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inherbookishhead · 4 years

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tell me a story, about the day Tentoo finds out about little Trouble.

So, here I am in the middle of revising my final draft of one of the angstiest chapters for my fic where those two are still trying to get it together when I get this ask into my inbox. What do I do? I personally - nothing, but my mind starts thinking about Little Trouble at least 3 or 4 stories before she might even be mentioned (if I ever get to that). And there goes my angsty mood :D

So here it is, dear Nonny, quite a quick off the top of my head story about THE day (okay, technically it spans over 2 days but still!)

The Day Tentoo Finds Out about Little Trouble.

Just like all life-changing days for the Doctor, this one began with the conversation about bananas.

Their TARDIS landed on a lovely little yellow planet called H’voc that was currently sending a distress call to the whole galaxy.

“H’vocians are a very authentic tribe,” the Doctor started explaining as they walked through the forest towards the source of the signal. “They live in harmony with nature and are extremely open to any guest that comes in but only if that guest bears a gift. In most cases, though, it ends up badly for them since whoever gives them anything shiny usually does nothing but trick them for resources, which, as you might expect, are plenty here. Typical. Although I love being able to come here again, I was sort of banned from H’voc for centuries back in our universe.”

Rose’s eyebrows shot in surprise. “What did you do?”

“Well, I didn’t know I had to make a gift, so when I met their tribe leader, I gave the only thing I had at hand - a banana, a very precious gift if you ask me.” He sighed and scrunched his face. “How was I to know they were allergic to it? Long story short: they really didn’t like it. One might say, the incident caused complete havoc among them.” He gave her a goofy smile.

Rose laughed at him at first, then got really serious.

“God, I’d kill for a banana right now. Why did you have to go and bring it up?” she complained, making her way through the branches. The Doctor regarded her with expression half-surprised, half-amused.

“Finally, you developed a taste, Rose Tyler. It only took me, what, ten years? A decade of hard work and at last you appreciate bananas the way they deserve to be appreciated. I must say I’m really proud of myself, you were quite a lost case,” said the Doctor.

The forest started thinning and judging by the voices coming from that direction, they were nearing the settlement.

“Have you got a spare, though?” Rose asked.

“No, we ran out of them yesterday. I planned to come by Berzunian Market right after we deal with this. They have the best bananas in the whole galaxy, Rose. And they come in all colours.”

“I don’t care about the colour, I can literally feel the taste in my mouth. I need it now,” her eyes squinted at him in suspicion. “You always have a spare.”

“Not today,” he countered.

Rose didn’t believe him for a second, and in the next moment, her hand was in his pocket, stumbling upon a gramophone, a pack of Venusian playing cards and a little woollen penguin toy which was the Doctor’s Christmas present from Tony a couple of years ago. No bananas. She extracted her hand in defeat.

“You are useless,” Rose said in a mocked frustration and pointed a finger at him, slowly walking backwards. Her disappointment didn’t last long, though, her face split in a huge smile and she almost tripped over the root of a tree she didn’t see from behind. Only Rose could call him useless and still make it sound like the biggest compliment, the Doctor thought. He still wondered how she managed to... glow so brightly that it made him forget everything else around existed.

Their little bubble popped as they heard a loud shriek nearby. The Doctor and Rose immediately ran to the village to discover that half of the settlement was completely destroyed leaving very upset H’vocians to pick up the shambles of their tents. Being Mulder and Scully that they were, Rose and the Doctor volunteered to help. At first, the Doctor gave the mandatory present: the old gramophone Rose found earlier in his transdimensional pockets, then H’vocians told them about the ‘people from the sky’ raiding their settlements for little neon pearls called Hvaras that were exceptionally valuable on the black market.

By the evening they all gathered near the bonfire where the women and children of the tribe were singing their tribal song of protection. It caused Rose an uncontrollable amount of tears and she made sure to give a heartfelt hug to everyone singing after they’d finished. She concluded her round of hugging back in the Doctor’s arms and after he asked her if she was okay she burst into tears again. Well, the song was rather nice, he’d give them that but to be as touched as Rose was right now was too much even by her standards. That was when the first H’vocian congratulated him. On what, though, he had no idea.

The next morning started with lots of loud noises and another attack from the ‘people from the sky’. Rose got out of their tent first and before the Doctor could react, she got hit by a blast from the ‘others’. He could distinctly see the little sharp stones clawing their way into her body. The Doctor pulled out his sonic and fought off the attackers by interfering with their ships. When he eventually managed to get to Rose, however, she didn’t have a single scratch.

As they later found out, the ‘others’ were different this time: the pearls of this planet seemed to have risen in price which made half of the happy-go-lucky raiders terrorise the tribe every other day. The Doctor gave it a thought and offered H’vocians a cloaking system that would simply hide them from the marauders and offer peace they craved for. While he was programming the devices over the Hvocian settlement, he couldn’t figure why the shield was getting half transparent. As usually, he dumped his whole thought process on Rose, who helped him put the little devices in place.

“Have you tried turning setting 322 all the way up?” she asked him after some time. “H’voc’s atmosphere is three per cent thinner which means you need to strengthen the density of the deflector particles.”

“Oh yeah?” asked the Doctor. He didn’t know whether to feel alarmed, shocked or surprised. Rose always looked at the details. And she was brilliant at her domestic approach. But this, he thought, this was a whole new level of impressive. The Doctor did as she suggested. It worked.

The farewell with the tribe was very heartwarming. H’vocians made them the honorary members of their circle and presented them with a silver pin and a bronze door handle, which was a gesture of extreme trust. Five more H’vocians, including the leader of the tribe, placed a hand on the Doctor’s chest and wholeheartedly congratulated him. On what though, he still didn’t know.

The Doctor and Rose returned to their TARDIS and oh how much better it was to finally lie on a proper bed. It was. Until it wasn’t. The Doctor woke up in the middle of the night.

He felt a ping.

A telepathic ping.

A telepathic ping coming from Rose.

A telepathic ping coming from Rose that wasn’t Rose.

He shot up and turned to the sleeping form of his wife. His mind was reeling: a sudden craving for a banana, the overemotional response, the miraculous healing, the boost of intelligence… It couldn’t be. Could it?

The Doctor carefully placed his hand over Rose’s stomach: there it was, almost undetectable, yet firm and persistent. A beating of two little hearts, so familiar he could still feel it in his own chest. And the bond. That tiny wave of telepathic connection that found its way to him. She was reaching out. She. The Doctor smiled. He opened his mind and let her in and oh, how good, how whole it felt. There were some things you knew you’d been truly missing only when you got to experience them again, he thought.

It was scary and thrilling and exciting. Nine hundred years of running through the universe, losing his first family, his children, his Susan. Centuries of attachments and heartbreaks and yet … here he was, in the parallel universe, on his last regeneration, levelled down by the human DNA, having a second chance at the family and life he had wanted. He’d never felt more alive than now.

The Doctor’s mind calculated thousands of little variations of the features the little one would inherit. He hoped their daughter would have her mother’s smile and, well, everything because all good things would certainly come from Rose. And maybe his hair. Year, his hair would be nice.

“Rose? Rose!” the Doctor whispered.

“Isleein” Rose groaned and turned her back to him.

He shook her shoulder again.

“Oh God, remind me again why I picked such a restless ball of energy of a man,” Rose said rolling on her back and opening her eyes. “What is it?” she said cupping his jaw with her hand and studying his face.

“Well, I’m afraid soon you will have to deal with two of those,” he shrugged his shoulders.

She gave him a look at that, then laughed sleepily, “You decided to sprout yourself from another limb?”

As always, Rose just rolled with his conversations no matter how strange they got.

“Well, Rose Tyler, it’s more like you are doing all the sprouting this time,” he replied.

“What do you mean?” she sat up facing him, blinking away the last remnants of sleep.

They stared at each other for another moment and Rose grew more concerned with every second passing.

“You are pregnant, Rose,” he said, failing to suppress his utmost joy and nervous excitement.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I can feel it,” he said and tapped his finger on his temple, “right here”.

Her breath hitched and she covered her mouth with the hand. “Oh my God,” tears started rolling down her cheeks. She then pressed her hand down to her belly and gave a watery smile. “Are we having a little timelord over here?”

The Doctor laughed nervously, “it’s a little time lady I believe. Is that alright?”

He felt like every nerve in his body was tingling, like he was going to combust of infinite love and deadly fear, cry and laugh at the same time, jump from happiness and fall down in shock.

“Of course it is, you-” she didn’t get to finish because he gathered her in the tightest of embraces until her nose was smashed against his neck while her chest was heaving with happy laughter.

“Doctor,” she said after some time when they both calmed down.

“Hm?” he asked and felt her grin against his shoulder.

“We are not calling her Alonso.”

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lastbluetardis · 5 years

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One Life, Together

This fic had been on my computer for God knows how long, but I found it and got inspired to finish it, and so voila! Enjoy :)

Tagging @doctorroseprompts because it’s Doctor x Rose.

Tentoo x Rose, ~4900 words, Teen

Summary: After making their way to a little seaside inn, the Doctor and Rose slowly begin to clear the air and find their way back to the easy relationship they’d had before universes separated them.

AO3

“I’ve only got one life, Rose Tyler.” Oh, how he’d missed saying her name. Missed the way the syllables felt on his tongue, and the way his hearts no longer squeezed in agony from missing her. Well. Heart, singular, he supposed. It squeezed in nervousness now as he forced himself to look into her eyes; he was more vulnerable than he’d ever been before. “I could spend it with you. If you want?”

He wanted to fall to his knees and beg her to accept him, to want him, to want to spend their forever together. But it was her choice. It would always be her choice.

“You-you’ll grow old at the same time as me?”

Her voice was soft. Incredulous. As though she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. And he couldn’t blame her—he could barely believe what he was saying. Just a few hours ago, he’d been firmly in one body, overjoyed at the prospect of having Rose back, even while a piece of him lamented that he would get her back just to lose her again in a few decades.

“Together,” he answered, unable to help the smile at the idea of growing old—him! Growing old!—with Rose.

She shook her head in disbelief, and he was horrified to see tears welling in her eyes. She was about to refuse him. About to tell him thanks, but no thanks. She was stepping up to him now, surely to say goodbye.

But no. Her hand trembled as she reached out and set it overtop his chest, where his singular heart was trying its best to hammer its way out of his ribs.

The warmth of her small hand bled through the fabric of his suit and sent a wave of calmness over him, as her touch always did. He swayed on his feet.

The TARDIS groaned from behind Rose, and she gasped a little and dropped her hand. He wanted to snap at his stupid ship… Only to remember it wasn’t his ship anymore. A new ache lodged itself into his chest, sharpening when the sound of the TARDIS pulled Rose’s attention away from him. She turned.

“We’ve got to go,” the other Doctor said tightly. “This reality is sealing itself off…forever.”

That word hung in their air, ringing between them with heavy finality.

The other Doctor turned away from Rose, and the Doctor could hardly believe it. How could he turn his back on the woman he—they—loved so deeply and completely? Didn’t she deserve more than that? Didn’t she deserve to make her own decision?

“But… it’s still not right,” Rose argued, her voice thin as she jogged after the retreating Doctor and Donna. Thankfully, they turned back ‘round to face her. “Because… the Doctor’s… still you.”

“And I’m him,” he answered.

Rose looked lost. She sounded lost, and the Doctor wanted nothing more than to go to her and pull her into his arms. He was about to step towards her when she called them both forward. He saw the reluctance on the other Doctor’s face, and he realized that was panic in the other’s eyes. He’d wanted to make a clean break of it not for Rose’s sake, but for his own.

“All right, both of you, answer me this. When I last stood on this beach, on the worst day of my life, what was the last thing you said to me?” The Doctor ached with the memory Rose was dragging up. He’d locked it down for so long, never daring to look at it, lest his hearts—er, heart—shatter irreparably. “Go on, say it.”

“I said, ‘Rose Tyler’,” the other Doctor answered, making it clear he wouldn’t say anything more.

But of course Rose wouldn’t let him get away with that. “And how was that sentence going to end?”

I love you I love you I love you! he wanted to scream. But Rose wasn’t looking at him.

“Does it need saying?”

His hearts—dammit, heart—broke for Rose. He watched the incredulity and devastation on her face, before she forced it away and turned to finally look at him.

“And you, Doctor?” she asked, wary.

He was hyper-aware of the other Doctor, how he was staring at him with an intensity that crossed into jealousy and bitterness. He began moving towards Rose as she said, “What was the end of that sentence?”

He touched her arm, anchoring himself because his knees were suddenly wobbly. His heart was racing so fast he could barely catch his breath. He leaned in until his lips were at her ear. The wind whirled her scent all around him, making him feel like he was finally, finally home.

“I’ll love you even after our forever ends,” he murmured, his voice breaking.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, begging her to believe him, to choose him, to stay. Her eyes scanned his face, but he wasn’t sure what she was looking for. He was about to reaffirm his eternal love for her when she reached out and grabbed his lapels, using her grip to pull him down as she lifted up onto the balls of her feet.

Their lips crashed together, and he could hardly believe it. Oh, he’d missed his. He’d missed her, and he never wanted to let her go again.

At that thought, he realized his arms were dangling uselessly at his sides, and so he lifted them to wrap around her waist, hauling her closer. She responded by sliding her hands to grasp at his shoulders, and gods above, she was actually pulling him in. She was actually holding him.

His mouth moved hungrily now, desperate to taste every inch of her he’d been deprived of these last few years.

Her arms let go of him, and he let out an undignified whimper, unable to bear parting from her. She smiled against his mouth, then angled her head to the side to keep them in the kiss as her arms gripped his biceps once more.

Irrefutably, this had to be one of the best snogs of his life.

Until she yanked herself away.

His ears were whooshing as he forced open his eyes to see what was wrong, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring off into the distance, and he turned his head to see what caught her attention. He looked in time to watch the TARDIS fade from view, from the universe, forever. Well that explained the whooshing noise.

His stomach bottomed out. Then his heart followed it when Rose ripped herself out of his arms completely to run towards the spot the TARDIS had been.

That wanker! He didn’t even say goodbye. Or let Rose say goodbye.

The Doctor licked his lips, which still tasted of Rose, and straightened. His heart was breaking, and he was certain Rose’s was too. He tentatively stepped towards her, where she was frozen to the spot and looking at the damp sand as if she couldn’t believe she’d been left behind.

He slipped his fingers between hers and was reassured when she gave his hand a squeeze, then began to massage his thumb with hers. She looked over at him, her face tense.

“Doctor?” she asked after a beat, and he hated the tremor of uncertainty in her voice.

But he forced his hurt not to show, and he relaxed his face into a small smile before he whispered, “Hello.”

Her face pinched off as more tears made an appearance, and he used their joined hands to tug her in for a hug.

“Oh, Rose.” He dropped her hand to wrap both arms around her and crush her to his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Breathe, love. Breathe.”

“He left me,” she whimpered into his shirt.

“I know.”

“I just left me!”

The Doctor tightened his arms around her, not sure what he could say to soothe her breaking heart. If there even was anything he could say.

