When Martha looked around the corner she couldn’t help but grin as she saw the duo from the hospital leaning against a giant blue box with the words Police Public Call Box at the top. She sighed, smiling, and they smiled back. They both appeared calm and healthy like they all hadn’t nearly died earlier, like it was just another ordinary day. The only evidence to the contrary was the bright pink cast on Rose’s arm.
“I went to the moon today.” She said, not seeing how they could be so relaxed about it. Her entire body was still thrumming with excitement.
“Bit more peaceful than down here.” the Doctor said.
She started towards them. “You never even told me who you are.”
“Sure we did.” He replied. “The Doctor and Rose Tyler. ‘S nothing more to it, really.”
“But what sort of species? It’s not every day I get to ask that.”
“She’s human, like I said.” He nodded to Rose. “And I’m a Time Lord.”
“Right,” she made a face. “Not pompous at all then.”
James froze in the middle of crouching down to accept the
baby that was sprinting towards him, and the sixteen-month-old girl collided
with his shin. She squawked angrily, but James’s ears were still ringing.
“No, no, no. She’s-she’s not my daughter,” James stuttered.
“I’m her mum’s… she’s my… Rose’s…”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the daycare employee said, her cheeks
“I just pick her up on Thursdays and Fridays for Rose,”
James mumbled. “She’s my… er, friend. And neighbor, incidentally. She works
late those nights.”
He trailed off lamely, not sure if he or the daycare aide
was more mortified.
A little hand was slapping at his legs and a little voice
was shouting, “Daddy! Daaaddddyyyyy!”
He glanced down at Alexa, shocked. Hearing her call him
‘Daddy’ pulled at something deep in his chest and lodged an ache in his throat.
“No, he is not.” Rose Tyler ignored the voice coming from in front her as she played on her phone.
“You have a horrible taste in men.”
“I do not.”
Rose Tyler had a problem. Well, maybe it was just a quirk. The thing was, she had had an imaginary friend when she was a child that suddenly reappeared in her life after a bad relationship with a man named Jimmy Stone.
He simply called himself the Doctor and he was currently lounging across the seat of the booth where her date had been sitting only moments earlier. He wore a pinstriped suit with a long brown duster that he claimed he had received from Janis Joplin once upon a time. Were you her imaginary friend, too, she’d asked him. He’d scoffed and said, Don’t be ridiculous.
Roe still didn’t understand why he was back in her life again. The last time she’d seen him was right before her tenth birthday when he’d announced that she no longer needed him. She’d cried for days afterwards.
And then, suddenly, he was back. It was right after she’d had a nasty fight with Jimmy where he’d stormed off to find somewhere else to sleep for the night, probably another girl’s place. It wouldn’t be the first time.
The Doctor rested his hand against the small of her back as
he guided Rose to the lift. He jabbed the button for the lowermost storey, and
his hand rubbed soothing circles against her cardigan as the lift shuddered its
way down forty-five floors. Every movement of the lift brought with it a fresh
pulse of pain, and the Doctor winced as Rose sniffled against it.
She’d been so brave today, but at the cost of so much. She’d
lost her mum, forever, and he’d nearly lost her. The terror of watching her cling
to her lever was still fresh in his mind. He could still see the way her body
was pulled parallel to the floor, and the way her fingers turned bright white
as she desperately held on to her lever.
The pull of the Void had stopped just in time. He had seen
her fingertips lose their strength almost at the exact same time that the Voice
closed, and he tried not to think about what would have happened if her muscles
had given up the fight just a moment earlier.
She had fallen heavily to the floor, and had cried out in
agony as her body hit the floor. The shared persisting, searing pain in his
arms and shoulders told him her muscles had been stretched beyond their limit.
“Rose, don’t!” the Doctor shouts, and Rose blinks, confused.
Her arm stretches out, reaching for a handful of coins in an old, wooden chest. But at the Doctor’s panicked shout, she pauses, and the coins shimmer in and out of view in front of her.
“Wha…?” She pauses, disoriented, until the coins solidify again, and the earlier inexplicable pull toward the box lures her attention from the Doctor.
The coins are inches away from her fingertips when the Doctor firmly grasps her wrist, stopping her quest.
“Rose,” he says, voice desperate with worry. “Stop. Look.”
At his touch, here’s a sensation of water trickling through her mind, and suddenly the coins shift, the mirage broken. In their place is a pit of hissing vipers, mouths full of long fangs.
Rose shrieks and backs up from the pit, her hands covering her mouth in horrified shock. “What happened?”
“I told you to stay on the TARDIS,” the Doctor explains, mouth set in a thin, angry line. “I told you the chemicals in the atmosphere of this planet alter one’s perceptions of reality. You don’t have the proper filters in your lungs to keep the chemicals from reaching your mind.” He pauses, breathless in his anger, but then pulls her close, burrowing his face in her hair. She wraps her arms around him and listens to his hearts hammering madly inside his chest. “What did you see?”
