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Title: Temptation
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1401
Author's Note: Dalek is one of my absolute favorite episodes so I knew that I was going to want to write something for it even though I should be focusing on my NaNoWriMo fic. But then someone posted something on tumblr about wishing River could have comforted him after this episode and that made me angry so this happened.
He is exhausted and regretting allowing Rose to drag along her pretty boy. He almost lost her today and all he wants to do is to cling to her like he'd done as soon as he'd dropped the gun and never let go. He sets their course without a word and then tells Rose that she can show Adam to one of the spare rooms. He heads straight for his own room, striping down to his boxers before collapsing into his bed. He doesn't need sleep much, superior Time Lord biology and all but he wants to escape his own thoughts. He should know that his dreams only make things worse.
He's too tired to contemplate what it means when Rose puts Adam in a room far from her own, which after Cardiff migrated to right across the hall from his own. He wasn't sure what to make of the TARDIS' meddling but decided he ought just to be grateful. It eased his mind knowing that when he did sleep she was nearby. He had worried that he'd be too caught up in his own thoughts now to sleep but exhaustion overtakes him immediately.
In his dreams Gallifrey burns. It always does. He is helpless as he destroys it himself. The Dalek was right. They are alike. He is alone. The last of his kind.
No. Not alone. He has Rose. Had Rose. He loses her to the last of the Daleks. A cruel reminder that the Time War just won't end. He can never let his guard down. Can't form attachments because he will not save the woman he loves from the Dalek. They have already taken everything else that mattered to him. Of course it was only a matter of time until they returned for her as well.
No. They give him a choice. The girl or his world. They want him to really suffer. He is frozen in horror. He waits too long and she won't turn around to look at him. She is watching his world end and he is sure that she is too disgusted because this is all his fault. And then they take her as well. The words "exterminate" echoing in his mind and he screams as the Dalek's metal arm takes aim and fires.
No. He's the one who fired. Blinded by his rage and desire to destroy the last of the Daleks, uncaring that he has become the monster while the Dalek is innocent (No. It is never innocent but relatively speaking, it isn't the one shooting right now). Rose does not move out of the way. Just screams his name before crumpling to the ground and it is all his fault. All of it is. It always will be. He has lost the golden girl because she was helping him to heal and he cannot ever do that. He does not deserve to move forward.
She is still shouting his name as he cries out in rage and that doesn't make any sense because she's dead.
He lurches awake and grabs onto the arms that had been shaking him so hard that there will inevitably be bruises on her arms in the morning but he doesn't notice. He is trembling from head to toe and his breathing coming in sharp gasps. His grip tightens when he realizes it is Rose hovering nervously over him. She winces but he doesn't see it; cannot get past the image of her lifeless body before the last of the Daleks.
"It's alright, Doctor, I'm here," she soothes.
"Why?" he manages to question, his voice rough from sleep and shouting.
"Heard you shouting, of course. I don't make a habit of barging into people's rooms in the middle of the night for no reason," she teases, though she's clearly quite concerned.
"You heard me?"
"I'd be surprised if Adam didn't three corridors down," Rose replies.
The Doctor shakes his head. "Walls in here are soundproof. Never sleep well, me. Didn't want to wake you." She carefully pulls his hands from her arms and before he can protest has climbed into bed with him and wrapped her arms around him.
"...So it wasn't just because of the Dalek then?" she asks softly, moving one hand up to lightly run her nails across his scalp in a soothing gesture. Part of him knows he shouldn't but he pulls her tighter against him, needing to know that she's really there.
"I almost lost you again today," the Doctor replies, not exactly answering the question. Rose rolls onto her back suddenly, pulling him with her so he ends up with his head on her shoulder and half draped across her.
"But you didn't," she replies firmly. "I'm still here an' I'm not going anywhere."
"You should go back to your room," is his only reply.
"I'm not leaving you. Go back to sleep, Doctor," she tells him softly before kissing his forehead.
If he were more awake he would be horrified to see himself reduced to clinging desperately to his young companion. Hand holding and hugging is one thing, falling asleep with her in a tangle of limbs while barely clothed is an entirely different thing. He is supposed to be putting distance between them (if he's honest with himself that's partly why Adam's there though the larger part is because he knows the pretty boy will not last and he can't help wanting to prove he's superior) not giving in more.
The Dalek had called her the woman he loved. Was he really that obvious? Though his mind is still whirling eventually her soothing touches and murmuring lull him back to sleep.
He dreams of a blonde girl with a red bicycle who wants to be able to travel as far as she can, wants to see the world, and escape from her ordinary life. Her delight and wonder at the simple things are infectious.
A princess trapped in a castle tower, protected by her witch of a mother and the idiot who thinks he can claim her as his. He is not a knight in shining armor, even in his dreams but he rescues her from her tower to show her the world. She was safer in her tower but her brilliance would fade away unappreciated there and isn't it better to burn quicker but brighter? The princess seems to think so when she's the one who grabs his hand and tells him to "Run!"
It is the first time he can recall in ages where nightmares do not plague all of his dreams. When he first wakes he has almost forgotten what had happened. It all comes crashing back down as he is greeted by the sight of a mess of blonde hair tucked under his chin. Her shirt had apparently ridden up dangerously high so that her bare midriff is pressed against his chest. He realizes this may be his fault as he notices that one of his hands has slipped under her shirt, resting high on her back. His other arm is draped possessively around her waist, keeping her hips pressed against his.
It took far more focus than he was really capable of at the moment to keep his body from reacting. He tries to distract himself and think about how he's going to escape without waking her but then she shifts and nuzzles his neck. He stops breathing as she murmurs his name. He can't help gently brushing his hand through her hair and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. When she doesn't stir again he gently extracts himself from beneath her and pushes a pillow to her when she reaches for him in her sleep. He was only asleep for a few hours and after the day they'd just had he's certain that she could use several more hours of sleep. He dresses in silence quickly, refusing to look over at the blonde now curled around his pillow or his resolve will crumble and he'll crawl right back into bed with her and never want to leave it again.
The fact that the TARDIS has just informed him that Adam's found his way to their hallway has nothing to do with the fact that the Doctor opens the door wider than necessary and makes a bit of a show of turning back to close it. The look on Adam's face suggests that he's gotten the message the Doctor will swear he wasn't sending.
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1401
Author's Note: Dalek is one of my absolute favorite episodes so I knew that I was going to want to write something for it even though I should be focusing on my NaNoWriMo fic. But then someone posted something on tumblr about wishing River could have comforted him after this episode and that made me angry so this happened.
He is exhausted and regretting allowing Rose to drag along her pretty boy. He almost lost her today and all he wants to do is to cling to her like he'd done as soon as he'd dropped the gun and never let go. He sets their course without a word and then tells Rose that she can show Adam to one of the spare rooms. He heads straight for his own room, striping down to his boxers before collapsing into his bed. He doesn't need sleep much, superior Time Lord biology and all but he wants to escape his own thoughts. He should know that his dreams only make things worse.
He's too tired to contemplate what it means when Rose puts Adam in a room far from her own, which after Cardiff migrated to right across the hall from his own. He wasn't sure what to make of the TARDIS' meddling but decided he ought just to be grateful. It eased his mind knowing that when he did sleep she was nearby. He had worried that he'd be too caught up in his own thoughts now to sleep but exhaustion overtakes him immediately.
In his dreams Gallifrey burns. It always does. He is helpless as he destroys it himself. The Dalek was right. They are alike. He is alone. The last of his kind.
No. Not alone. He has Rose. Had Rose. He loses her to the last of the Daleks. A cruel reminder that the Time War just won't end. He can never let his guard down. Can't form attachments because he will not save the woman he loves from the Dalek. They have already taken everything else that mattered to him. Of course it was only a matter of time until they returned for her as well.
No. They give him a choice. The girl or his world. They want him to really suffer. He is frozen in horror. He waits too long and she won't turn around to look at him. She is watching his world end and he is sure that she is too disgusted because this is all his fault. And then they take her as well. The words "exterminate" echoing in his mind and he screams as the Dalek's metal arm takes aim and fires.
No. He's the one who fired. Blinded by his rage and desire to destroy the last of the Daleks, uncaring that he has become the monster while the Dalek is innocent (No. It is never innocent but relatively speaking, it isn't the one shooting right now). Rose does not move out of the way. Just screams his name before crumpling to the ground and it is all his fault. All of it is. It always will be. He has lost the golden girl because she was helping him to heal and he cannot ever do that. He does not deserve to move forward.