“Did you know?” she asked, her voice suddenly angry. “Did you know he would do this?”

She pulled away to glare at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks were damp with tears, but she looked murderous. He flinched away from her gaze, a ready lie on his tongue, but he caught himself before the denial could come out. Instead, he breathed out a sigh and hoped Rose would forgive him (and eventually maybe the other Doctor, too).

“I suspected,” he admitted. Because it’s what I would’ve done if he were me and I were him.

“And you didn’t say,” she accused. “You tricked me! You both tricked me!”

“That’s not fair,” he said quietly as pain and panic lanced through his chest.

“Don’t you dare talk to me about what’s fair,” Rose hissed.

“Well, would you prefer to be on the TARDIS?” he snapped, his temper rising in response to hers. “Would you feel better if I was the one left behind? ‘Course you would, because you don’t even think of me as the Doctor, do you?”

“Now you’re not bein’ fair! Of course you’re the Doctor!”

“Am I really, though?”

“Same memories, same thoughts, same everything,” she parroted back to him. “S’what you said, innit? Unless you were lying to me.”

Her anger was soon replaced by fear, and the Doctor sighed and rubbed a finger into his eyes. “I wasn’t lying. Sorry. I’m the Doctor. Really. Your Doctor.”

Rose huffed out a breath, the fight seeming to go out of her, and rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes. “This is all so… fucked up,” she mumbled. Then she glared at him. “Why didn’t you just let yourself regenerate?”

She turned on her heel and strode towards her mother, missing the way his entire face crumpled.

oOoOo

The walk to the road was tense and silent, with Rose leading the charge. Jackie looked unsure about whether she should walk with Rose or the Doctor; she settled for keeping a few paces behind her daughter and occasionally tossing a few pitying looks back at him. He hated her for that.

The Doctor kept his head down against the gusting wind that brought in thick gray clouds that threatened rain, and instead made a game of trying to step in Rose’s footprints in the sand. Her impressions were much smaller than his own feet, and it was slightly awkward to shorten his stride to match hers, but still he did it.

Finally, they made it to the road and walking became easier now that they weren’t slogging through sand. They walked for miles and miles it seemed, with nothing but the roaring wind in their ears, before the Doctor glimpsed a small seaside town.

He followed the two Tyler women through the narrow streets until they made it to a rustic little inn. The elderly woman behind the counter seemed thrilled to see them, and the Doctor wondered if business was slow.

He hung back as Jackie took care of getting them rooms to rent, and he tried not to make it too obvious that he was watching Rose out of the corner of his eye. She had her arms crossed over her chest and kept her back to him, which infuriated and saddened him all at once.

Look at me, he wanted to demand. See me.

“I’ve got us two rooms,” Jackie said a minute later. “An’ I called Pete. He’s gonna work on getting us a zeppelin to London as soon as he can. But there’s a storm blowing in, so we might be stuck for a few days.”

“Great,” Rose said bitterly. “What rooms?”

“101 and 102,” Jackie answered. “Just down the hall there. I figured you and—”

“Sounds good,” Rose said, interrupting her mother. She took the second key from Jackie, and turned to face the Doctor. His hopes were dashed when she pressed the key into his palm and said, “See you in the morning.”

Then she turned and strode down the hall without another look at him or her mother.

Jackie frowned at Rose’s retreating form, then she winced at the Doctor. “Give her a bit of time. A lot’s happened.”

“Yeah,” he said hollowly. “See you in the morning.”

Never mind the fact it was barely suppertime.

He brushed passed Jackie and caught up to Rose, but he breezed right past her without a second glance then opened the door to his rented room and slipped inside.

The room was dark and cold, making him feel even lonelier than before. He turned the heat up, but it didn’t ease the chill that seeped down to his bones.

He didn’t know what to do, and Rose’s words kept bouncing around in his head.

Why didn’t you just let yourself regenerate?

He was wondering that himself, too.

Boredom and restlessness soon overtook him. There was nothing in the room to entertain himself with, apart from the television. He wanted to be with Rose, to catch up with her on everything that had happened over their last several years apart, but she obviously didn’t want to be with him.

That was fine. He was fine.

But the room was very much not fine. It was too quiet and too empty, and so the Doctor grabbed his key card, shoved it into his pocket, then exited his room. He ignored the woman at the front desk, asking him if everything was all right, and instead darted outside, where the sky was dark and ominous. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Why didn’t you just let yourself regenerate?

He ground his teeth together and shoved his hands into his pockets as he took off in a random direction. The sidewalks were all empty. The entire town seemed empty.

Still, he walked on. The sound of crashing waves was his only companion on his aimless journey. He could smell the salt from the sea, as well as impending rain. He would have to head back soon unless he wanted to be caught in a deluge, but he couldn’t stand the thought of going back to his cold, empty room.

Why didn’t you just let yourself regenerate?

Surely all of his problems would have been solved if he’d ignored his vanity and let himself regenerate into a new body. He would have his TARDIS back, and he would have his Rose. His Rose who didn’t hate him or resent him.

(Never mind the fact that without having aborted his regeneration energy, Donna never would’ve become the Doctor-Donna and saved the multiverse.)

In this perfect scenario in his head, he had his two best friends with him in the TARDIS, traveling with him forever.

(Never mind the fact Rose’s and Donna’s forever didn’t even come close to his.)

A gust of wind buffeted him, swaying him to the side a few steps before he regained his balance. He really ought to head back now.

Why didn’t you just let yourself regenerate?

With a sigh, he raked his hand through his hair and continued walking forward, away from the inn. Just a little farther, he told himself. Then he’d go back.

He continued on until he reached the outer edges of the town. And instead of turning back, he walked along the perimeter, telling himself he’d eventually get back to where he started. He was taking the long way ‘round, was all.

He’d been walking for well over an hour by the time the first raindrop fell. It splattered, cold and wet, onto his cheek as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. He paused, watching the way it splintered through the clouds and seemed to strike into the heart of the ocean before winking out. It was beautiful.

Thunder boomed overhead so loudly the Doctor thought he could feel it in his chest.

Another raindrop pelted on the top of his head. Then another. And another.

Soon the heavens opened up, and fat, cold raindrops were falling everywhere, creating tiny rivers in the streets almost instantly.

“Bugger,” he muttered as a chill rocketed up his spine.

His hair was soaked in seconds and hanging in his eyes. He impatiently brushed it back and set off at a jog towards the inn.

The woman at the front desk looked horrified when he strolled in.

“Sorry,” he said cheerfully. “Went a bit farther than I thought.”

Then he turned away from her and strode down the hall to his room, where he saw Rose sitting on the floor, her back to the door.

She jumped up the moment she saw him. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I went for a walk,” he said, trying not to think about the reasons—good or bad—Rose had for being outside his door.

“In the pissing rain?”

“It wasn’t pissing rain when I left,” he answered, shrugging. Pleased as he was to see her, he wanted to get inside and out of his cold, wet clothes.

“You should’ve told me,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

“Why? You couldn’t wait to get away from me earlier. Didn’t think you’d care if I’d gone,” he said. He knew it was a low blow, and he felt guilty when she flinched.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “It’s just… I’m so…”

She shrugged helplessly, and he felt that sentiment in his very bones. It was comforting, if only a little, to know that Rose was as lost as he was.

“I’m dripping on the carpet,” the Doctor said after a few beats of silence.

“Oh. Right.” Rose’s shoulders were hunched as she moved away from his door.

“D’you want to come in?” he asked before she could walk to her own room.

“D’you want me to come in?” she retorted.

“I always want you,” he said quietly.

Her cheeks flushed red, but she nodded. He rummaged through his pocket for his room key, then let them in. He was glad he’d switched the heat on before he left as he walked into an almost stiflingly warm room.

He went into the loo for towels, and he worked on drying his hair as he grabbed an armful and walked back to Rose. He dumped the towels on the foot of the bed, then sat down on them and toed off his shoes. His socks were damp, and he peeled those off too.

He wiggled his cold toes and stared at them intently as Rose sat down beside him.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean what I said. Y’know… about letting yourself regenerate instead.”

“It would’ve made things easier,” he said, shrugging.

“Yeah, ‘til we all died in Davros’s Reality Bomb,” she replied.

He said nothing.

“I don’t know what to do, Doctor.” He finally turned to face her, but she was staring at her fingers as she wrung them in her lap. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. I’m feeling everything, and it’s just… it’s so much.”

The Doctor could easily understand that.

“It’s like… I’m furious at the other Doctor for leaving like that. And I’m hurt that he didn’t say goodbye. But I’m also hurting for him ‘cos today can’t have been easy for him.”

“Letting you go… saying goodbye to you again was one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do,” the Doctor said quietly. He could imagine the pain of finding Rose only to lose her mere hours later.

Rose sniffled.

“I’m worried about him,” she admitted. “I just… I want him to be okay. No. I want better than that for him. I want him to be happy. Really, truly, properly happy.”

“He will be. I promise,” the Doctor answered. “Hey.” He nudged his elbow into her side. She peered up at him through damp lashes. “I promise. It will be hard at first, but he’ll heal. He’ll travel and find new friends and slowly this emotional wound will heal for him.”

A tear dripped down Rose’s cheek, and she brushed it away.

“Despite my anger and my hurt, though, I’m happy,” she whispered so softly, like she was revealing a huge secret. “I really am happy, Doctor. I get to stay with my family. And you. I’ve got you. My Doctor.”

She smiled at him then, a small, fragile thing. But still. She smiled.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

“Oh, Rose.” A lump lodged in his throat, and he moved his hand to cover hers. Her skin was warm against his rain-chilled fingers. “I missed you too. So much. I—” His voice died on him, and he swallowed through his dry mouth and rasped, “I never want to be apart from you again.”

“We won’t,” she said fiercely. “I promised you forever, remember?”

How could he ever forget?

He nodded dumbly and threaded their fingers together.

“And… and you said you’d spend your one human life with me,” Rose said. “So we’re stuck together, you and me.”

The surety in her voice bolstered him, and he brought their twined hands to his mouth to brush a kiss to her knuckles.

“Forever,” he vowed.

She gave his fingers a squeeze, then her weight shifted closer until her hip was pressed to his and she leaned into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

The words sent an ache through his chest. A good ache. The best ache.

“I love you, too,” he replied. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

“I know,” she said. She turned her head to look up at him. “Even before. Even though you never said. I knew.”

The Doctor rested his cheek on her forehead, then tilted his head to press a kiss to it.

Rose took her hand away from his and brought it up to the back of his neck. She kept his head where it was and stretched up and brushed a kiss to his lips.

He hummed and exhaled through his nose at the soft press of their lips. This kiss was much gentler than the frenzied one on the beach, but it was still perfect.

“Can I stay in here with you tonight?” Rose murmured against his mouth, caressing her fingers across the nape of his neck.

“’Course you can,” he rasped, relieved and exalted. “Always.”

She smiled into the kiss, then shuffled beside him. She brought her knee up under her and pivoted towards him, using the better angle to deepen the kiss. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and scraped her teeth across it, sending a chill that had nothing to do with the cold shuddering down his spine.

He let out a muffled groan against her mouth as he grappled with where to put his hands. When he went to wrap his arms around her waist, he lost his balance and began falling backwards onto the mattress. He squeaked in surprise, but then giggled when he heard Rose laughing at him.

She followed him down until they were both laying on their sides. Then she buried her fingers into his hair and hauled his face close to hers.

“Your hair’s shorter,” she mumbled around his mouth. She scraped her nails across his scalp as she tugged on his hair. “At least in the back.”

“Yeah, been experimenting with different styles,” he replied, not particularly wanting to talk about his hair.

“I like it,” she said. Then she hooked her leg over his hip to pull him impossibly closer.

He whimpered but followed willingly. At least until her chest pressed against his, causing her to shudder.

“Wait. I’m gonna get you wet,” he said, realizing he was still soaked.

“Isn’t that kinda the point?” she teased.

All coherent thought left him as his blood rushed from his brain to below his belt.

“I… you…. we… what…?”

“Stop thinking so hard,” Rose said. She reached down and took his hand from where it was fisted into her jacket at the small of her back. She guided it between them and set his open hand on her chest, a few inches above her breasts. “Are you okay with this?”

“Gods yes,” he gritted out.

“Okay then,” she said with a relieved smile. “Me, too. It’s just like old times, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, even though in his old body, he could regulate his hormones better so he could keep more than one thought in his head while touching her breasts.

Kissing Rose again was the most incredible experience in the universe. In the multiverse. He never wanted to stop. He wanted to hold her in his arms for the rest of their lives and never let go.

She seemed to have the same idea. She wrapped her leg tighter around his hips, hauling him closer.

Their lower halves tangled restlessly, rocking and grinding together, while their lips and tongues tasted and teased each other. It was as if they’d never been apart. Their bodies still knew and recognized each other, and it was like coming home at long last.

Their hands grew bolder, touching and rubbing and pressing to bring forth the sweetest of sounds from each other’s throats. The whisper of clothing and skin and their muffled sighs and moans and pants were the only sounds in the room. Apart from the giggles when they tried to tug the Doctor’s sodden trousers down his legs and he got stuck, the wet fabric clinging to him like a second skin.

But soon enough they freed him, and his suit jacket and t-shirt fell to the floor as well. As did her own shoes and socks, trousers and jacket, shirt and underthings.

“And you always said I wore too many layers,” he panted when he fumbled with her bra clasp.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered.

So he did. And she kissed him. Dozens and dozens of searing little kisses to his face, his neck, his chest, anywhere she could reach as her hands clutched his bum.

They shuddered when they joined together, and they clung to each other desperately as they moved, writhing and rocking and crying each other’s names as they found their pleasure.

It was over far too quickly, to the Doctor’s slight embarrassment, but she’d finished as quickly as he did. In any case, he was glad that he hadn’t left her unsatisfied. They could take their time later, when they’d rested.

As he traced absent swirls and circles onto Rose’s lower back, he realized that they had all the time in the world ahead of them. He truly had forever with her.

“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a series of kisses to the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

“Love you, too,” she said sleepily.

“I’ll love you forever,” he vowed, lightly trailing the tip of his nose up her neck and jawline to pepper kisses to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Even after our forever ends. Even when the universe has decayed into nothing, I’ll still love you.”

“Who knew you were such a sap?” she teased, but her eyes were shining and she was beaming.

He smiled back and nuzzled his nose against hers.

She then heaved a heavy breath that didn’t sound like a sated, blissful sigh.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I will be,” she answered, and while it wasn’t particularly what he wanted to hear, he was glad of her honesty. “A lot’s happened. And I’m still sorting through my thoughts and trying to figure out how I can be so happy and so upset all at the same time.”

The Doctor hugged her closer, trying to offer whatever comfort and support he could.

“I understand what you mean.”

Rose pulled back from his arms to look up at him. Her brow was furrowed.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He shrugged, and pulled her back into his arms. When he couldn’t see her face anymore, he whispered, “Being human’s odd. My chest feels a bit funny, a bit empty. And the TARDIS…” His voice choked off. His oldest companion of nearly a thousand years, gone.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

“Yeah. Still. I can grow a new one. Shouldn’t take more than a few years.” I hope, he added silently. “But I’ve got you, so all in all, not too bad.”

