‘Even Though My Bones Now Ache’
Been a long time since I did some quick writing, just a little something because I’m having lots of Tentoo and Rose feelings right now.
1117 words ~ angst ~ TentooxRose
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She found him at the top of the stairs, standing with his hand on the wall with his tall, thin frame hunched over, the other hand occupying the top of his thigh.
His breathing was heavy and his face was pained. Of course, Rose was concerned.
She’d walked him to their bedroom, knowing full well their energetic little six-year-old girl was flat out in one room, and their equally active ten-year-old in another, so there was no chance of waking them. Once there, she’d sat him down on the bed and brought him a glass of water.
“Thanks,” the Doctor said with a light smile, taking a sip of the water and keeping his eyes diverted from Rose.
“No need to thank me,” she replied, sitting directly next to him with her fluffy dressing down touching his bare arm. She casts his brown eyes a soft glare, spotting the tiredness like an eagle to a mouse. He was such an idiot sometimes, probably thought she was blind.
The Doctor seemed to tense slightly at the words but let out a long sigh, placing the glass of water on their bedside table. He didn’t want to say what was swirling around in that human head of his.
“I’m getting old, aren’t I?”
The question surprises Rose, enough for her eyebrows to raise rather quickly.
“I’m getting old,” he repeated, the tiredness in his eyes now turning to something resembling sadness…or was that despair Rose could see?
“Doctor, what are you talking about?”
Twelve years they’d been together since the day on the beach. Twelve, extraordinary, beautiful - human - years. Rose was proud of what they had to show for it together. Two children and a life she’d craved - a life with the man sitting beside her, who was as human as she was.
“What do y'think I’m talking about?” he states with an awkward smile. “First it was that grey hair, and those little wrinkles getting bigger around my eyes - now I’m aching all over. My knees hurt, my back hurts…is that normal?”
Even after all these years, Rose was sure the Doctor was still learning. Many human things were completely new to him, and even after all that time, he still asked her if the common cold was normal, if the 'cut won’t stop bleeding’ was normal, if sleeping for eight hours a night was normal.
He’d been through a busy time recently, too. Leyla and Annie were both busy with school and needing to be here, there and everywhere, but of course wouldn’t miss out on the trip to the park with their Daddy. Torchwood was overrun with missions, which involved an awful lot of running sometimes.
The physicality of it was bound to make anyone tired.
“Doctor,” Rose started, her hand hovering to his which was placed in the small gap between them, intertwining her fingers in his long ones, “Of course it’s normal. You’ve been run of your feet recently,” she added in a warm, gentle tone.
The Doctor looked down towards their connected hands. “I don’t like it,” he clarified, his brown orbs finally meeting hers in a gaze which melted Rose’s heart.
“Well…what’s bothering you, love?” she asked, not to pester him - she was curious, and she knew this man better than anybody else. Something was hiding, right there, on the tip of his tongue.
“Because…” he began, “I chose to grow old with you, and I know we’ve been through that conversation many times, but…these aches and pains aren’t what’s bothering me,” after a small pause and a deep swallow, his Adams-apple bobbling underneath his chin, he finally said:
“I still want to be good for you.”
Rose felt her body grow still and her heart drop at the words escaping the Doctor’s mouth. Good. For her?
“Y-you still want to be good for me?” she stuttered after a few seconds.
He nodded, but looked slightly like a small child as he did so. “I want to be able to make you happy, to make our girls happy all the time, every single second of every day that passes by. I know I’m nowhere near old yet but still - you’re my everything, Rose. Our family is my everything. And I don’t want to lose you.” His thumb was running lightly across her hand as he spoke, and his human heart was beating with the emotion he’d grown to embrace over his human life.
“You are…such a daft, idiotic man, Doctor.”
The Doctor’s eyebrow raised in a flash. “Oi!” he protested in a harsh whisper, but Rose wasn’t taking it.
“But you are…d'you really think that of me?”
The Doctor’s lips were thin as he stared into Rose’s eyes, not saying a word, so Rose took the opportunity to continue, but not before she turned her body towards him and reached up her free hand to cup his cheek.
“Listen to me - you make me happy. You make our girls happy, every single second of every day that passes, or however you put it. All them years ago, you chose to stay with me on that beach and we have built a life together. You’re my absolute everything, Doctor…don’t make me tell you twice,” she finished with a half-smile, a light coating of tears covering her eyes. “I would never, ever leave you.”
The Doctor could feel his doubt lifting - what had he been doubtful for? “I won’t,” he confirmed, a cheeky grin popping onto his face as he leaned his head against hers, feeling her breath on his lips. He’d once told her to never say ‘never, ever’ – that phrase had never sounded so wonderful.
“I don’t care if you’re a bit slower than you were, or that you have the odd grey hair…of that you eat too many pies,” Rose explained, her tongue sticking out between her teeth in a cheeky smile as she reached out to poke his stomach. He was still a bean-pole, but with being human it hadn’t surprised her that he’d put on a few pounds, hardly noticeable and rather cute in her eyes. The Doctor swatted her hand away playfully and swiftly wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her soft, sweet smelling blonde hair. “I’ll love you no matter what - having you here is a gift. And I love you.” Rose said.
The Doctor smiled tenderly. “I love you too…Rose Tyler. I love you too.”
That was all it had taken. Five minutes with his beautiful wife.
To go from doubtful, to hopeful - hopeful that he could continue to be the Doctor. For her, and for his little girls.
“Because even though your bones might ache…my heart would ache if you ever left me.”
The kiss the Doctor proceeded to give Rose was the most teary, but the most grateful of kisses.