Christopher Eccleston was a seriously underrated Doctor. Everyone talks about Matt Smith and David Tennant but it was Eccleston that brought a fresh take on a character that everyone already knew for a new audience. I loved him and just think he doesn’t get enough praise!
“Rose… Before I go, I just want to say you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I!”
Summary: The wind was biting, she didn’t want to say anything. Just in case.
Notes: Hello lovely people! This is my response to the @timepetalsprompts drabble prompt ‘wind’, on Tumblr. It’s in three drabbles (the last of which is a teensy bit long, but let’s pretend it isn’t). Hope you enjoy!
The wind was biting, and cut right through her clothes. Rose shivered and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to keep going. She’d been trying to keep her head down since their disastrous trip to nineteen eighty-seven last week and was still half-expecting the Doctor to take her home, despite his words of forgiveness. She certainly wasn’t about to start complaining about the weather.
Just ahead of her, the Doctor loped on, seemingly unaffected. She wondered if he’d even noticed the wind.
Probably not, she decided. Superior biology and all that.
She sighed and tugged her jacket more closely round her, trudging on.
She was so focused on stumbling forward she jumped when a familiar hand seized hers, chafing them gently.
“You’re cold!” the Doctor frowned. “Heard you shivering, me. Why didn’t you say anything, Rose?”
She shrugged. “Not that bad. M’fine.” Of course, that very moment a particularly cold gust blew across the mountainside and she gritted her teeth to keep from shivering.
He shrugged out of his jacket. “You’re not fine. Delicate creatures, you humans- need to be careful.” He helped her into the leather jacket, his gentle movements at odds with his somewhat fierce expression.
Rose shivered again for a very different reason.
Later, back on the TARDIS, she clutched her mug of hot chocolate and sighed, snuggling into her favourite blanket.
A knock on the door startled her, and she looked up to see the Doctor.
She nodded, turning back to her hot chocolate.
Moments later, the bed dipped and large hands were gently taking the mug from her, turning her towards him.
“You should’ve told me, Rose.”
“I could keep goin’, so…” She shrugged. “Didn’t seem that important.”
“It is important.” The Doctor gently tilted her chin up until she looked at him and his blue eyes blazed into hers. “Rose, I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know what’s happening, and I need you to be safe. Understand?”
She swallowed and nodded, unable to look away.
His gaze softened and he cupped her cheek. “Besides, don’t think you want frostbite snapping off those little fingers and toes of yours. Like things the way they are, me.”
I’m working on a new Twelve(Ian)/Rose, and it’s coming along. It’s a bookstore AU and a rock star AU with a slow burn. Well, I consider it a slow burn. Writing it is killing me, lol…I want to make them smoosh faces already.
This one is gonna be looooong, but I think it’ll be good anyway. It has to be, @rishidiams is involved. 😉
It’s still untitled, and I’m aiming to start posting on May 1. It’ll update twice weekly through most of the summer.
Didn’t anyone ever tell you there’s one thing you never put in a trap, if you’re smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there’s one thing you never, ever put in a trap.
And what would that be, sir?
Me. - Doctor Who (Happy 53rd Birthday!)