“Oi!” She poked his belly, and he breathed out a soft laugh.

After a few minutes of silence, Rose asked, “Will you stay with me the night?”

“Seeing as you’re technically intruding upon my room, you’re staying with me.” Rose didn’t say anything, and a quick glance up at her gave the Doctor a good enough view of her face. It was open and vulnerable. “’Course I’ll stay.”

“It’s just… before. You’d often leave my room after, and I’d wake up by myself,” she said. “And I didn’t mind, ‘cos I know you didn’t sleep much and you had TARDIS repairs and things. But now you’re human and you need to sleep. And I need to know I’m not alone, Doctor. There were so many nights I’d dreamt I was home, and you were with me, but when I’d wake up…”

The Doctor tightened his hold on her. He knew those dreams all too well.

“I’ll stay the entire night,” he promised. “Neither of us is ever gonna wake up alone again.”

Rose nodded to herself, then reached down for the duvet they’d kicked to the foot of the bed. She hauled it up to their shoulders and nestled under the covers, closer to him.

The chill in the air was gone. The room was pleasantly warm now, and they’d generated plenty of heat beneath the sheets, creating a cozy nest for them.

The Doctor’s eyes grew heavy and, with a parting kiss to Rose’s brow, he allowed them to slip shut.

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wordsintimeandspace · 6 years

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All Out

The Doctor has dealt with Daleks, Cybermen, and all kinds of terrifying creatures. But none of it prepared him for the challenge he’s facing now: coming out to Jackie Tyler.

Tentoo/Rose, rated T, around 2.6k. Read it on AO3!

It's asexual awareness week, so here I am with another ace!Tentoo story. :) This story is set some time after More than Okay and Intimacy, but can be read as a standalone.

(Note: this fic includes discussions about having a baby someday, but it’s not babyfic. Just in case anyone is uncomfortable with that.)

When he heard the door open, the Doctor looked up from the instruments in front of him. Rose stood in the doorway, her face softly illuminated by the glow of the TARDIS coral that stood in its tank in the corner of the room. A smile spread on Rose’s lips as soon as she saw him.

“Rose!” he exclaimed, jumping up from the chair with a grin. Rose quickly crossed the room, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lips met in greeting.

“Hello.” Rose grinned when they pulled apart. “Had a good day without me?”

“Yep! I mean, not because you weren’t there. That was a little lonely.” The Doctor nudged his nose against hers. “But I did successfully recalibrate the nutrients for the TARDIS. A little more oxygen, a little less calcium. Added a few other things. And look how she’s glowing!”

Rose turned around to the TARDIS, stepping closer to the tank and pressing her hand against the glass. Her fingers were just inches away from the coral. A broad smile lightened up her face. “She seems to like it.”

The Doctor let out an affirmative hum. He leaned against the workbench, watching the gleam in Rose’s eyes as she communicated with the ship. Affection bloomed in his chest, nearly making him dizzy. How did he get so lucky to have both the woman he loved and his ship back in his life? “She does sound happy, doesn’t she?” he said, his voice soft.

“Yeah. More than.”

When Rose turned back face him, a shadow fell over her face and the Doctor suddenly realized how tired she looked. “How was your day?” he asked, worry creeping into his voice.

Rose settled down on the workbench beside him, leaning her head against his shoulder and letting out a sigh. An uneasy feeling spread in the Doctor’s stomach as he took in the tension in her shoulders and the furrow in her brow.

“You all right?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and kneading the cramped muscles in her back. Slowly, Rose relaxed under his touch.

Rose bit her lip, hesitating to answer, but finally nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Mum has been getting on my nerves, that’s all.”

“What did she do?”

“It’s stupid.”

“It isn’t, not when it upsets you like that. You can tell me,” the Doctor said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Rose let out another sigh.

“She’s been asking about our plans to have a baby for a while. Since the wedding, actually.”

Raising his eyebrows, the Doctor looked down at his wife. He gently took her hand, tracing a finger along her wedding ring. He thought back to the blissful day he married her, stretching his Time Lord senses that only got a little dulled after the metacrisis. Five months, six days, four hours and twelve minutes - that’s how long Rose had been wearing it. But this was the first time she spoke about that. “You didn’t mention that before,” he finally murmured.

“I wanted to spare you that discussion. It’s getting a bit much.” Rose finally looked up at him, her eyebrows drawn together into a frown. “I didn’t want any champagne for brunch today because I had a headache and all day she kept asking if I’m pregnant. Can you believe that?”

“That sounds worse than just ‘a bit much’”.

Rose nodded, glancing back at the TARDIS coral. When she continued, her voice was quiet. “It’s just… I think she finally accepts that with the TARDIS nearly ready for travel, a baby wouldn’t fit in our lives right now. Not when we have a whole new universe to explore together. But now she started asking what would happen if I accidentally get pregnant. Couldn’t really tell her we’re not shagging anyway, could I?”

“Ah.” The Doctor grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But it would be easier if she knew.”

Rose paused for a second, the furrow in her brow deepening. “Do you want to tell her?”

An exasperated sigh escaped the Doctor’s lips before he could stop it. “This whole concept of coming out, it’s a bit ridiculous, isn’t it? Why do you people have to make assumptions in the first place? I wouldn’t have to go around and correct people on my sexuality if you didn’t do that. Besides, our sex life, or lack thereof, is none of her business.”

“That’s us, ridiculous humans,” Rose said, her lips twitching. She jumped off the workbench and stepped between his legs, cupping his face and pressing a kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry, Doctor. I wish things were different. But we’re nearly ready to travel, yeah? Might be good to get a break from Earth for a little while.”

“Mhh, maybe,” the Doctor said, nuzzling her hand. “Although I have to admit, I am quite fond of you humans, despite your silly hang-ups.” He smiled, leaning in for another kiss. Rose leaned into his touch, letting out a content hum as she stepped even closer.

When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against Rose’s. For a few moments, they were both silent. “I’ll still try to talk to her,” the Doctor finally said. “Just to get her off your back.”

Rose pulled back a little, studying his face. Her frown did nothing to hide her worry. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I think I want to.”

“Okay.” Rose smiled, brushing her fingers through his hair. When she started to pull back, the Doctor grabbed her hand, keeping her close. He let out a shuddering breath, trying to ignore her questioning glance as he struggled to find the right words.

“I just want you to know, when… no, if we decide someday that we do want a baby, we can always reconsider the ‘no sex’ thing,” he finally said. “Or just look into other options. Adoption and so on. I don’t want you to think that just because I’m asexual, you can’t be a mum someday.“

“I know.” Rose hesitated, biting her lip. “You would actually want to have sex if we want a baby?”

“Maybe. Might give it a try,” the Doctor said with a shrug. His lips curled upwards as he tried to suppress a grin. “I suppose with you it wouldn’t be too terrible.”

“Oi!”

The Doctor’s laugh echoed through the room. “That was a compliment, you know. I wouldn’t say that about anyone else.”

