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[metacrisis_ten]

WHO: The Doctor (Meta Crisis), Rose Tyler, The Doctor (Tenth), Martha Jones
WHEN: After this post. So... post-port for most of the above. :B
WHERE: The ship's promenade deck.
WARNINGS: Language? O lawd, mix Tens and anything can happen.

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[sheisreturning]

Once she had heard that the Doctor was back on the ship, Rose had rushed out immediately. The rest of her shopping and sight seeing plans long forgotten as she focused on finding the Doctor and what exactly was going on. Things had been so confusing. First the deck then the TARDIS but he had wanted to tell her something. Something that…Well she really wasn’t sure but she was worried. With as confused as he had sounded, at least to her, she feared the Master had done something again. BastardShe wore a long yellow wool coat with a grey scarf with a pair of black trousers and boots that were well hidden underneath the pant leg length. A bit different from her regular hoodie and jackets but she thought the change and with being in New York would be good to try for once

[metacrisis_ten]

Every fiber of his being had urged him to close that distance between them, and quickly, lest she dissolve into stardust and drift away like dust motes in a summer breeze. As far as he was concerned, with the sort of day he'd just gone through, it was well within the realm of possibility.

I'm always all right, he almost said, biting back and swallowing the practiced response. They'd agreed to be honest with one another, honest even if it hurt.

"No." The Doctor gave her a weak smile, adding as he wrapped his arms around her, "But I will be."

[sheisreturning]

"What happened?" she asked her voice nothing but full of concern for him feeling his arms go around her while her arms did the same finding sanctuary around his neck. Her head resting against his shoulder taking in his scent. It was just so comfortable, she noted. But also something was a bit different...Maybe it was the coat. It felt slightly better than his other coat. The fabric was entirely different.

"Was it..." Her voice trailed off as she lifted her head up to look at him almost searching. "You're not in any pain are you?"

[metacrisis_ten]

His response to her first question was to hold Rose tighter. How to explain it, how to give voice to the crippling terror that had gripped him when he collapsed at Torchwood, a rush of Artron energy pouring into his mind, flooding his neural pathways with the very thing history was made of. Time always, always won.

The Doctor shuddered bodily at the raw memory. "I- no. Not anymore. No."

It came so naturally to him now, he didn't give a second thought for it. Slipping a hand up to her cheek, he lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers.