wood and clay ; doctor who ; rose/martha ; rated r
Rose does not belong here.
There's her mum and her dad and Tony, and John, John who despite it all, she loves. She really does. He's got, like, nice eyes, and gorgeous hair, and a wonderful smile, and he's-well, he's the Doctor. Almost.
It's not that. It's not him.
It's that she thought she'd decided a long time ago that this wasn't what she wanted. This, the-the house and the cooking and the marriage bed. And, God, she feels like him sometimes. Kind of... repulsed by it. She has these moments, right, where she's like sifting through the cupboards or wiping clean the windows or calling for pizza, or like once-this one time she was at the kitchen counter, bulldozing through a bag of crisps and kicking her feet against the granite, and John was at the sink washing dishes and he turned around and said, "D'you suppose I could muck out the gutters myself, or do we have to hire someone?" and she just-she felt this immediate tightening knot in her stomach, and she thought she might
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Rose does not belong here.
There's her mum and her dad and Tony, and John, John who despite it all, she loves. She really does. He's got, like, nice eyes, and gorgeous hair, and a wonderful smile, and he's-well, he's the Doctor. Almost.
It's not that. It's not him.
It's that she thought she'd decided a long time ago that this wasn't what she wanted. This, the-the house and the cooking and the marriage bed. And, God, she feels like him sometimes. Kind of... repulsed by it. She has these moments, right, where she's like sifting through the cupboards or wiping clean the windows or calling for pizza, or like once-this one time she was at the kitchen counter, bulldozing through a bag of crisps and kicking her feet against the granite, and John was at the sink washing dishes and he turned around and said, "D'you suppose I could muck out the gutters myself, or do we have to hire someone?" and she just-she felt this immediate tightening knot in her stomach, and she thought she might ( ... )
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