She is still shouting his name as he cries out in rage and that doesn't make any sense because she's dead.
He lurches awake and grabs onto the arms that had been shaking him so hard that there will inevitably be bruises on her arms in the morning but he doesn't notice. He is trembling from head to toe and his breathing coming in sharp gasps. His grip tightens when he realizes it is Rose hovering nervously over him. She winces but he doesn't see it; cannot get past the image of her lifeless body before the last of the Daleks.
"It's alright, Doctor, I'm here," she soothes.
"Why?" he manages to question, his voice rough from sleep and shouting.
"Heard you shouting, of course. I don't make a habit of barging into people's rooms in the middle of the night for no reason," she teases, though she's clearly quite concerned.
"You heard me?"
"I'd be surprised if Adam didn't three corridors down," Rose replies.
The Doctor shakes his head. "Walls in here are soundproof. Never sleep well, me. Didn't want to wake you." She carefully pulls his hands from her arms and before he can protest has climbed into bed with him and wrapped her arms around him.
"...So it wasn't just because of the Dalek then?" she asks softly, moving one hand up to lightly run her nails across his scalp in a soothing gesture. Part of him knows he shouldn't but he pulls her tighter against him, needing to know that she's really there.
"I almost lost you again today," the Doctor replies, not exactly answering the question. Rose rolls onto her back suddenly, pulling him with her so he ends up with his head on her shoulder and half draped across her.
"But you didn't," she replies firmly. "I'm still here an' I'm not going anywhere."
"You should go back to your room," is his only reply.
"I'm not leaving you. Go back to sleep, Doctor," she tells him softly before kissing his forehead.
If he were more awake he would be horrified to see himself reduced to clinging desperately to his young companion. Hand holding and hugging is one thing, falling asleep with her in a tangle of limbs while barely clothed is an entirely different thing. He is supposed to be putting distance between them (if he's honest with himself that's partly why Adam's there though the larger part is because he knows the pretty boy will not last and he can't help wanting to prove he's superior) not giving in more.
The Dalek had called her the woman he loved. Was he really that obvious? Though his mind is still whirling eventually her soothing touches and murmuring lull him back to sleep.
He dreams of a blonde girl with a red bicycle who wants to be able to travel as far as she can, wants to see the world, and escape from her ordinary life. Her delight and wonder at the simple things are infectious.
A princess trapped in a castle tower, protected by her witch of a mother and the idiot who thinks he can claim her as his. He is not a knight in shining armor, even in his dreams but he rescues her from her tower to show her the world. She was safer in her tower but her brilliance would fade away unappreciated there and isn't it better to burn quicker but brighter? The princess seems to think so when she's the one who grabs his hand and tells him to "Run!"
It is the first time he can recall in ages where nightmares do not plague all of his dreams. When he first wakes he has almost forgotten what had happened. It all comes crashing back down as he is greeted by the sight of a mess of blonde hair tucked under his chin. Her shirt had apparently ridden up dangerously high so that her bare midriff is pressed against his chest. He realizes this may be his fault as he notices that one of his hands has slipped under her shirt, resting high on her back. His other arm is draped possessively around her waist, keeping her hips pressed against his.
It took far more focus than he was really capable of at the moment to keep his body from reacting. He tries to distract himself and think about how he's going to escape without waking her but then she shifts and nuzzles his neck. He stops breathing as she murmurs his name. He can't help gently brushing his hand through her hair and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. When she doesn't stir again he gently extracts himself from beneath her and pushes a pillow to her when she reaches for him in her sleep. He was only asleep for a few hours and after the day they'd just had he's certain that she could use several more hours of sleep. He dresses in silence quickly, refusing to look over at the blonde now curled around his pillow or his resolve will crumble and he'll crawl right back into bed with her and never want to leave it again.
The fact that the TARDIS has just informed him that Adam's found his way to their hallway has nothing to do with the fact that the Doctor opens the door wider than necessary and makes a bit of a show of turning back to close it. The look on Adam's face suggests that he's gotten the message the Doctor will swear he wasn't sending.