“Such a charmer, you are,” Rose said with a roll of her eyes. She stepped back, pulling him with her towards the door. “Come on. Let’s get somewhere more comfortable.”

~~~

A week passed until the Doctor eventually saw Jackie Tyler again. The doorbell rang, announcing her arrival to pick them both up and drive to the restaurant where they would meet Pete for dinner. The Doctor looked up from his mug of tea and glanced towards the bathroom door. He could still hear the water of the shower running - it would be a while until Rose was ready. Apparently he’d have to deal with this on his own. Letting out a long breath, the Doctor set his mug down and stood up to answer the door.

As soon as he opened the door, his resolve crumbled. “Jackie!” he announced with a fake grin as he ushered her into the flat. “We’re running a little late. I’ll get you a cup of tea.” And with that, he dashed towards the kitchen and out of sight.

Preparing the tea calmed his racing heart, if only for a moment. Jackie narrowed her eyes at him as he came back into the living room, handing her a steaming mug of tea.

“You all right, sweetheart?” Jackie asked, looking him up and down. “You seem a little… jumpy. More so than usual, although it’s hard to believe that’s even possible.”

“Erm.” The Doctor wrapped his fingers around his own mug, just to keep his hands steady. Now or never. He cleared his throat. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Go on then,” Jackie encouraged after a moment of silence.

“It’s… Rose told me that since the wedding, you’ve been asking about us having a baby.”

Jackie tilted her head, regarding him carefully. “Yeah, I have. And?”

The Doctor let out an exasperated sigh. “And, in case she hasn’t made it clear enough, she’d like you to stop. She isn’t exactly enjoying these chats.”

“I’m her mother!” Jackie cried in protest. “It’s my job to worry about these things.”

“But there is nothing to worry about right now. We’re not having a baby. The timing couldn’t be worse, with the TARDIS nearly fully grown.”

“Well, yeah.” Jackie set her mug down on the coffee table with a loud knock and crossed her arms over her chest. “You know my opinion on that thing. I don’t think it’s a good idea to just swan off again, like you did before. You’ve got family now, here on Earth.”

“So you… what? Are you trying to talk Rose into a baby so that we stay here? Settle down? That won’t happen.” The Doctor clenched his hands into fists, trying hard to keep his irritation at bay.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” Jackie said with a scoff. “I know you won’t settle down, the two of you. And a baby is entirely your decision, no matter how much I want a grandchild. I’m just saying you need to think about the possibility of a child when you’re back to travelling.”

“I really don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“Well, it’s different now, isn’t it? Than before? Now that you’re together. What happens when she gets pregnant and you’re off on some kind of alien planet? Won’t that harm her? Or the child?”

The Doctor blinked. This was a direction he hadn’t expected. “That’s what this is about?”

“You can’t blame me for being worried about that! You apparently didn’t think about it, you daft alien.”

“She won’t get pregnant, Jackie. Not anytime soon. And you don’t have to worry about Rose. I’m taking care of her.”

“She could though,” Jackie protested. “Tony wasn’t planned, you know? I love him to bits and would never change anything, but it was an accident that I got pregnant. Accidents can happen. And…” She raised her eyebrows and accusingly pointed her finger at him. “I know Rose is not taking any birth control, so you’re not exactly careful, are you?”

“I promise you, there won’t be an accident.”

“How can you be so sure about that?”

The Doctor gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. No matter what kind of excuse he came up with now, he doubted Jackie would believe him. But maybe, just maybe, she would be convinced by the truth. The words were there, at the tip of his tongue, but still they wouldn’t come. His single heart thumped hard against his ribcage.

Jackie’s expression softened at the unexpected silence. “Is everything all right? With you two?” she asked.

The Doctor nodded and finally uttered the words. “Jackie, I’m asexual.”

A stunned silence fell between them. “What does that even mean?” Jackie finally asked, frowning.

“It means I don’t experience sexual attraction,” he began to explain. “Not to anyone, not even people I love. And believe me, I love Rose more than anything. I want to kiss her, I want to hold her, I want to make her the happiest woman in this universe, but that’s it. I don’t have the urge to do anything else. I hate to disappoint you, but we don’t engage in any activities that could result in a baby.”

“Oh.” Jackie’s shoulders slumped. The fight seemed to drain out of her. For a moment, she was at a loss of words, but then her eyes widened in understanding. “There’s a word for that?”

All the Doctor could do was gape at her. “What?” he finally managed to get out.

“My friend Steph, in the other universe, she used to be like that. She never used that word though, always thought there was something wrong with her.”

“Well, you humans are certainly good at making us feel that way.” The words came out more bitter than intended, but it was too late to take them back. They were true anyways. Not wanting to see Jackie’s reaction, the Doctor tore his eyes away from her and stared down to the mug in his hands.

“Oh darling, I’m sorry”, Jackie began, her voice wavering. “All the things I said… I just didn’t know. I didn’t want to make you feel bad about yourself. I just thought, well, you’re always so affectionate. Can barely keep your hands to yourself, the two of you!”

“Well, you thought wrong,” the Doctor mumbled.

“I know. And I’m sorry I got it so wrong.” Unsure what to say in response, the Doctor was quiet, before Jackie finally continued. “I won’t bring this up again, I promise.”

A long sigh escaped the Doctor’s lips. “It’s all right. I know you meant well.”

Jackie reached out to him, giving his hand a squeeze. “And I really don’t care though, as long as you make Rose happy.”

Raising his head, the Doctor finally met Jackie’s gaze. He smiled hesitantly. “Well, I hope I do.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “Course you do, dumbo. You just have to look at her to know that. She’s so lucky to have you.”

Without meaning to, the Doctor glanced back towards the still closed bathroom door. He longed to have Rose in his arms right now. Before he knew it, a smile bloomed on his lips, despite the tension he was still feeling. “Feels more like I’m the one who’s lucky. Rose is just… she’s just amazing, about all this.”

“I didn’t expect anything else from her. And really though, you could’ve just told me.”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to react like that. I was more prepared for a debate.”

“Oi, cut me some slack,” Jackie protested. “Where do you think Rose gets this from? I was the one who raised her!”

“I know. It’s just…” The Doctor struggled for words for a moment before he eventually continued, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. “Thank you. I don’t think I realized it before, but this means a lot.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.” Before the Doctor knew what was happening, he found himself in a hug. He was stunned for just a second before he raised his arms to embrace Jackie. He let out a shuddering breath, blinking against the moisture in his eyes as relief poured through him. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders that he hadn’t realized he was carrying.

“It’s all right, darling,” Jackie said softly, rubbing circles on his back. “You’re all right. More than. And if anyone ever tells you otherwise, I’m gonna have words with them, I promise you that.”

The Doctor chuckled. “Thank you, Jackie.”

Behind them, the door opened, but the Doctor didn’t hear Rose until she spoke up, clearly startled to find her mother and her husband in an unexpected embrace. “What…? What are you doing? Did I miss anything?” she asked.

“Rose, there you are!” Jackie exclaimed, letting go of the Doctor and crossing the room to hug Rose in greeting. “We’re fine, aren’t we, Doctor? We were just having a chat.”

“Yeah,” the Doctor replied, his voice a little breathy. He smiled as he met Rose’s gaze - still confused, but definitely relieved. “We’re good.”

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 6 years

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Contagion

Based on this nonny prompt - TenToo and Rose get quarantined.

Teen rating (no smut).

@doctorroseprompts for TenToo’s Day and for the forced into quarantine prompt; @timepetalscollective for general TenTooxRose fic

AO3

“I’m sorry.”

Rose opened her eyes at the Doctor’s quiet admission, turning to face him for the first time in three hours. “That’s nice.”

He had the good sense to look contrite. “I really am. I thought I saw a Bucluetunian disintegrator sitting next to a Bunsen burner, which could cause a catastrophic reaction if it heats up too much. I didn’t mean to knock over the viral specimen.”

“Doctor, it was swine flu. I don’t know about at home, but it’s seriously dangerous and you exposed us both to it.”

“It was an accident,” he reminded her. “One which I think you’re blowing out of proportion.”

“We’re in quarantine!” She hadn’t meant to yell, but her frustration, anger, and hurt overwhelmed her; she burst into tears.

“Rose!” The Doctor looked lost, scooting forward so they were almost touching. He reached out, letting his hand hover just over one knee and patting the air.

It just made her cry harder, curling up around her knees as she let the months’ worth of emotions go. After a few minutes she sensed the Doctor come around to sit at her side, tentatively wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She immediately moved, scrambling into his lap to bury her head in his shoulder.

Taking the change as permission he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her to him as he pressed kisses to her hair, letting her cry it out.

Eventually she calmed but made no move to leave his lap, instead shifting her arms from around his neck to his waist. “I got your shirt all wet,” she mumbled in apology, and he shrugged.

“It’s just a shirt, Rose. You’re far more important.”

She spoke to his collar, not quite able to meet his eyes. “We haven’t… talked since you got here.”

“No, we haven’t,” he agreed quietly. “You didn’t seem ready.”

Rose let out a shuddering breath. “I’m not, I don’t think. And then it’s the dead of the night and you’re snoring away next to me and all I want is to talk to you, to hear your voice. But then…”

“I understand,” the Doctor promised.

“You do?”

“Of course. I know it must be difficult, adjusting to how much more handsome I am now.” He grinned down at her, and she began to really laugh for the first time since Canary Wharf.

“Is that so,” she teased, and he nodded.

“And I understand. Must be something about this universe – you’re so much more beautiful than I remember, and I didn’t think that could be possible.”

Rose stopped laughing at that, staring up at him. “You’d never have said that before,” she murmured, and he inhaled sharply.

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have thought it.”

“Doctor.”

He gave her a considering look, working his jaw for long moments. “Someone that you love.”

“What?” The apparent non-sequitur threw Rose, and she squinted up at him.

“I figured, if I’m finishing unfinished sentences, that’s another that deserves the light of day.”

It took her a second, but her hissed breath told him when she understood. “The chippy.”

“I know how you must have seen that conversation, and then everything- after. But the truth was, I was afraid letting you all the way in, telling you and therefore the universe what you meant to me, would just curse us. I didn’t think I could handle losing you.”

“But you did.” Rose sat up straight, leaning back to see him better. “You traveled with Martha, and Donna. You found Jack again.”

The Doctor gave a bitter laugh. “Just cause I survived doesn’t mean I handled it well. Or at all. I’d be shocked if neither of them said anything to you about how I was since I lost you.”

“Martha did seem to know who I was,” she bit her lip.

“She did?”

Rose gave him an odd look. “Yeah, when we were talking to Davros, and Martha threated to blow up Earth – I said ‘oh, she’s good’, and she said ‘who’s that’. I said I was Rose Tyler, and she went ‘oh my God he found you’.”

His jaw dropped as his spine stiffened. “What do you mean, threated to blow up Earth?”

She stared at him, now genuinely concerned. “Are you all right? Did something happen to your memory? She had some Oster-whatever Key that would activate bulkheads or something, I dunno.”

Something crossed his face, a dark look that didn’t help. “This was after I was shot.”

“Yes.”

“Before Donna and I showed up in the TARDIS.”

“Yes.”

He shook his head slowly. “That wasn’t me. That was the Time Lord Doctor.”

“Is there that much of a difference between you?”

“No,” he rushed out, before stopping to think. “Not really, not on the inside – aside from the obvious physiological inside bits, like the missing heart. And respiratory bypass. And most of the rest of my superior biology.”

Rose cocked an eyebrow at that.

“Anyway, memory wise, which is what I assume you’re really asking, everything’s exactly the same up until I started regenerating. Anything after that’s separate.” He paused before adding, “Running for my life towards you – that was me. Well, both of us, but still – me.”

“I ran across a parallel world,” she said abruptly. “The one artificially generated around Donna. In it, she never met you and you died beneath the Thames.”

“Christmas. Same day I was able to reach you, on Bad Wolf Bay. The transmission cut off before I could get the words out. Turned around and there she was, standing in the console room hollering like you wouldn’t believe.”

“You died, and didn’t regenerate.” There was no accusation in Rose’s eyes, only questions, and he sighed heavily.

“I didn’t want to go on without you. My greatest fear had been realized – and it was worse than I thought possible. I must have given up – I would have, if Donna hadn’t been there to stop me.”

“Doctor…”

“I love you so much,” he whispered. “I haven’t loved anyone or anything like this in – well, a very long time. Except the TARDIS.”

“I love you too,” she promised softly.

“Yeah, but you didn’t give up.”

“Sure I did,” Rose dismissed. “Every day. All the time. I’d go lock myself in the handicap bathroom and give up and cry. Or I’d lie in bed and want to die. But then I always remembered something very important.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re an idiot.”

He was visibly taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“You’re an idiot,” she repeated factually. “You just go ‘woe is me’ and move on, probably thinking you deserved it, or were being punished for being happy or something. If I wanted to get home, I’d have to do it myself. I learned that the hard way – twice.”

“I wouldn’t say it like that,” he sniffed.

“Doctor.”

“I just don’t understand why you think I’m worth such a sacrifice. “

“And that’s why you’re an idiot,” she smiled, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek. “One I love, but still one.”

“What do you want from me?” The Doctor asked suddenly. “I’m here, you’re here – are you going to try to go back? Will you – do you want to spend your life with me? I don’t – I don’t know where I belong in this universe other than at your side, but if that’s not what you want-”

“I want you,” she told him firmly, shifting around so she straddled his lap. “That’s it. I’m open to anything – that’s something we can talk about and decide together – but the only definite is you. Us. Anything else – babies, and jobs, and marriage, that’s all take it or leave it. I don’t want it with anyone else. If that’s something I have, it’s only with you.”

“Really? I’m the only requirement?” The Doctor’s skeptical look made her bite her lip.

“Yes. Though, uh, there are some things I feel are more important to our overall happiness than others.”

“Like what?” She had to smile at the poor, clueless alien who didn’t seem to be picking up on the obvious.

“Like… fun ways we can spend our forever.”

“Like?” he repeated.

“Figure it out, Time Lord.” Rose rolled her hips down against his, and after a moment his eyes went wide.

“You mean-”

“Yep.” She popped the letter as he did, continuing to move against him as he physically responded.

“Yeah, I can get on board with that,” the Doctor nodded, staring thoughtfully into the distance.

“At least try to wait until you’re home, will you?”

Jackie’s voice echoing through the quarantine chamber had the same effect as dumping a bucket of ice water on their heads; Rose scrambled off his lap to sit beside him as the Doctor drew his knees up to hide any evidence of his reaction.

“Sorry!” they called together, before glancing at each other.

Sitting in the observation booth watching as the couple laughed, Jackie turned to her husband. “See?”

“Yeah, that’s great that they finally talked, Jacks,” Pete said patiently, “but did we have to fake a shutdown and quarantine to make it happen?”

“Oh, you’ll learn,” she told her husband knowingly, content to know that Rose would quite literally get the best of both worlds.

Well, universes.

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 6 years

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Into Her Dreams

tentoo x rose

“Are there any planets like Middle Earth?”

Rose is perched on a conveniently located ledge, feet kicking aimlessly, and Doctor is half under the TARDIS console while they spin through the Time Vortex.

“Middle Earth? You mean Hobbits and Elves and Ents and the like?” He isn’t quite making fun of her, but she can tell he is amused.

“You got a problem with Tolkien?” she says, maybe a bit too defensively.

“No, no, Tolkien’s brilliant! Had tea with him a few times, as a matter of fact.”

She waits. When he doesn’t go on, she finally--trying not to sound too eager--says, “So? Are there?”

He laughs, sliding out from under the console and sitting up to look at her. “Well, there’s Godnor.”

“Wait, Godnor? Like Gondor? Really?” She is incredulous.

He rubs his hand on the back of his neck. “It’s possible I may have inadvertently suggested a few things,” he says sheepishly. “I rambled about Godnor one day over a cuppa. Godnor, giant eagles, walking trees... Next thing I know I’m reading about Middle Earth. Go figure.”

She can hardly contain her delight. “You have to take me there. Please? The TARDIS has to have some suitable clothes for meeting elves...or whatever they’re actually called.” She bites her lower lip, eyes pleading.

He can’t say no when she looks at him like that. Not that he’d planned to say no anyway.

Rose has stepped onto many new worlds. She’s stepped into the ancient past and the distant future; she’s even stepped into her own past. She spent what felt like an eternity hopping between actual universes, searching for the doctor. But until today she’s never felt so much like she was stepping into a dream.

Godnor is her dream.

It’s her childhood dream: a forest of impossibly tall trees with fluttering yellow leaves at the foot of a mountainside dotted with buildings that are so perfectly in tune with their surroundings they look like they grew right out of the rock. She gasps, her hand fluttering in the direction of the mountain city. “It’s Rivendell! Doctor, it’s actually Rivendell! It’s just how I always pictured it!” She grabs the Doctor by the hands and spins them both in a circle, laughing with pure delight. The wide skirt of her medieval style dress flares around them, the deep russet red a perfect contrast with the yellow leaves under their feet.