For a moment, she’s silent, reliving the last few moments. “Gold coins… inside a pirate chest. I couldn’t resist reaching for ‘em. Was almost like something was controlling me.” And then in a softer voice, she apologizes. “Doctor, ‘m sorry. You said you’d only be gone a few hours, and I waited for nine hours. I– I forgot what you said about the chemicals, cos I was so worried about you.”
“Oh Rose…” The Doctor pulls her tight against his chest. “Don’t worry about me. I know how to get myself out of a pickle.”
Rose snorts in disbelief.
“So why’d it take you so long to come back?” she asks.
One arm leaves her back, and she knows he’s scratching the back of his neck. “Erm.”
“‘S what I thought,” she says with a short laugh, focusing on the humor in the situation rather than the pit of vipers several feet away from them. “So… TARDIS?”
“Right, yes! To the TARDIS! Just don’t let go of my hand, Rose. As long as you’re touching me, you won’t be affected by the chemicals.”
“You don’t need an excuse to hold my hand, Doctor.” Rose flashes her trademark tongue-in-teeth grin at the Doctor and takes his hand.
New, Doctor rolled his eyes inwardly at his counterpart’s dismissive reply, his
fists clenching in his pockets. He was doing what they’ve always done. Putting
up walls and distancing himself in an attempt to lessen the pain and heartache
rather than tell her the truth. Coward every time. And yet at this particular
moment it’s that same cowardice that he’s also grateful for because he’s still
not sure if he’ll be able to measure up to his former self in Rose’s mind and
the thought of losing her after he’s just gotten her back again is unbearable.
Doctor?” Rose asks, pulling him from his musings. Her hazel eyes are glistening
with unshed tears as she stares up at him apprehensively. “What was the end of
As the wind
whips her golden locks about her face he finds himself mentally transported
back to the last time he saw her on this beach and his single heart stutters in
his chest. It seems that the universe has deemed fit to give him one more
chance and he’s not going to waste
He casts a quick
glance over at the full Time Lord to wordlessly relay the myriad of thoughts
and emotions going through his mind. Anger – ‘You’re a coward’, possessiveness – ‘she’s mine, you can’t have her’ and finally fear – ‘please don’t take her away from me.’
himself he pulls his hand from his pocket as he turns his attention back to
Rose and reaches out, trailing it down her arm before coming to rest at her
elbow and gripping it lightly, the dark blue leather soft and cool beneath his
fingertips. He can feel his heart pounding against his chest and he takes a
deep breath to compensate for the lack of his respiratory bypass as he leans
forward to whisper into her ear the three words he’s longed to tell her since
confession feels like a weight being lifted from within his soul and as he
pulls backs she’s staring up at him with something akin to disbelief and
wonder. Whatever she’s searching for in his eyes she seems to find as she suddenly
grabs hold of his lapels and pulls him towards her, their lips crashing
together in a passionate kiss full of love and longing and relief.
It takes a
few seconds for his body to catch up with his brain as he realizes that he no
longer has to hold back; old habits do tend to die hard, and then he’s wrapping
his arms around her and dipping her back slightly as he crushes her body to
his, not wanting to allow an inch of space between them. He feels a twinge of
jealousy and regret from his other self but he pushes it to the back of his
mind, choosing instead to revel in the feel of Rose finally in his arms once
again and the press of her lips against his. It’s the one adventure he thought
he could never have, practically handed to him on a silver platter and he’s not
going to squander it.
The kiss is
over all too soon for his liking as Rose pulls out of his arms and sprints
forward and as his head starts to clear he hears the faint sound of the TARDIS dematerializing
over the strong winds and turns just in time to catch the faint flicker of the
big blue box that served as his home for centuries fading away.
facing away from him, standing stock still and shoulders tense as she stares at
the faint impression in the sand where the TARDIS once stood. The Doctor closes
the gap between them tentatively, his hand slowly wrapping around hers and their
fingers entwining as he comes to stand beside her and when he feels her thumb
softly stroking the back of his, they meet each other’s gazes simultaneously. He
can feel the hurt and confusion radiating off her in waves and see an
underlying uncertainty in her eyes but as he feels her thumb brush lightly over
the back of his once more and watches her expression soften slightly he feels
the tightness in his chest start to ease.
together now. That’s all that matters and whatever ‘storms’ have yet to come
their way they’ll face them together, side by side because they can finally
have forever and he will never let her go again. Pulling her to him, he reaches
up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, gently brushing the apple of her
cheek with his thumb. Her eyes are now shining with something that could only
be described as hope and he smiles down at her warmly, clinging to the feeling.
Yes, hope is a good emotion. He quite likes hope.
Favorite headcanon: I love the one I’ve read that has Nine getting his Northern accent from Clara, because the War Doctor thought highly of her. Then Ten got his accent from Rose, of course. As did Eleven, because she’s the last person Ten saw. Eleven spoke to Amy last, so that’s where Twelve’s Scottishness comes from. Now whether they carry that forward, I don’t know, but I love the idea.
My favorite au? Anything romantic. Romantic comedy, soulmates…in any universe, in any situation, the Doctor and Rose will fall in love.
