An Unlikely Meeting
Written for @timepetalsprompts, this is for the drabble prompt “watching someone sleep”. It’s a Nine x Rose AU that I wish wasn’t a drabble, because I wanted to write so much more!
Nine x Rose AU
Sort of hurt/comfort, I think? Drama? *shrug*
Word Count: 500 exactly. I spent a lot of time trying to trim this baby down. lol
An Unlikely Meeting
John walked with his head down and the collar of his leather jacket flipped up, protecting his neck from the rain. His boots slapped on the wet sidewalk and he turned the corner, taking the alley that led back to his flat. The soft orange glow of the streetlamp provided minimal light, but he’d walked home from the pub so many times, that it didn’t really matter. He could’ve done it in his sleep.
He walked past a dumpster and glanced casually to the side before abruptly stopping. A girl was crouched down beside it, looking up warily at him. When he stopped, she looked away and pressed herself against the metal bin, as though she might disappear if she tried hard enough. He bit his lip.
“You alright?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. Fine, thanks.”
He almost walked off but a nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him to ask again. “You sure, love? ‘S not a nice night to be outside.”
She stood up, holding the dumpster for support, and looked down at her feet. “I’m fine.”
The rain continued, beading up on his jacket. A drop of water rolled down his sleeve, landing on his wrist. He shook it absently. The girl flinched as he moved and his stomach sank a little- not a good sign. “What happened?”
She wrapped her arms around her body and backed away. “It’s none of your business. J-just go.”
John put his hands up. “Oh…sorry, then. Only tryin’ to help. No shame in asking for a bit of help, you know. Sometimes things don’t go according to plan.”
Her lower lip wobbled and she stifled a sob. “N-no. S-sometimes they d-don’t.”
“Name’s John,” he said softly, looking around the alley way. “Look, it’s gettin’ colder and you’re not dressed to be outside. Is there someone you can call?”
She shook her head slightly, and he watched her fight back tears. “No.”
“What’s your name?”
She swallowed thickly. “Rose.” As the rain picked up again, she started to shiver.
He nodded. “Well, Rose, I don’t know why you’re out here…but it’s not a safe place. You’re cold and soaked through. Now, I live just there,” he said, pointing towards the tall building behind them. “Come back with me? I’ll fix you a place to sleep on the couch.”
To his surprise, she nodded.
He tentatively took her hand, squeezing it gently. It was ice cold. “Let’s get you out of the rain. C’mon. It’ll be all right.” They walked hand-in-hand down the alley and up to John’s flat.
After lending her some dry clothes and fixing up a bed on the sofa, she drifted off almost instantly. He watched her sleep for a bit, the slow rise and fall of her chest, her lips parted slightly. Covering her with a blanket, he flipped out the light, heading back to his own room. There would be time for questions later. For now, she was safe-and that was enough.