She stops their spin and smiles up at him, her face flushed. “This is...Doctor, this is fantastic. It feels like magic.” He grins and links his arm through her hers.

“Doctor Magician, at your service,” he says with a wink.

The Doctor leans against the doorway of the wardrobe room, watching Rose lace up a pair of sturdy boots. “You sure these are okay?” she asks.

“Your dress covers your feet. Trust me, you don’t want to be hiking in flimsy sandals. It’s a world of forests and mountains. We’re not going to be carrying the One Ring to Mount Doom--no, there is no Mount Doom on Godnor--but we travel by foot or by horseback. Either way you’ll want boots.”

He pauses, watching her again. It’s times like this, these tiny moments, that he can’t believe how lucky he is to have this life with his Rose. He loves every bit of it--the new worlds, the “run for your life,” and the quiet moments. He may have lost the ability to regenerate, but he’d gained a lifetime with Rose.

Snapping back to the present, he quirks his head sideways; Rose sees and answers his unasked question. “Remember our walk through the park last weekend?” He nods. “There were two girls, nine or ten years old, sitting against a tree and reading a book together. They were completely absorbed in the story, they didn’t even notice when a group of boys ran past and nearly stepped on them. It took me back…” She sits back, pulling her knees to her chest, the long skirt of her dress fanning out around her. “The summer I was ten years old a girl and her dad moved into the flat below Mum and me. Her name was Julia. Jools. She was a quiet thing, exactly the opposite of me. But we somehow fit. Some days I dragged her outside and made her get into trouble, some days she made me stay inside and we’d watch movies or draw or bake cookies, quiet things. One day when I got to her flat I found her curled up on her bed with a battered paperback.”

“The Fellowship of the Ring?” guesses the Doctor.

Rose smiles. “Actually it was The Return of the King. But after she talked about it for a few minutes, her face so bright...Her dad started reading them with her before she even knew what books were, and he kept reading through them again and again, once a year, every year. She loved those books, I could tell that from the sparkle in her eyes. It wasn’t long before The Fellowship of the Ring was out and we were reading it together. It took weeks, but we read all three books. Sometimes we’d take turns reading aloud to each other, sometimes we sat next to each other, heads together, saying ‘done’ when we reached the end of a the page. We read in our bedrooms, at our kitchen tables, outside on the steps, at the park. When we needed a break from sitting--usually me more than her--we played at being hobbits or elves or sometimes even orcs. We made up tunes and sang the elven songs. Every day was an adventure.”

The Doctor can hardly believe what he’s hearing. It’s no wonder she fell so perfectly into step with him all those years ago. She’d been looking for someone to take her hand and say “Run!” for years.

“Rose--” he starts to say, but she cuts him off, again answering his question before he asks.

“She moved away before Christmas, that same year,” she says, a single tear tracing down her cheek. “I never saw her again.”

“I’m so sorry, Rose,” he says quietly, sliding down the wall so he’s sitting next to her.

She rests her head on his shoulder. “Me too. But even though I stopped having sword fights in the kitchen, I still read the books every year. And seeing those two girls in the park…” She sighs, although not unhappily. “I often wonder what happened to her, what her life is like now. I wish I could tell her about you, and about the TARDIS, she’d love all this. But mostly I’m just glad I met her, you know?”

He knows.

They are nearly to the edge of the mountain city when locals come to greet them. “Welcome! You’re here for autumn festival?” asks a tall blond woman with pointy ears and an ethereal smile.

Rose can barely contain her glee.

“Oh yes!” says the Doctor. They chat as they walk out of the trees and into the Rose’s imagination. She has to blink several times before she’s convinced it’s real.

They’ve been calling it a city, but it’s not like any kind of modern city Rose has ever seen. The buildings are all arches and parapets and towers, built right into the side of the mountain, and many of them are connected by narrow bridges high above their heads. The stone practically glows in the light of the setting sun. And even though it is autumn--even if their escort hadn’t told them about the autumn festival, the golden leaves on the trees and the slight nip in the air would have given it away--there are still flowers growing everywhere. Gold and red and orange and brown and every shade in between spilling from window boxes, sprouting from vines climbing the sides of buildings, at the base of every tree and along every path. Even some of the trees are spilling flower petals as well as leaves.

And then there are the elves.

They aren’t really elves, of course, that’s just what Tolkien called them. But she can’t help but think of them that way. They are impossibly beautiful, and so full of joy; Rose feels lighter inside just being in their presence.

And when they see the visitors they smile brightly and introduce themselves; they offer food and drink and it isn’t long before Rose is whisked away from the Doctor into a colorful riot of twirling skirts and stamping feet, harmonizing voices echoing back at them off the mountainside.

Rose isn’t sure how long the music lasts, but it feels like days later when she finds herself sitting on a bench beside the Doctor, breathless, her sweat-dampened hair sticking to her neck.

“Doctor,” she says, squeezing his hand, “I was dancing. With elves.” Her eyes, wide with excitement--and the wonder of her ten year old self--reflect the starlight.

“Well, technically you’ve been dancing with the Sky Singers of Godnor, but, well, close enough.” He grins at her. “Good trip?”

In answer she captures his lips with hers.

for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas || Day 15: Santa and/or Elves

additional prompt: magical for @legendslikestardust

my ficmas masterpost

#lirael writes #31 days of ficmas #doctorroseprompts #legendslikestardust #tentoo x rose #tentoo #rose tyler #yes i know i'm a giant nerd #i read 'santa and/or elves' and think 'ooo! tolkien!'#because those are elves #just not the kind everyone else will think of #(so so sorry)#(not really)#jrr tolkien #lotr

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tenroseforeverandever · 6 years

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Dear Father Christmas... Chapter 1: December 24, 2016

Cover art by the wonderful @rose--nebula!

MASTERPOST

Characters: Tentoo; Rose Tyler; Jackie Tyler; Pete Tyler; Tony Tyler; OC Hope Tyler-Noble; OC Charlotte Tyler-Noble; OC Wilfred Tyler-Noble

Rated: Teen

Tags: Family!Fic; Kid!Fic; Pete’s World; Letters to Santa; Christmas Fic; Family; Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; Romance; Love

Summary: When Rose Tyler was little, she always wrote a Christmas wish list to Father Christmas. As she grew older, the wish list became more of a letter to someone she could confide in once a year, but she fell out of the habit somewhere along the way. Now, as a new mum, celebrating her daughter’s first Christmas, Rose takes up writing her Christmas letter to Father Christmas once again.

Rose’s Christmas letters are excerpts from her life with her beloved Tentoo and their children in Pete’s World, written once a year, for each of 31 years.

Notes:

Part of my These Two Hearts series

Written for prompts provided by @doctorroseprompts over on Tumblr for their 31 Days of Ficmas celebration. I’ve played with the order of the prompts a bit, but I intend to use them all.

This will be a huge challenge for me. For those of you who know me well, you’ll know I am not a fast writer. To post one of these every day for 31 days will be pushing me well and truly to my limits. They may not all get posted on time, but they will get posted. Promise.

My eternal thanks to my brilliant betas @rose--nebula and mrsbertucci for picking up on the things I miss and for chivvying me along. ((((hugs))))

The first prompt is Hope. Please enjoy.

Also read at: AO3; FF.net; Teaspoon

December 24th, 2016

Dear Father Christmas,

Blimey! It’s been a while. I don’t think I’ve written to you since… well since Jimmy. That bloody wanker sucked the magic out of everything. He sucked the magic right out of my life. But that’s all right. The Doctor gave me back the magic and then some.

Oh my God! I just realized! Maybe you don’t even know who I am. Is Father Christmas even the same bloke in all universes? Are you a transdimensional entity? I reckon not, or else transdimensional travel would be possible, and we know for a fact it’s not, not any more.

I know I’m just being stupid. Transdimensional capabilities or not, you’re obviously just a fictional character, a product of children’s imaginations and a bloated, economy-driven society. Still, I bet the Doctor would disagree. He’d probably tell me Santa is an actual being from some planet with an unpronounceable name. Complete with elves too! I wager he’d say “lots of planets have a North Pole”. But most of his knowledge is based on the Prime Universe… for now. So even if you are real there, you may not be the same in this universe, or you may not exist at all.

Don’t suppose it matters anyway, yeah? It was just always nice to chat with you like this every year, so I guess I’ll start again. I missed this. Back in the Prime Universe, Mum got me started writing to you every Christmas Eve, even when I was just a baby. Those first notes were just a few pencil scratches. Complete rubbish. She loved them, anyway. She kept them safe for years, would bring them out every Christmas and show them around along with the naked baby photos, (especially if I had been a cow to her or we’d had a row.) But she had to leave them all behind in the Prime Universe with so much else from our lives. Embarrassing as they were, it would’ve been nice to be able to, well… Enough of that!

By the time I was four, I knew all my letters. I was so determined to do it myself, write my own Christmas wish list. Mostly it was just all the things I wanted for Christmas. But I always minded my manners. I said please and thank-you. I always asked after Mrs. Claus and the reindeer. And, I hope I was never greedy. Sorry if I was, even if you aren’t actually the right Father Christmas to apologize to.

As I got older, I realized you weren’t real (sorry!) and my letters to you became more of a diary. You know… private stuff I’d write every year, yeah. It was nice to be able to say things, to tell someone things I couldn’t say to anyone else. Course, I stopped for a while, because Jimmy… I’d never want him to find those letters and have that to hold over me. Anyway, it’s not like I’d ever had the chance to write them, working two, sometimes three jobs, just to keep that knob in fags and drink. And after a while, I just got out of the habit, and life took some good turns… and some bad turns. Then some really bad turns.

But now, life is completely brilliant! I have my Doctor by my side... forever! I have my own baby girl. (Hope’s her name and she’ll be writing you a note too this year!) And, to top it off, I’m actually dictating these letters now. Voice recognition software! The Doctor jiggery-pokeried it so when it’s printed it uses my handwriting as the font.

I’m rambling, aren’t I? Guess I’m just a bit nervous (and excited) about doing this again and getting Hope started too.

I think you’ll like Hope. But I’m warning you, I don’t think she’s quite like other babies. Well, I know she isn’t. She’s her father’s daughter, that’s for sure. Nine months old, and she’s already talking up a storm. Full sentences! Just watch, she’ll be able to use this voice recognition software… Course, I don’t know what her handwriting font will look like, ‘cause she’s pretty much like a normal baby in her gross and fine motor development, so no handwriting just yet. Her verbal and cognitive development, though… the doctors at Torchwood say it’s off the charts.

It scares me if I’m being honest. I don’t know how I can ever be a mum to her… a proper mum. Thank God I have the Doctor by my side to keep her entertained, because she takes in absolutely everything and it’s never enough. But he “gets” her. He knows how to keep her happy. We take her on adventures (safe ones, don’t worry!) all through space and time. And we explore. Oh, we explore so much!

But it’s so different from the way I explored as a kid, ya know? Here’s an example. We go to a beach, yeah, with rock pools and lovely sand too, and the water is so warm and wavy. Now me, as a kid, I’d splash in the waves and muck about in the sand with my pail and spade. And at the rock pool, I’d poke at a few beasties and squeal about them. It was all just in fun. But with Hope, everything is so intense. She investigates everything, and her Daddy is right there with her, coaxing her to connect the dots herself, filling in the bits she’s missed. The starfish (sorry, sea star − I must use proper terminology!) was carefully examined, all its little bits explored and then thoroughly researched back at the TARDIS, and not just the names of the bits, but the hows and whys of them too.

And then the Doctor reads to her… not baby books, but Harry Potter and Narnia and Oliver Twist. She’s even sounding out some parts herself. He’ll break out the sciencey stuff, the physics and chemistry and biology, and the maths too, when it has something to do with what happened on our adventure that day. And she hangs on every word. I don’t know if she understands everything he reads her, but she sure understands a lot of it.

She’s just so tiny, just an infant, but her mind is so big. Definitely bigger on the inside, our child is! I love her like I never thought I could love anyone, but I’m so frightened that… that… well, that she won’t love me, a stupid ape. How can I be a proper mum to her when she already knows more about bloody sea stars than I ever will?

Then there are those times when I hold her in my arms and feed her at my breast, when I snuggle her to sleep, and I breathe in her sweet baby smell. It’s almost normal. Sometimes I can even get her giggling, completely out of control, over the most simple things, like peek-a-boo. And when she bumps her head, her arms immediately come up for me to hold her and kiss it better. Me! That makes me feel like a proper mum.

You should have seen her when we were putting up the Christmas tree this afternoon. Her fat little fingers were grabbing for all those bright shiny baubles, and her eyes were so wide and she didn’t know where to look first because it was all so pretty. And then Daddy came prancing down the stairs from the console room wearing a big red light-up nose and huge felt antlers on his head, and we were all in hysterics. I really felt like part of the family, and I kind of realized I don’t always feel that way.

It’s made me think, though, going forward, I really need to make a place for her in my life as she grows. I always used to love to paint and draw. Once upon a time, I was even going to go for my A-levels in art. Before Jimmy. I’d like to take that up again, and I could teach her too, eventually, when she can actually hold a brush. Maybe we could do that together. And singing and dancing, not to mention gymnastics when she’s old enough.

Blimey! This has been one weird Christmas letter, yeah? And I haven’t even asked for any presents. I honestly just want my family to be healthy and happy, and I want to be able to be a proper mum to Hope. Not really stuff you can just hide under the tree.

Oh! Here comes Hopie now, in her Daddy’s arms, all fresh from her bath. Hey there, baby girl! Are you ready to write your letter to Father Christmas? C’mere, sit on Mummy’s lap and maybe Daddy will make us a cuppa. (Thanks, love!) And, my darling girl, as soon as you’re finished with your letter, we better head right over to see Gran and Grandad and Uncle Tony. There’ll be hell to pay if we’re late! (I hear you moaning, Doctor!)

Okay, Father Christmas, here’s me, signing off for this year. Lots of love to Mrs. Claus and all the reindeer and elves too! Thanks for listening to me whinge. It really helped to get it off my chest. I know, I know! I need to tell the Doctor how I’ve been feeling, but I don’t want him going and feeling guilty just because he’s being a bloody amazing dad. But I’ll talk to him; I promise.

Happy Christmas!

love, Rose

#doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas 2017 #kid fic #family fic #tentoo x rose #ficandchips #pete's world #letters to santa #christmas fic #fluff #angst #love #hurt/comfort #tenroseforeverandever's fic

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skyler10fic · 7 years

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Falling Apart, Falling Together

By Skyler10

Summary: Rose is very grateful Tentoo is home after a long day with the kids: Piper Jane (8) and Braxton Michael (3).

Notes: First and foremost, for #Tentoosday. Also for the @doctorroseprompts drabble prompt: “quiet” and general fall fic (leaves, blankets, Halloween mentions, baking, etc.) Also, as I like to do with my own afflictions, I have given Rose PMDD in this fic because something this fluffy and idyllic needs some real talk, yeah? If you don’t know what it is, it’s the emotional side of PMS but enough to be a Thing. It’s fun, trust me. ;) (It’s not much fun, but yay #awareness)

“Oh thank god, you’re home,” Rose rushed up to greet the Doctor in the entryway to their house just as he shut the door behind him. It had been a busy Sunday with their three-year-old son and eight-year-old daughter, and just as it was getting started, the Doctor had been called in to work.

Rose was so relieved to see him that she pulled him down for a spontaneous, hard kiss.

“Not that I’m complaining,” the Doctor said as she pulled away, “but what’s going on?”

“Your son. won’t. nap,” Rose bit out through a forced smile. “He wants to show you his dinosaurs, even though he knows you have seen them a million times. He still won’t go to sleep until you look at them. He’s been like this for an hour, and I have to get these pumpkin cookies baking for Piper’s class tomorrow. You know how I know?! Because she keeps reminding me every five minutes that she’s going to be the only one without treats for the autumn class party!” The last part was in a frustrated whisper because Piper was only around the corner in the kitchen.

“C’mere…” The Doctor pulled her in for a reassuring hug, which she returned tightly. “It’s gonna be alright. I’m here.”

She let go of him eventually and smiled sheepishly, embarrassed at herself.

“Thanks. Just… I really missed you today. Not only because of the kids.” She exhaled heavily and shook her head at her silliness. He was only gone eight hours, after all. They’d been apart much longer than that, even since starting their new life together in this universe. Then she remembered what week of the month it was. “I don’t know, probably just PMS-ing or whatever.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pecked a kiss to her forehead. “The Time Lord in me says you’re right about your cycle, but I know it still freaks you out that I know that, so instead I’m going to say, honestly, I missed you too.”

“DADDY! Come see my dinosaurs!” came a tiny shout from upstairs.

Piper stuck her head out into the hallway. “You’re supposed to be sleeping!”

“I WILL VERY SOON,” came Braxton’s reply.

Rose and the Doctor couldn’t help but laugh wearily.

“Divide and conquer?” he suggested.

Rose nodded. “Come sample our test batch when you’re done?”

“Oh yes!” He beamed and bounded upstairs to their son’s bedroom.