There are several things that Renji Abarai knows to be true: the yakisoba noodles from the yatai near the city wall down by the Eleventh are the best in the Seireitei, Ukitake-taichou’s favourite tea is the fancy one from the tea shop just over the wall in the 1st District of the Rukongai, and Ichigo Kurosaki is in love with Rukia Kuchiki.
Space is generally pretty boring in Ichigo’s opinion - mostly empty with the occasional planet and sometimes, something hostile to kill, but generally, there’s very little to do out here out on the far reaches of the Central Systems.
On sultry summer afternoons that swell with humidity and the low, nearly ultrasonic, sound of distant thunder, and breathe with wind that turns from soft breeze to a thing alive with crackling static electricity; Rukia arrives at Ichigo’s barracks room, haori sliding off her shoulders before she even crosses the threshold.
This far out, they are light years from any other star, aeons away from any inhabited planets, and far enough away from anything, the Doctor had assured her before burying his face between her thighs, that it didn’t matter how loud she was, no one was going to hear her.
The scales have never been tipped in his favour, the odds have never been on his side, and goddammit, he knows this isn’t how it was meant to happen, he knows this will break everything to pieces, he knows he is peeling back layers of himself that he cannot re-attach, he knows that he is unravelling the threads of this finely wrought illusion, and he will pay for this wanton disregard, and yet –
Today should be the best day of her life – being initiated as taichou of the thirteenth, following in her brother’s footsteps and succeeding Ukitake-taichou (may he rest peacefully) – but instead, from her vantage point behind the curtain at the end of the long hall, all she can see is who is not here.
Their kids are downstairs, their spouses out on the back deck - making conversation over glasses of wine and the remains of dessert – but she hadn’t thought twice before following him up the stairs and into his old room, before letting him back her into the wall beside his closet, before letting him kiss the breath out of her lungs.
hi! welcome back from the cone of science - i feel you, i still have testing left. anyway, can you write ten/rose telepathic bond fluff? it's my absolute favorite kind of fluff and it would help me get through this weekend. thanks!
Here you go! Good luck with the rest of your exams!!
The Doctor hummed idly as he lay underneath the central
console of the TARDIS, making routine maintenance checks. But the ship was
making it incredibly difficult for him to do so, as she kept flickering her
lights and shocking his fingers.
“Oi, stop it!” he growled, sticking his index finger into
his mouth after a particularly violent shock. “Or do you want to fall to bits
on our next trip?”
“Oh, she’s not that worn down,” Rose said, and there was a
clip of irritation in her voice.
Blimey, even Rose was annoyed with him.
“Yes, I’m annoyed!” she said exasperatedly, but the Doctor
could feel the affection bubbling across their bond, so whatever it was she was
angry about, it wasn’t too bad.
“I’m not exactly angry,” she said as the Doctor hoisted
himself up from below the grating. The TARDIS had seen fit to turn off all the
lights, making it impossible to continue his work. But there were still a few
wires and bolts he needed to reattach, so until the ship decided to cooperate with
him, he and Rose would be stuck in the Vortex.
“Well you’re both miffed about something,” he pouted, wiping
his hands off on a nearby rag, and he smirked as he noticed Rose’s gaze drop to
his bare forearms, where he’d rolled up his sleeves.
“Do you know what you’ve been humming for the past couple of
hours?” Rose asked, forcing her eyes away from his arms.
The Doctor furrowed his brow, and finally the strands of the
tune that had been stuck in his head all morning finally took shape.
It’s a small world
He grinned sheepishly when Rose’s annoyance flared, as her
mind added to the lyrics.
“You’ve had that bloody earworm for over two hours!” Rose
said, and the Doctor could feel her attempting to shove that song to the back
of her mind, but it kept inching forward. “No wonder the TARDIS won’t let you
touch her. She’s about as sick of it as I am!”
“Sorry, love,” the Doctor said, but he was far too amused at
the situation to be truly sorry.
“Git,” Rose grumbled, crossing her arms in front of her
“I am sorry it’s been annoying you,” he said a bit more
earnestly, and he telepathically apologized to the TARDIS.
“Guess that’s a trade off for having you in my head,” she
said, and a smile was tugging up the corners of her mouth.
“But worth it, right,” he said, plopping down on the
jump seat beside her. They’d only had their bond for a little over a week, but already the Doctor couldn’t imagine not having her in his head.
“Definitely,” Rose agreed, tucking her head against his
shoulder. “But next time, can you try to pick a less annoying earworm?”
Somehow the Doctor is still asleep.
Rose does not know how it’s possible as he is usually the first one
up whenever Emma gets fussy but she is grateful for it all the same
as they have had a ridiculously busy and somewhat harrowing day and
the Doctor needs his rest. He has been running himself ragged for
weeks now and even though she desperately wants to know why, he is
keeping his reasons locked up tight. He won’t talk about it and he
is being very careful not to let anything slip through their bond.
It frustrates her but she is trying to give him his space, knowing
that when he is ready, he will come to her. For now though, she
pulls her cardigan on and quietly leaves their bedroom as she walks
down the hall to their daughter’s nursery.
Before she can set foot inside their
daughter’s room though, a quiet and sleepy, ’Rose?’ echoes
through their bond.