nine/rose, "… and I’m not even going to try.”
“…and I’m not even going to try. It’s not like it’d make any difference.”
Rose’s voice filtered down to where the Doctor was working on a repair in the depths below the console. His brow furrowed at how resigned she sounded. He thought he’d been making progress on convincing her that she was capable of doing whatever she put her mind to.
(She normally agreed with him wholeheartedly but there were moments, days, when she was pulled under by a handful of deep-rooted insecurities.)
He was about to pop his head up from the grating to ask what she was on about when she continued.
“Mum, it’s not like that! It’s different, he’s different and I’m not going to mess that up just because… because…” she broke off with a frustrated noise.
The Doctor stayed frozen in place. It sounded like she might be talking about him.
His hearts sped up a bit at the implications of her words and he debated between letting her know he was there or staying silent and hoping to hear more.
“Look, I’m not going to argue about it. This is my life, alright? You can give me all the advice you want but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take it.” Rose paused, presumably to listen to Jackie’s response.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll talk to him about coming to visit soon. Miss you too, Mum.” She rung off and the Doctor heard her sigh.
“Should’ve never told her anything,” she muttered. The words were followed by footsteps heading back towards the main corridor.
He waited until he was sure she was out of earshot before climbing back to the topside of the grating. He sat there, turning over her words in his head. The Doctor knew very well what the emotions growing in his hearts were but he hadn’t dreamed of Rose ever returning them.
(Well, he’d dreamed, but he’d never thought those dreams would even come tangent to reality.)
But now those feelings were mixing with hope and he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Maybe, maybe, he could figure out a way to help her see that she really could have whatever she set her mind or heart on, even if that was him.
He switched out the coordinates he’d already input for the next morning for somewhere a little more peaceful. A day out with his precious girl and no trouble, dip a toe into the water with something that could be construed as a date if one was going to pay attention and be pedantic.
(He always was. He’d already taken her on so many dates even though he’d been refusing to call them such when it was so onesided, or so he thought.)
A date with Rose on a new planet and hope surging through his veins – it was going to be fantastic.