“This one is a ticeracops and this one is a tewannasaurus rex.” Braxton held up each of his plushie toys for his dad to see. The three-year-old was tucked into bed with the Doctor sitting next to him. A pile of books from Rose’s attempts to get him to nap were scattered on the floor around them.

“That’s very good! Did you learn that in school?”

“No, Mummy taught me. She said they are much scarier in person. But these are nice ones and they will protext me from the baddies.” He squished them into a hug, then yawned. “Daddy, can I be a dinosaur for Halloween?

“Sure, son. That sounds like a great costume.” The Doctor made a mental note to look for dinosaur costumes in Braxton’s size the next time they were out shopping.

“Can we go in the TARDIS to see the dinosaurs? The REAL ones?”

The Doctor smiled and stroked the boy’s sticky-uppy brown hair so like his own. He softened his voice to the magical tone that always helped his kids relax. “Yes, when you’re older. Right now, I want you to close your eyes and think about all the good dinosaurs playing and having fun together.”

Braxton snuggled down into bed and, with a tad bit of help from his father’s telepathic touch, he was out like a light. The Doctor tried not to use that method much, but he knew if Braxton didn’t get his nap soon, he’d be cranky and not want to go to sleep later tonight.

Down in the kitchen, he found pumpkin cookies on the cooling rack, but Rose and Piper were nowhere in sight.

“Rose?”

“Shh, over here.” He followed the whisper to the living area with a big comfy couch. Rose and Piper were cuddled up with a blanket. A movie about teenage witches was playing, muted, on the telly.

“Hey,” he whispered as he knelt down in front of the couch. “Got Brax down but not without a promise we’d visit the late Cretaceous period. I see you’ve been successful as well.”

Rose smiled down at their daughter. “Sometimes big kids need a nap too.” She yawned. “Must be catching.”

“You should get some rest as well.” He shook his head when she started to protest. “I’ll get the second batch of cookies out of the oven when they’re done.”

“Mmk,” Rose agreed, almost asleep already. “Don’t let them burn.”

“Not to worry. I’m good with time.” He winked.

Rose smiled and let her eyes fall closed.

Fifteen minutes later, Rose awoke as a new woman. She double-checked the time to make sure she hadn’t actually slept longer. Piper was still out cold, so she carefully unwrapped herself from her daughter’s embrace. Piper stirred, but Rose tucked the blanket in around her and she settled back down.

The Doctor was still in the kitchen. He’d found the ingredients she’d set aside for dinner and was starting to cook.

“Hello, beautiful,” he crooned in faux suggestive tone at the sight of her nap-mussed hair. She giggled as he patted down a section that was sticking out funny. “Have a good nap?”

“Yes, ta.” She pecked a kiss to his lips and turned to admire the cookies cooling on the rack. She turned back to him and gasped.

“What?” He straightened, ready to spring into action. He searched the cookies for anything wrong.

“No, these look great.” She breathed out a laugh. “I just realized I didn’t even ask about your day or anything! I’m so sorry, love.”

He relaxed and exhaled. “Not at all! You had your hands full, and I of all people know what that’s like with those two.”

“Still, I’d like to hear about how it went?”

He nodded in the direction of their back porch just out the kitchen door. It had a bench swing just under Braxton’s open window, so they could hear if he woke up. The sun was low in the sky, causing the autumn leaves to gleam golden and red. It so beautiful the Doctor and Rose couldn’t help but stare at the trees as they settled in on the swing. He leaned against one of the armrests with her back against his chest. His arms encircled her, and she entwined hers arms around his. Together like this, they felt completely at peace.

“I found the missing sequence in the coding,” he began after a moment of simply enjoying each other’s embrace. “The machine is already up and running, processing the new arrivals’ photos as we speak.”

“So we can give them IDs now, all the shapeshifters?”

“Yup. One more class of refugees the Earth can take in from other worlds.” He kissed her temple. “They can have a home here and work legally and provide for their families.”

She turned her head so she could nuzzle into his neck. “I’m so proud of you. I don’t tell you that enough.”

“I’m proud of you too. You amaze me. Every day. Whether we’re fighting the bad guys or helping aliens find a home here or taking care of our kids.”

She sighed, supposing it was time to confess her insecurity, even if it was probably just monthly hormones.

“Sometimes I…”

“What is it, love?”

“I wonder if I’m doing any of it right. There’s all this talk about whether we mums can do it all, you know: work, be a good parent, travel, whatever. I see other mums or other agents or people we meet in our travels and it just seems like I can never get it right or be enough.”

“Ohhh, my Rose,” he reassured gently though it broke his heart to hear it, “you are doing every bit of that marvelously. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t have the same doubts about myself. You know how hard it was for me to accept I could be a good dad at first.”

“Yeah, but that was ages ago.”

“Still, I doubt myself, if I’m good enough for you, for our kids. I know there’s more I could be doing at work too, with my big brain and centuries of experience, but I need time here too. I want to be there for things like Piper’s footie game today and putting Brax down for his nap, but I also want to help others find a home here for their families. It’s…”

“Complicated,” she finished for him. “I feel that too. Every time I see a kid we’ve saved run back to their parents, I miss our kids. And vice versa, every time I hear about one of our kids’ classmates whose planet we weren’t there to save, I feel guilty we were here safe with our family.”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “You know what though?”

“Hmm?”

“I’d say we’re doing alright.”

“Yeah?” She smiled.

“Definitely. And we’ll probably still be figuring this out even after the kids are grown and gone. We’ll be wondering how to balance it all with our grandchildren!”

“I dunno. Maybe we’ll have figured it out by then.” She watched an orange leaf fall right into her lap from the branch above them. She picked it up and handed it to him. “One thing I do know.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m so glad we get to do all of this: growing old together, having this life. I love it.��

“Worth it?”

“Always.”

“Stay with me?”

“Forever.” She twisted in his arms and kissed him, enjoying the brief moment of peace in the madness of their one life together.

#doctorroseprompts #ficandchips #tentoo x rose #dw fic #tentoosday #daddy!doctor #mum!Rose #You know Piper Jane #now I bring you Braxton Michael #:D much more of his story to come #kid!fic #fluff #romance #autumn fic #also some real life as a woman #PMDD #PMS #because life isn't perfect even in fic

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 7 years

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October rec n°3: Looking Glass

Looking Glass, chiaroscuroverse & fleur de neuf.

Number of chapters: 5/5.

Language: English.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance.

Rating:

EXPLICIT

Subjet: Doctor Who.

Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

Synopsis: Rose is given an aphrodisiac drug at a club, and only the Doctor can help her. In the process, they discover what’s been right there all along.

Links: Archive of our own || Tumblr (chiaroscuroverse) || Teaspoon.

My opinion

Introduction:

I've known since the first chapter that I would rec this fic. It has been completed this week so this Sunday is all about Nine/Rose again. Most of you know the love chiaroscuroverse and fleurdeneuf have for Nine and for the Nine/Rose ship, so you must also know this fic is a masterpiece.

About the story:

The prompts given to us by the different teams on Tumblr are the opportunity to write some interesting things we maybe wouldn't have thought of on our own. This starts a bit like Hypnagogic Panic, but it's far from being the same. We have Rose and Jack in a club, Rose being friendly and running into troubles with some alien trying to influence her, to make her develop a sexual attraction for him, but it appears to be inefficient. At least, for the insisting Londred.

Everything gets complicated when they get back to the TARDIS. Rose hasn't been affected by whatever Londred did to her because she wasn't interested in him at all. But the little trick is acting... with a little delay. On the real person Rose is interested in. And if she clearly knows about her feelings for her dear Doctor, she also knows that it might not be mutual. So, she chooses the best way out she can find: she runs away from the Doctor and keeps him away from her.

But the situation is unbearable for the poor Rose who can't deal with the intense and painful arousal she is experiencing, the desperate craving of touching the Doctor and make love to him. The tension quickly climbs through the words of the two authors and we feel as desperate as Rose who can't control herself and we can't wait for the Doctor to come and fix the situation. After he pays a friendly visit to Londred. Rose is vulnerable and can't find any relief, the Doctor feels guilty for not being there to protect his precious human.

If Rose is vulnerable, we get to see a complete powerless, naked, exposed Doctor. And it's beautiful. The usually tough guy hiding behind his shell is letting down all his walls and defences and shows himself the way he really is underneath all of it. The two authors totally reach the peak of their talent to magnificently offer us a sight of the Doctor we have never seen. It's outstanding, and we sink into his raw soul with no way back. And good thing: we don't want our sinking to end. But all good things have a end unfortunately.

In conclusion:

If Looking Glass reveals the sexual hunger Rose is experiencing for the Doctor, if the smut fills most of the chapters, this is not the most important in this fiction. Besides the sexual tension and obvious sex scenes, this is the way the characters strip to show what they really feel and how they truly are. They are naked, and not only physically. It's well-written, it's wonderful, and we can only want more. The raw souls of the Doctor and Rose create a beautiful mix we can never get tired of. @chiaroscuroverse & @fleurdeneuf: Thank you for this amazing masterpiece.

Favorite excerpt::

Beware of the spoilers beyond this line.

“Can I tell you a story? You usually like my stories so much you fall asleep before I get to the end.” She smiled and blinked away tears. “Dunno if that’ll work today.” “Don’t sell yourself short. Champion sleeper, you. ‘S a wonder we ever get anywhere.” His light tone was a touch too deliberate, and she could feel the worry underneath. He paused again. “Listen, Rose, I can guess how you must be feeling and I’m so, so very sorry. That I wasn’t there--” “Experienced the wonders of love potions yourself? In your dancing days?” It came out a little more bitter sounding than she meant. “Not that I recall right off, but to tell the truth, there’s quite a few days of my life that have vanished, especially right before the war. Had my memory cleared more’n a few times. By me or someone else.” He gave a short chuckle. “Sometimes have to protect me from my own self--one hazard of being a time traveler.” She reminded herself she should really tell him to go. The brick wall of her resolve crumbled with every word he spoke, and she could hardly concentrate on what he was saying, with the timbre of his voice rolling up and down her spine. The devil on her shoulder spoke again, told her she was being ridiculous. He could never send her home no matter what happened. Just ask him. Say: help me, Doctor. He was probably touch-starved anyway, the way he took her hand at every opportunity, and the way she’d feel him slightly shiver when she brushed against him while he sat on her bed next to her, on top of the covers, telling her about Ice Warriors or some other civilization much farther from home. It could never be the same for him as for her, but she could be something more to him. Maybe he’d--

[...]

“That’s when the last thing I ever expected happened. I had to go save the Earth, again, and I had a nice trap set, and there I found….you, Rose Tyler. Wandered off into an alien invasion, typical.” “Oi,” she objected, but lightly, heartbeat picking up speed. “What I said about my memories always bein’ there for the taking, well, if I want to I can brighten and stay in that moment I took your hand and told you to run, the moment you turned and met my eyes. When I got so shaken I decided to make a small change to ensure I’d get out of that basement, though it meant I’d have to work harder to find the Nestene base. And if it meant I might have to find you again, for the sake of the Earth, of course, guess I would.” “Y-you wanted to find me again?” She was annoyed at her voice going wobbly. “Kept thinking I’d shake it off--shake you off--and be ready to move on again. But a funny thing happened along the way. It started to be fun again.” “Fun?” “Savin’ the world. Suddenly, there’s you--pulling me inside your flat, wrestlin’ an arm with me, and swinging on a chain to save me. An’ it was fun. Could search my memories and figure out when I’d last had a laugh, but I don’t think I want to know the answer.” “Doctor…” “Nevermind about that. My point is that when I was sure my life was over, it unexpectedly began again. You came with me. And what I want more than anything is for you to stay.” “Oh.” A small seed rooted in her mind: what if, what if ? “I wanna stay. With you. But I think I know why you’re telling me this now, when I’ve got nano-whatsits in my bloodstream making me...like this.” “I’m telling you this now because you might be feeling exposed. And you shouldn’t feel alone. Just because of what happened. I want you to see me too.” “You want to help me. Because you care about me and I helped you. I understand.” “Not yet you don’t. Yes, that’s true, but that’s not all.” Tears fell to her knees, and she lifted her head. “You’ve figured it out, haven’t you? Why I didn’t want you here. So there’s no point in hiding anymore. I don’t even want to hide from you. It’s--I don’t wanna do something foolish and never be able to show my face again.” “That’s not going to happen. I understand what you’re dealing with. It’s not your fault and there’s nothing that will make me think different about you.” His gentle voice made her want to burrow into it. “I’m going to ask you again to open the door. Can you meet me halfway and look at me? Please, Rose, see me how I see you.” She nodded to herself. Okay. S’ok. You can handle this. She wiped her eyes with her free hand. “All right. But I want you to stay over there. And you’re gonna have to open it yourself.” “Okay. Here goes.” The door slowly swung inward. He’d never been so beautiful. The Doctor was sat on his coat, one cheek slightly pink like he’d been resting it on the door. His maroon jumper wasn’t the same one he was wearing before, because every detail of his appearance when she stepped through the TARDIS doors was like an afterimage on the back of her eyelids. He pushed the door all the way to the wall and met her eyes as he crawled over the threshold, face as open as she’d ever seen it, but it fell as he noticed her arm.

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chocolatequeennk · 7 years

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As Long As We Both Shall Live, 3/3

The Doctor has always wanted to share a telepathic bond with Rose Tyler, and now he finally has the chance. But, as always, the universe has a surprise in store for them.

Tentoo x Rose, telepathic bonding with Bad Wolf

This is part of Two Hearts, One Life, and it fills the alien beaches prompt from @doctorroseprompts this week.

It’s also a birthday present for @lastbluetardis. Happy Birthday, Ashley!

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP | Ch 1 | Ch 2

Rose was surprised when the Doctor hustled her towards the TARDIS the next morning after a campfire breakfast. “We’re not going to stay here? Go hiking, see a waterfall, that kind of thing?”

The Doctor pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth, and Rose blinked when she picked up on his indecision over the bond. It almost felt like her own emotion, and she realised it was going to take some time to learn to keep that straight.

He smiled gently and wrapped his arms around her. That’s why we’re taking a proper honeymoon, he told her as he nuzzled into her neck. It’s a lot to get used to.

Rose sighed and leaned back against his chest, relishing the warm glow of his mind in hers. Yeah, it is… but I’ve got you to teach me, right? She closed her eyes so she could focus on their connection, and when it felt real in her mind, she imagined herself running a gentle touch over it.

The warmth deepened, and the arms around her waist pulled her closer. Not sure you’ll need much teaching, the Doctor mused, his telepathic voice a soft mixture of surprise and delight. You’re already more skilled than any beginning telepath I’ve ever encountered.

Rose turned in his arms and looped her arms loosely around his neck. Oh… I think there are some things you could still teach me, she purred.

The Doctor’s eyes widened and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yep!” he squeaked. “Much more skilled. And as much as I would love to undertake those… lessons with you, I do have plans for the day.”

Rose smirked at him, then stepped back and let him regain his composure. “Which reminds me… about staying here?” The crisp mountain air wafted over them, smelling sweet and fresh this morning, inviting them to linger.

He sighed and looked around at the empty campsite. “Well… We could always come back at the end of our honeymoon for a few days?” he suggested. “I have other plans for the next two weeks, though.”

His eagerness finally sparked her own desire to explore, and she nodded. “All right,” she said and followed him onto the ship.

He grinned as he sent the TARDIS off to their next destination. “You are going to love what I have planned, Rose Tyler.”

“Probably,” she agreed. The TARDIS shook, and Rose grabbed onto the railing to stay upright. “I love most things you plan.”

The Doctor’s face lit up, and the rush of joy over the bond made Rose giggle. “You knew that, didn’t you?” He shrugged and his face turned pink, and Rose smiled fondly at him. “Well, I do. Even when they don’t turn out exactly the way you thought they would, I love the thought you put into things.”

The TARDIS landed before the Doctor could reply, and Rose furrowed her brow at the slightly… squishy feeling of the landing. “It feels like we just sank into something,” she said uncertainly.

The Doctor stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded at the door. “Take a look,” he invited.

Rose raised an eyebrow, then turned around and pulled the door open an inch. When sunlight trickled in through the crack in the door, she opened it all the way, gasping when she saw the sunlight sparkling on the turquoise water, only fifty feet away.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous.” Rose’s feet sank slightly into the sand when she stepped onto the beach, and she realised that was what had felt off about their landing. She took a deep breath and savoured the heady floral perfume and the tang of salt air. Behind her, she heard the TARDIS door latch, and then the Doctor took her hand.

“I thought you’d like a beach holiday for our honeymoon.”

“It’s perfect,” she promised him. “And you parked right on the water, so we have a beachfront view the whole time we’re here.”

A hint of something trickled over the bond, and Rose looked up at him. “Doctor?”

