again. "I can wait until you're comfortable. Or, I mean..."
She turned her attention from the spot in the ceiling her gaze had drifted, where she loved to contemplate, to pin him with an intensely curious stare. "You're body's brand new, yeah?"
He arched an eyebrow at the sudden jump in subject, looking back at her. "Yeah."
"You've never seen nothin, nor gone nowhere, yeah?"
"Not with these eyes or legs, no."
She grinned then, chewing on that bit of her tongue she always did whenever she was feeling especially clever. "I always wanted to know just how poor boys are, their first time."
He smirked at her, choosing to be amused rather than offended at her implication that 900 years of experience had vanished with one regeneration. "I'll have you know I keep all the knowledge and all the talents from each body, thank you."
"Prove it."
Now there was a challenge worth answering.
Until Next Time...
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AN: Pythagoras was, of course, a famous mathmatician who figured out the Pythagorean theorum. Anyone who figures out the reference gets a very big cookie.
As may be clear in the chapter, this story assumes that Rose and the Doctor were romantically involved in his 9th regeneration. How much so and when is, at this point, up to you to imagine.
Rating-by-chapter: PG
Couple: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: All of season 2
Summary: A collection of 'Missing Scenes' through each episode of Season 2. Ten/Rose shippiness all the way, told from the Doctor's POV.
Disclaimer: I believe these would be called 'deleted scenes' if I owned DW
AN: So I randomly got this idea...wonder if it'll work out. You could say this is AU, but I'd tell ya there's nothing in canon saying definitely that it went any differently. Set directly after CI ends.
---
Scraps
Chapter 1: Christmas Invasion
She smiled up at him, looking just like a christmas angel in the snow-that-wasn't. "When do we leave?"
He returned her grin. "Why not now?"
"You'll not even stay for Christmas?" Once again, Jackie's voice filtered through the air behind them, breaking up the perfect mood with her annoyingly guilting voice.
Rose frowned softly, and glanced back at her mother a moment, then back at him. He knew what she was going to ask before she even opened her mouth, and gave a put-upon sigh before she could. "I suppose I need to make sure the crash didn't damage the TARDIS before we leave."
He didn't, really. It was his ship, afterall--he knew when it was damaged, and it was quite tough enough to handle a few bangs from a couple buildings, anyway.
She smiled gratefully and squeezed his hand. "How long d'ya think it'll take?"
However long he could stand to sit around and do nothing, and however long he could avoid Jackie and her incessant domescity. "Tomorrow morning."
Rose's smile was worth a few more hours around Jackie and Mickey-the-idiot.
--
The Doctor huffed in exhaustion as he collapsed against the couch, Jackie had finally turned in a few minutes ago, and Mickey had wandered home almost an hour before that.
Rose gave him a sympathetic look as she sat next to him.
"Next Christmas we're spending in Bermuda." He said, frowning over at her. "The planet, not the country. Wonderful place, Bermuda. Bit strange, though...Pythagoras thought they were obsessive."
"A hot christmas?" She looked skeptical.
"Hey, don't knock it!"
She rolled her eyes. "What about a white christmas?"
"What about a christmas tan?"
"Sleigh riding."
"Surf boarding."
"Hot Cocoa."
"Ice Tea."
"And what, does Santa wear red and white swimming trunks?!" She sighed in exasperation.
"You don't honestly think there's a Santa Claus myth on every planet do you?"
"Santa Claus isn't a myth!" She looked so genuinely scandilized, he was briefly worried she might have been serious.
"You did not just say that."
Apparently his expression showed his thoughts, as Rose burst into a fit of giggles, and stuck her tongue out at him. He suppressed the urge to punish her insolence by ravishing the offensive tongue rather dramatically--as his past incarnation had been inclined to do--and instead settled for narrowing his eyes at her in a show of mock-irritation.
"Minx."
They lapsed into an almost-companionable silence for a few moments, before Rose shifted uncomfortably. "Doctor?"
He glanced toward her, already knowing what she was going to say. "Rose?"
"If...um..." She frowned a moment. "Seeing as you still want me to go with ya...I was just wonderin..."
"I told you, Rose." He reached across the gap between them, and squeezed her hand. "I'm the same man."
She grinned over at him, but he could see a flicker of doubt still in his eyes, and it hurt more than he expected it to. He let her hand fall from his, and averted his gaze from hers. He really couldn't expect her to go on immediately like nothing had happened--She was only human, after all, it was hard for them to comprehend quite how regenerations worked.
"But..." He continued his previous statement over the silence that had filled the gap between them once again. "I can wait until you're comfortable. Or, I mean..."
She turned her attention from the spot in the ceiling her gaze had drifted, where she loved to contemplate, to pin him with an intensely curious stare. "You're body's brand new, yeah?"
He arched an eyebrow at the sudden jump in subject, looking back at her. "Yeah."
"You've never seen nothin, nor gone nowhere, yeah?"
"Not with these eyes or legs, no."
She grinned then, chewing on that bit of her tongue she always did whenever she was feeling especially clever. "I always wanted to know just how poor boys are, their first time."
He smirked at her, choosing to be amused rather than offended at her implication that 900 years of experience had vanished with one regeneration. "I'll have you know I keep all the knowledge and all the talents from each body, thank you."
"Prove it."
Now there was a challenge worth answering.
Until Next Time...
----
AN: Pythagoras was, of course, a famous mathmatician who figured out the Pythagorean theorum. Anyone who figures out the reference gets a very big cookie.
As may be clear in the chapter, this story assumes that Rose and the Doctor were romantically involved in his 9th regeneration. How much so and when is, at this point, up to you to imagine.