Title: The Choice
A Doctor Who fanfic
GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the estate
to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a
familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize
the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s
Primary characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith.
Genres: Romance, mystery, adventure, drama, character study, HN AU, fobbed!Nine, sick TARDIS.
Pairings: Ninth Doctor/Rose, Tenth Doctor/Rose
Rating: T for this chapter, Adult overall.
Author’s note: due to some problems involving AO3, I’ve had to change the privacy setting of this story there. I’m now linking past chapters to Teaspoon, and if you aren’t a member of AO3, you can use the links to either TSP or ffnet.
Catch up here.
Chapter Twenty-Four—London, 28 and 29 July 2007
Back at their table, Rose watched as John ascended the stairs
with their drinks: whiskey for him, white wine for her. She didn’t dare
have anything stronger. Rather than easier, she was finding it more and
more difficult to see him simply as John. It was more than his looks and
his mannerisms and his frequent use of the words “fantastic” and
“stupid ape”. The Doctor was part of everything he did, everything he
was: his impatience with stupidity; his desire to help, and intervene
for, those who needed it; his patience with lonely pensioners and overly
excited children. And of course it was difficult to remember he was
John when they went to repair things on the estate. It was the goofy
torch he wore on his head while he worked. It was the way he looked when
half shoved under a kitchen sink trying to fix a leaky pipe, with only
his dark jean clad legs and heavy work boots visible. It was the way
he’d ask her to hand him a spanner or a screwdriver or some other tool
while making repairs, or the way he chatted easily about science and
architecture, films and books and music and any other topic that sprang
to mind. It was like being in the TARDIS with him all over again.
it was more than that. It was the way he’d hold her hand. He’d grab her
hand, holding tightly as they walked down a crowded street so they
wouldn’t get separated, or squeezing it after they’d both had a
difficult day at work, or intertwining their fingers and caressing the
back of it with his thumb for no other reason than he wanted to.
more than anything it was the grin he gave her over a private joke, and
the way he’d look at her like she was the only person in the world.
It was so difficult to remember he was John when he so clearly was the Doctor.