“Well… We do have a beachfront property,” he agreed. “But what would you say if I told you it was that one?” He used their joined hands to point at the closest house, a small cottage with a deck that ran the entire length of the back of the house.

“Really?”

The Doctor nodded and tugged her towards it. “Yep! One beach house, complete with a fire pit on the deck and a jacuzzi tub in the master bathroom. And gorgeous views of the ocean from nearly every room of the house,” he added as they climbed the steps to the back entrance.

Rose sighed happily when they stepped through the sliding glass doors into the lounge/dining room. Most of the interior was done in the classic beach house shades of white and light blue, and she felt the cares of their life at home melt away in the soothing atmosphere.

The Doctor held up the bag she hadn’t noticed he carried and pointed at the stairs. “I’ll just take this up to our room, and then we can walk into town.”

Rose looked down at the jeans and hiking boots she wore. “Oh, if we’re going to explore a beach town, I’m changing first,” she declared.

She followed him up the stairs and quickly changed into a white-and-red polka dotted sundress and laced up a pair of red low-top Chucks. Then she grabbed her bag and gave the Doctor a cheeky smile. “Last one out the front door is buying the first ice creams,” she called out as she darted down the stairs.

“Oi! You are a cheater, Rose Tyler!” he hollered as he chased after her.

Outside, with victory hers, Rose clasped her hands behind her back and smiled innocently at him as he wagged his finger at her. “Cheaters never prosper,” he warned as he locked the door with his sonic screwdriver.

Rose winked at him. “Maybe not, but we do get ice cream.” She took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Come on, husband,” she said, trying out the word for the first time and loving the way it sounded. “Show me the sights.”

“This way, wife,” the Doctor said, a rumble in his voice that sent a delicious shiver down Rose’s back.

She sighed happily and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked along a street that ran parallel to the shore. The sea air was invigorating, and Rose could easily see why the Doctor had been so determined to come here today instead of staying on Iastea.

The sound of dogs barking caught her attention, and she lifted her head from his shoulder as a man rounded the corner, being led by three eager dogs. She smiled, then blinked when a detail caught her attention. Three eager dogs with no noses.

“Barcelona?” she asked, looking up at the Doctor, who was now wearing his “I’m so impressive” smile. The satisfaction coming over the bond was so strong she could almost taste it.

“Well,” he drawled, “technically this is Sevilla. Another minor difference between this universe and our own.”

Rose shook her head and laughed softly. “Is the planet mostly like you remember, other than the name?”

The Doctor nodded. “Oh, yes. About the same size as Earth, with all major climate zones. I picked a small, sub-tropical city renowned for excellent food and better weather.”

As the beach houses lining the street gave way to shops, Rose asked the question that had been in the back of her mind all week. “How’d you convince Dad to let us have two weeks off, with only a week’s notice?”

Mischief pulsed over the bond, and Rose looked up at her husband. “Doctor?”

“First, I pointed out that it was in the interest of family harmony, since you were likely to get into a major row with your mum if she kept meddling in our wedding plans. And then…” He smirked down at her. “I promised we weren’t running off to elope.”

Rose stared at him for a moment, then tipped her head back and laughed until tears were streaming down her face. “Oh, my God!” she wheezed as she tried to catch her breath. “Doctor!”

“Well, technically we didn’t,” he pointed out logically. “We aren’t legally married as far as the People’s Republic is concerned.”

Rose shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes. “And I suppose what he really wanted to know was if we were gonna come back and refuse to let Mum have her wedding.” She pushed herself up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Still. I love you.”

The Doctor hummed happily. Rose would have gone in for a proper kiss, but something tugged her attention away from him, like she’d seen something out of the corner of her eye. She turned slightly, trying to find the colour or motion that had distracted her, but there was nothing…

Then she felt it again, and she realised it wasn’t something visual. It was a ripple in time, beckoning her forwards. She focused on the feeling, and after a moment of trying, a faint trail of golden specks appeared, floating in midair and leading her on.

The Doctor frowned when Rose suddenly pulled back instead of kissing him, but then he picked up on her distraction and watched as she scanned the street with the keen eyes of a Torchwood agent. A moment later, surprise jolted through him when he felt her tap into her time sense with a dexterity that shouldn’t have been possible for someone just learning the skill.

Excitement buzzed over the bond when she found was she was looking for, and she smiled up at him as she took his hand. “Come on, Doctor!” she said as she tugged him down the street.

Despite never having been in this city before, Rose led them straight to the main shopping district, not stopping until she reached a small shop that he was certain they would have walked right by. Standing in front of the door painted a familiar shade of blue, the Doctor could feel the tug of the timelines now, too. It was no surprise to either of them when they spotted a small sign in the window, proudly declaring that the shop sold Bad Wolf Designs.

“Well,” the Doctor said as he reached for the door. “Shall we see what you left for us here?”

“Can I help you?” asked the shopkeeper, perched on a stool behind the counter.

The Doctor watched Rose study the shop, and he shook his head. “No… I’m not sure what we’re here for, but we’ll know it when we see it.”

The woman’s brow furrowed in confusion, but then she relaxed again, probably figuring that if they weren’t going to ask for help, there was no point in looking like she was ready to jump up.

The shop was narrow, with racks of clothes down both sides and one row of tables running down the centre aisle. Rose was working her way down the right side of the building, passing by the merchandise with only a cursory glance. With his hands in his pockets, the Doctor meandered over to the left side of the room, paying more attention to the way his time senses were tingling than to the clothes themselves.

Just past the counter, something caught his eye. A manic grin crossed his face when he pulled a long, brown coat off a high rack. “Rose, I found it!” he called out, spinning around to show her.

As he turned, he felt her awe and excitement spike, and he wasn’t surprised that she had her own find in her hands. When he saw the dress, its deep navy blue satin skirt covered in hundreds of beaded stars, his mouth fell open.

“Rose, it’s—”

“Your coat.”

“Your wedding dress.”

They looked at each other and laughed when they finished the sentence at the same time.

“That is stunning, Rose,” the Doctor said, reaching out to touch the delicate, almost sheer fabric of the bodice.

“Mum’s gonna have kittens ‘cause it’s not white, but I don’t care.” Rose traced the swirl of stars on the skirt. “Time and space, Doctor. That’s our life.”

The swirl of golden light in Rose’s eyes captivated the Doctor, and for the briefest moment, he allowed himself to look forward along their timeline, taking a glimpse of their future, walking together in stardust. He pulled himself away before he could see many details—life was so much more fun if it was lived day by day.

“Yeah,” he agreed, feeling breathless. “It’s our life together.”

Rose smiled, then gestured at the coat he’d almost forgotten about. “Does it fit?”

The Doctor grinned and swung the overcoat around dramatically, rocking back on his heels when the familiar weight settled on his shoulders. He stuck his hands in the pockets and made a face.

“Not bigger on the inside, but I can fix that.” He adjusted the lapels, then nodded in satisfaction. “It’s just like my coat.”

“Then I think we’re ready to go, don’t you?”

“Don’t you want to try the dress on?” the shopkeeper suggested.

The Doctor and Rose shared a smile. “No need,” he told her as he pulled out a credit stick. “I think Bad Wolf Designs made these just for us.”

“An’ besides,” Rose added, teasing him with a tongue-touched smile. “It’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress before the ceremony.”

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To Rose’s surprise, after their return home as a bonded couple, her fights with her mum over wedding details calmed down. The colour of the flowers, or the size of the reception… those things just didn’t matter to her, now that she and the Doctor were already tied together as intimately as was possible. They had hundreds of years and all of time and space at their fingertips—if they wanted to plan a wedding more to their own tastes later, nothing would stop them.

They were implacable on two points: Rose would wear the dress she’d found on Sevilla, and at least one layer of the wedding cake would be banana flavoured. Other than that, they gave Jackie free rein to plan the wedding she’d always wanted to give Rose.

And staring down the long aisle on her father’s arm, Rose had to admit that her mum had outdone herself. She clutched the elegant all-white bouquet as the music started, then took her first step onto the white runner that ran the length of the aisle.

The Doctor’s happiness glowed in her mind. You are so gorgeous, Rose, he told her as soon as he could see her.

Rose admired the sharp cut of his navy blue tux. You’re not looking too shabby either.

When Rose reached the end of the aisle and took the Doctor’s hand, his presence in her mind deepened. The bond beckoned to them both, and it was hard to focus on the wedding ceremony going on around them, instead of their own private conversation. Rose fidgeted impatiently while the minister rambled about the importance and solemnity of marriage and the lifelong commitment they were about to enter.

But then it was time. She handed her bouquet to her maid of honour and faced the Doctor, taking both of his hands in hers. He grinned and bounced on his toes, eliciting a chuckle from the minister.

Then the man cleared his throat and said, “Doctor, why have you come here on this day?”

“I came here today to take Rose Tyler to be my wife.” He ran a gentle caress over the bond, along with a whisper of an endearment. Then he continued, his next words all for her. “Rose, I promise to love, honour, and cherish you through all that life may bring—for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I promise to be faithful to you…”

He paused, and the fire in his eyes made Rose’s breath catch.

“As long as we both shall live.”

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lastbluetardis · 6 years

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Fighting Words

This is for @doctorroseprompts‘s Tentoosday event.

Tentoo x Rose, 2000 words, teen

They’d only been together again for a couple hours and yet the Doctor and Rose already had their first fight.

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“How do you not understand this, Rose?” the Doctor shouted, raking his fingers through his hair. “You were there! You saw it! My regeneration energy went into the hand. The biological metacrisis was induced when Donna touched the hand. It’s not that difficult to understand. I don’t get why you’re being so stupid.”

As soon as the words left his lips, the Doctor wished he could take them all back. Rose’s breath hitched and a tear finally dripped down her cheek. She impatiently brushed it away, and glared up at him, anger warring with the hurt.

“You’re an arsehole,” she whispered. “Guess that translated through to the metacrisis as well.”

“Rose, I didn’t mean it,” he pleaded quietly, his stomach churning. They’d been together again for all of two hours, and he’d already made her cry. “Please.”

“Anger makes the filter go away,” Rose murmured. “You meant everything you just said.”

“No, Rose, please, you don’t understand…”

“Go ahead and tell me something else I don’t understand,” Rose snapped. “I’d forgotten how much you loved to tell me what a stupid ape I am.” She shook her head and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes for a moment, before she turned away from him and strode to the door.

The Doctor’s heart sank. “No, wait, don’t go.”

“Leave me alone,” she warned. “Don’t follow me.” When she saw his outstretched hand, she flinched away. “And don’t touch me.”

A cold, hollow feeling took up residence in his stomach, and he let his arm limply drop to his side. He’d just found her again; he didn’t want to be without her a minute longer. But he’d just hurt her, something he’d promised he’d never do.

He hated himself.

The door clicked shut behind Rose, and the sound echoed in his ears. It had all been going so well, too. They’d gotten a taxi to a little sea side inn a few miles from where they’d been dropped off, and he and Rose had tucked themselves in the back seat with their arms around each other. He’d thought his life couldn’t get more perfect. But then they made it to their room—he and Rose were sharing—and she’d stepped up to him and kissed him.

And what a kiss it had been. It was even more intense than their shared kiss on the beach. It involved lips and tongues and teeth, and soon their hands had gone wandering and their bodies ground against each other just so, igniting a mutual arousal that led to a hard and fast shag in bed. He’d feared he would embarrass himself by coming too fast—and he did, but Rose did too, and they laughed into each other’s skin as they caught their breath and basked in the love and pleasure they were feeling.

She’d whispered that she loved him into his ear, and the words filled him with such indescribable joy that he needed to share that feeling with Rose, and so he’d whispered the words back to her.

Cuddling together in the afterglow, with her spooned up tightly against him, the Doctor thought that the worst was behind him, and he could finally start again with the love of his lives.

Then they got to talking.

The Doctor pressed his fingertips into his eyes as he remembered trying to explain to Rose what had happened, and he’d thought she’d been taking it well. She seemed to accept his explanation of a biological metacrisis, and he was so relieved that she didn’t think he was some sort of copy of the real Doctor.

Then he’d asked how she managed to travel through the Void to come back. She’d furrowed her brows and said, “I already told you.”

Things got a little fuzzy, then, when her face fell and she muttered something about the other Doctor, but the next thing he knew, he was raging at her for not understanding exactly when their—his and the Time Lord Doctor’s—memories split.

He cursed himself in all the languages that he knew. There was no reason for him to have gotten so upset at Rose. It wasn’t every day that one’s lover managed to split themselves into two people. Why hadn’t he just been patient, and explained to her again the finer details of what a metacrisis was? Why had he gotten so angry with her for not understanding such an alien concept?

He knew the answer, of course. He was scared. Plain and simple. He was terrified that he would say the wrong thing and that Rose would stop believing he was the real Doctor. He was so scared that she wouldn’t want him if she thought he wasn’t her Doctor.

And so of course, he’d lashed out.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Doctor.

He desperately wanted to go after Rose and beg her forgiveness. But she’d been so angry, too. He’d known exactly what to say to make her as upset as he was, but it was the lowest blow he could’ve dealt, and now Rose had walked away from him. He had no idea if or when she would come back, and the fear of the unknown threatened to drive him mad.

But barely thirty minutes later, the Doctor heard the electronic beep of the door unlocking, and he jumped to his feet with his heart in his throat. Rose had come back. It was sooner than he expected. What would she say? Was she going to tell him to go to hell, and leave him here in Norway?

Before he saw her, the scent of grease and cheese and bread wafted to his nose. His stomach gurgled and he was finally aware of how hungry he was as Rose stepped into the room carrying a big box of pizza and a box of beer.

“Can I help you with something,” he asked, stepping up to her.

She glanced over at him, and the weariness on her face twisted the Doctor’s heart.

“Can you get the door?” she asked, stepping past him.

She set the food down on the floor at the foot of the bed as the Doctor closed the door and latched the deadbolt.

“What’s all this?” he asked carefully, rocking on his heels, still standing by the door as he watched her sit down on the floor next to the pizza.

“Food,” she said bluntly. “I haven’t eaten in nearly twenty-four hours. I’m tired and I’m hungry, and I know that’s part of why we snapped at each other. So unless you have anything else you want to shout at me for, sit down at have a bite to eat.”

The Doctor mutely stepped forward as Rose opened the lid and took the biggest slice of pizza and began devouring it.

“Rose, I’m so sorry…”

“Food first,” she said through a full mouth. “Then we can talk.”

He nodded dumbly, and grabbed a piece of pizza for himself. After the first bite, his body reminded him how famished he was, and for the next ten minutes, they gorged themselves on the pizza Rose had brought.

“Want one?” she asked, cracking open a beer and taking a long pull.

He nodded, and she cracked one open for him. He sipped it. It wasn’t the best beer he’d ever had, but it was good enough and something he knew he probably wouldn’t get drunk on immediately.

“Can I talk now?” he asked quietly as he watched Rose pick at the cheese on her fourth slice. When she nodded, he said, “I am so sorry, Rose. So sorry. When our TARDIS is grown, I’m gonna come back and smack myself for everything I said.”

The smile that crossed Rose’s lips made him feel hopeful he hadn’t completely mucked everything up.

“I think that’ll cause a paradox, though,” she teased. “I distinctly remember only one arrogant twat bein’ in the room, and if you go back and change it and yell at yourself, I probably won’t leave the room and get dinner, and we’d waste away into nothing from starvation, and would die before the TARDIS is grown.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s a no, then,” he said, unable to help the wide grin that crossed his face. He sobered, though, when he remembered the heartbreak on her face. “I really am sorry, Rose.”

“For what?” she asked.

“Being an arsehole,” he said. “For getting angry with you for not understanding the details of a metacrisis. For saying such awful things to you that implies you were being daft. You know I think you’re the cleverest person in the universe. In two universes, now.”

Rose nodded. “I know. I’m sorry, too.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he told her, reaching out to clasp her hand.

Rose shrugged. “I should’ve realized how hungry and tired I was, and I should’ve refused to have that conversation with you when I knew I’d never be able to focus and absorb the information until I’d been fed. But that still doesn’t excuse you for being an arse.”

“Of course,” he said, nodding. “I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, Rose. If… if you still want?”

She smiled gently at him. “Of course I do, Doctor. Just because we had a fight doesn’t mean I’m giving up on us. I crossed dimensions to be with you again, you know.”

“You-you did?” he squeaked.

Rose giggled. “Yeah.” She moved the box of pizza and scooted closer to him. He held his breath, then released it in a rush when she tucked herself into his side and rested her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close, pressing kisses to the top of her head periodically.

“Can I try to explain the metacrisis again?” the Doctor asked.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Rose murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “I’m too tired to try to understand. The main thing is you’re still my Doctor, right?”

He nodded vehemently. “I will always be your Doctor, Rose.”

She hummed. “An’ I’ll always be your Rose.”

The Doctor sighed with relief and nuzzled his nose into her hair, just breathing her in.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” She yawned. “Want to sleep with me?”

“Oh, always,” he purred, delighting in her giggle.

“To sleep,” she stressed.

“I guess that’s acceptable, too,” he said with a sigh, and he pressed a parting kiss to her brow before he stood up.

He put the remaining two slices of pizza in the fridge along with the beer, then turned around to see Rose stripping down to her knickers. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her. She was beautiful. And oh, Gods, he’d missed her so bloody much. He wondered how long it would take for him to get used to the fact that this beautiful woman was his, forever. He hoped her never got used to it. He never wanted to become complacent with anything regarding Rose.

“Quit ogling,” Rose demanded. “Once I get a bit of sleep, you can ravish me again if you want.”

The Doctor laughed, and he walked up to the bed, shedding his suit as he went.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he answered, slipping into bed once he was in only his pants. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. He wanted to re-explore every inch of her body and recommit it all to memory. But for now, she was yawning into his ear as she pressed herself up against his side.

He opened his arm for her and she rolled closer. She nestled her cheek in the crook of his shoulder as her arm wrapped around his middle and her leg draped across one of his.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her hair.

She looked up at him with a groggy smile, and she leaned up to press her lips to his. He tasted pizza and beer and Rose in the kiss, and he hummed against her mouth as he hugged her close.

“Love you, too,” she said against his lips. “Nuh-night, Doctor.”

“Nighty night, Rose,” he replied, and with the weight of her body against his, the Doctor let out a happy sigh as he spent the first night of his new forever with Rose in his arms.

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doctor-who-hears-a-horton · 7 years

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Perfect (Ten x Rose)

Rating: general/maybe light teen?

read it on AO3 here!

Songfic based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran- Tentoo and Rose's wedding dance

Since the day he had been left in Pete’s World with Rose, he studied her, more intently than he ever had, trying to figure out every little thing that she liked, what would make her happy. He'd been finely attuned to this before, of course, but this was different. This was…. with intent.

He was so intense about it that when he proposed, Rose was hardly surprised, and had her answer at the rest.

Their wedding day, surprisingly, went off without a hitch, and they'd all come back to the Tyler Mansion for the reception. Rose looked over at the Doctor, absolutely in awe of the whole situation.

“I'm married to an alien,” she told him as they danced their first dance together.

He grinned at her. “Well spotted. Think you should investigate?”

“Might do, later.”

They both laughed and she cuddled up closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said softly against her hair. She almost raised her head but instead snuggled closer against him, enjoying the feel of his hand on her back, bare becasue of the way it was cut.

“What? For what?” Rose asked, giggling a little.

“For putting up with me. For marrying me. For falling in love with me. For seeing more in me than a broken soldier.”

“Guess I should thank you for falling in love with an estate girl, then.”

He shook his head as other couples started to join them on the dance floor. “No, Rose, you’re a princess.”

“That’s sweet.”

“No, I’m… I’m serious, you are my queen.”

“You are very cheesy today.”

“It’s the champagne.”

She giggled and cuddled up against him. “I’ll call you Prince Doctor.”

“Oh… No, don’t do that. Really, that’s horrible.”

“I’m gonna do it.”

He groaned. “Don’t.”

She giggled. “So, we’ve got some time before they serve dinner,” she said.

“If I get you out of that dress, Rose, I’ll never be able to get you back in it.”

Rose laughed openly and pulled back to look at him. “No! No, that is not what I meant. I think we should go dance by the TARDIS, in the garden, since we couldn't let her in here.”

He looked down at her with absolute love shining in his eyes and he nodded. “That’s brilliant.”

They were able to slip out unnoticed, surprisingly, and Rose threaded her arm through his as they walked into the garden, lit by fairy lights with the TARDIS sitting and humming happily at the outer edge of the rosebed (which the Doctor did not think was a coincidence).

She let go of the Doctor and kicked her shoes off before trotting over to the TARDIS and leaning her hand on the door. “Hello,” She said, “You’re almost all grown up, thought you might want to see us on our wedding day.”

The Doctor stood behind her, smiling a little at Rose talking to their ship. It was really beautiful and he thought his single heart might explode with love for her.

Rose gave the TARDIS a little hug and turned around to come back to the Doctor. “You hear the music?”

“Mm-hm,” he said, reaching for her waist. She went towards him and let him cuddle up to her in a dance that was too close for the comfort of her parents.

They danced to the music that strained in through from the ballroom inside, and Rose smiled when she heard the Doctor singing quietly into her ear. He had a good voice, which had terribly surprised her when he had sang to her the first time, but she loved it, and now that she knew he could sing, she tried to get him to sing with her whenever possible.

She curled her toes into the cool grass and swayed with him, near her mother’s flowers, the TARDIS singing happily in her head as the Doctor’s warm breath hit her ear with song of his own.

Rose had never felt so happy. This was what life was all about, she realized. The moments of love and adventure and everything that mattered. She didn’t think she would ever deserve something like this, and she knew the Doctor thought things like that as well, which made them appreciate each other all the more. He held her with a touch of a man who was absolutely positively in love, and she was helpless to it.

“You look perfect,” he whispered to her, squeezing her closer to him.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice coming out far more breathily than she meant it to.

“I mean it,” he said, pulling back to look at her in the face. “This, the way you are, the way you glowed when you came down the aisle to me. Nine hundred years of time and space and I have never seen anyone more beautiful.”

Part of her wanted to tease him, but instead she teared up and offered him a watery smile. “I love you,” she told him, instead of thanking him. “I love the way you look at me, and how you take care of me when I’m sick, and I love how you are with Tony. I love everything about you.”

“Even when I annoy you?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” she said, “Even when you annoy me. Because I love you hopelessly.”

“I should hope there’s hope,” he said, nudging his nose against hers. He kissed her softly then, one of the first kisses they’d shared since becoming man and wife, and she pushed her hand into his hair, drawing him even closer to her.

The moment seemed to last forever, the music touching her just like his hands on her. It was a chaste kiss, one that was born out of simple love, nothing more, nothing urgent, just the touch of someone who loved her completely.

She pulled back from the kiss and wrapped her arms all the way around his neck, drawing him closer.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said softly.

“Yes you do,” she said, “The universe owed you happiness.”

He laughed a little. “I’m serious,” he said, “You are the most important woman I have ever met in my life, and I don’t know how to tell you that.”

She smiled and showed him her wedding set on her left hand. “You gave me you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Doctor.”

He pressed his forehead to hers and laughed a little. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

They danced until Jackie came out to find them, but she couldn’t bear to be angry when she saw the happy glow on her daughter’s face, and the look of complete adoration on the Doctor’s.

“Oh, you lumps, come on, you have to be there for dinner.” Rose forgot her shoes on the way in, and danced the rest of the night barefoot, her happiness shining so strongly that everyone could see it.

And the Doctor? Well, he’d been glowing since the day he met her.

I don’t deserve this, you look perfect tonight.

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 6 years

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Time Lord Technology and Hidden Depths

tentoo x rose

They stood together, holding hands, the air around them humming with anticipation and possibility. Rose had a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. The Doctor held a key.

“Here we are, Rose Tyler. Are you ready?”

She squeezed his hand. “Allons-y,” she said, unable to hold back her smile.

His laugh wrapped around her like a warm hug. “Allons-y!” he repeated, grinning. Then he reached out and put the key into the keyhole of their brand new TARDIS.

It had taken just less than a year and a half to grow from the “seed” the (other) Doctor had given them before going back to his universe. Today was their maiden voyage.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Rose said, “but why does it look like this? Isn’t it supposed to...blend? You said the other one looked like a police box because the chameleon circuit was broken.” Because their new TARDIS looked almost exactly like the old one. The blue was a bit brighter, maybe, and the door handles had a slightly different shape. Other than that…

The Doctor shrugged. “Maybe she knew what we wanted.”

Rose raised her eyebrows. “She?”

He winked.

Again she squeezed his hand, and then together--even though the sign still said pull--they pushed the door open and went inside.

It felt like home.

***

They could have explored for hours, of course, but they were too anxious to be off. The Doctor pulled Rose into a tight embrace and asked, “Where are we headed, then? Your choice. All of time and space are at our fingertips once again! The Doctor and Rose in the TARDIS, as it should be.” He spun her around, laughter spilling from both of them.

“I actually have something in mind,” Rose said, a twinkle in her eye. “Do you remember when we met Captain Jack, that time in London?”

“Oh yes. ‘I’m looking for a blond,’” he said, in a horrible imitation of his previous incarnation’s accent.

She pulled a face at the weird combination of old and new and pushed on. “Can we go around that same time period? London, war-torn, lots of kids on the streets? Only Christmas Eve, please.”

“Christmas Eve and street kids? What have you got up your sleeve?” he asked with a grin.

She grinned right back at him. “It’s in my bag, actually.”

***

Rose almost cried at the sight of the Doctor’s hands dancing across the controls, at the familiar grinding/whooshing sound of the TARDIS. The trip itself took less than a minute, and then there they were, opening the doors into another time.

A dusting of grey snow covered the silent street in front of them. There were no cars, just an abandoned, broken bicycle leaning against a lamppost and a tipped over rubbish bin. The snow, still falling, was unblemished.

“Does anyone live here?” asked Rose. “It’s spooky.” They hesitated to walk out the TARDIS door and onto the empty street, but they both felt the thrill of excitement when they stepped into the past.

The Doctor’s eyes darted from side to side, up and down, taking in their surroundings. “I don’t think it’s completely abandoned. I wonder if maybe there was a recent attack, and the people haven’t come out of hiding yet? They could be down in cellars and shelters.” He pointed to a sidewalk leading to a house three down from where they stood. “Look at that one. There are old footprints, under the most recent snow. And I hear planes. Far distant, but they are out there.”

Rose shook her head. She believed him, but she couldn’t hear anything but the soft sound of falling snow.

His head whipped around. “There!” he said, pointing toward a shadowy alley up the block. “I think if we go that way just might find those kids you’re looking for. Got your supplies?”

She patted her bag. She loved him for so many reasons, but in that moment she loved him for his utter faith in her. He didn’t ask questions, just trusted that she knew what she was doing. Unexpectedly tears welled up in her eyes; she hastily scrubbed them away and followed after her Doctor, careful not to slip in the newly fallen snow. The air was cold, so cold that her breath frosted in clouds around her head and the snow squeaked under her boots. The squeak of each step was loud in the quiet night.

She caught up to the Doctor and slipped her hand into his, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of his palm against hers. “This way,” he said, his voice soft as the snow. They stepped into the alley.

Rose knew immediately that they were being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and all her senses were on high alert. She didn’t feel threatened though, not exactly. Just warned, like the the watchers were sending out a “We are here, be aware of us” message. The Doctor squeezed her hand. He felt it too, and again he was trusting her to lead.

Tucking these thoughts away to marvel over later, she said in a low, light voice, “It’s alright. We’re the good guys. English. We don’t want anything from you. I have something for you, actually.” She plunged her hands into her bag and brought out handfuls of Christmas sweets: candy canes and chocolate coins and gingerbread men and turkish delight. She also had oranges and bananas--the Doctor grinned at those--and small loaves of bread. The children, who had been crouched behind rubbish bins and stacks of boxes couldn’t stay hidden at these heaps of treasure. They peeked out from their hiding places, being careful to stay in the shadows, but they couldn’t hide the noise. There were gasps and moans of pure delight mixed with what was unmistakably hunger.

“It’s really alright. Happy Christmas,” said Rose, pushing her hands a little closer to the children in the shadows, trying to draw them out. “I’m Rose. And this is the Doctor. We just brought some Christmas treats, that’s all. Didn’t figure anyone else would.”

Slowly, slowly, a small dark haired boy, no more than six years old, stepped out from behind a mouldy box. “I’ve never tasted a candy cane before,” he said, his eyes fixed on the red and white striped candies. “I’ve seen them in shops, but never…” His voice trailed off as he stepped closer and closer, and finally reached out his hand to Rose. His bright green eyes looked into hers and said, “It’s really okay, mum?”

Rose couldn’t speak; she knew if she did the tears in her eyes would start to fall and she’d lose all control. So she just smiled and nodded and put a candy cane in the boy’s small, dirty hand. He unwrapped it with great care; then, when he couldn’t wait any longer, took a taste.

His eyes widened. “This is the best thing I ever tasted. Ever. Sally! Come taste this!” A girl with soft brown hair, perhaps his sister, clambered down from the pile of wooden crates she’d been perched on. While Sally looked at the sweets the boy said, “All of you, come on! This is good!”

Before Rose knew what had happened, she was surrounded by children; it was difficult to count because they didn’t stay still, but she guessed there were twelve or fifteen, none of them older than ten. Amazingly they didn’t grab, they waited their turn to choose from the pile of sweets. They must have been able to see that there was plenty to go around. Every time something started to run low--the candy canes were a definite favorite, followed by the oranges and the bread--Rose would reach into her bag and pull out more. Eventually the Doctor noticed. He left the little girl he’d been chatting with, and his eyebrows were puzzled when he sidled up to Rose.

“That bag,” he said, speaking right into her ear so none of the children could hear. “Where did you get it?”

She grinned up at him and winked. “The TARDIS made it for me. The old one, I mean. I asked and it--I mean, she--made it for me. Time Lord technology. Bigger on the inside. It got left on board when we were--” She faltered; it still hurt to think about how she had been trapped in Pete’s World the first time. Being separated from the Doctor had been like having half of herself amputated without anesthetic. “But when I was back on board I snatched it up again, made sure it got out the door with me. Bloody useful, this bag.”

“Why Rose Tyler,” said the Doctor, wonderment in his eyes and a smile curving his lips, “full of hidden depths, you are.” He kissed her fully, to the immediate disgust of the boys in the group. Some of the girls, too.

When all the food was passed out--the children were amazed to find that there was much more than they could possibly eat, including quite a lot of fruit--Rose exclaimed, “Oh! I nearly forgot!” She reached into her bag, her arm disappearing up to the shoulder, and rooted around for a moment before she cried out, “I’ve got it!” She pulled out a blanket. And then another, and another. The blankets were followed by wool sweaters, and socks, and scarves, and hats, and mittens. The children’s eyes grew wider and wider. They almost certainly thought they were dreaming, but what would they think when they woke up snug and warm and full the next morning? Rose would become a legend. The Doctor grinned. Quite right, he thought.

A moment later a siren echoed in the street. “What’s that?” asked Rose, clearly startled.

The children looked at her as if she was from another planet. You’re almost right, thought the Doctor, amused. A blond girl said, “It’s the all-clear siren, mum. The bombers are gone. People can go outside again.”

“That’s our cue to go then,” said the Doctor, putting his arm around Rose. The children clambered around them, jostling to get in close, to hug Rose, to whisper their thanks. She hugged every one of them, and ruffled their hair or stroked their cheeks. All too soon they were gone, the children deeper into the alley and Rose and the Doctor back onto the street they’d come from, holding hands again, walking to their TARDIS. The street was still empty but a few lights had come on in the once dark houses. The town was coming back to life.

“I know I can’t fix everything,” Rose said as they walked the last few steps on the dark, snowy street. “I just wanted to bring a little joy to some kids on Christmas.”

The Doctor pulled her through the blue doors, into the warmth of the TARDIS, the warmth of home. “You were brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly, first her cheeks, then her forehead, then her lips.

When they could breathe again, the Doctor said, “So, back home now?”

Rose, her arms still wrapped around him, buried her face in his neck. “I’m already home.”

After a beat to fix the moment in his memory he busied himself with the control panel. When the TARDIS flew into the time vortex he shouted, “Well then, allons-y!”

for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas || Day 5: Candy Canes

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