Split Ends - Who drabble
For: dynastessa
Title: Split Ends (of time)
Pairing/Characters: Doctor/Rose, Donna
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 677
Spoiler warnings: season 4
(All that is)
Standing in the TARDIS console room, having quite spectacularly not regenerated thank you very much, the Doctor grins at his companions. He feels guilty for the tracks of tears on Rose's face, she's gone through so much to get here - to get back to him - that he is loathe to cause her more pain. When she launches herself into his arms, he clings to her, grinning like a fool. The smell of her shampoo hits him with the force of a tonne of bricks, lavender. He's dreamed the smell so many times, since he left her standing on the beach at Bad Wolf Bay. He can't stop himself from bringing his fingers up to tangle them in her hair. And for a time, he forgets the Daleks, forgets the fear of the unknown and simply loses himself in the feel of her hair.
(All that was)
Rose opens the door of the TARDIS, cheeks flushed pink from the nippy London-in-winter air, and the Doctor is surprised to see that despite how long she's been gone, she only has one small plastic sack of purchases. When he pokes his head up from where he's been working under the console and points that out, she only grins at him and says something about only getting the best before disappearing into the corridor immediately off the console room. When she returns, hair slightly damp and wrapped in a towel, his advanced Time Lord nose detects the smell of peroxide, the faint traces of a harsh chemical dye and something well, girly and lavender. She hops up onto the jump seat and asks him where they're going next and he launches into a explanation of the complex political system of Rynoka III. She listens in rapt attention as he talks, a Time Lord in a leather jacket who wants nothing more than to run his fingers through her hair.
(All that ever could be)
The sound of female laughter is coming from the kitchen and he follows it to find Donna and Rose sitting at the table, laughing uproariously. Rose's fingers are wrapped around a large mug of tea, a wide grin on her face as Donna rants about her experience at the hair salon that afternoon. (And she's all 'how'd you let your hair get so bad, look at these split ends', the stroppy cow. As if she's ever had to run from aliens who can throw slime that hardens in seconds...) Rose laughs at Donna's imitation of the hair stylist, the sound of her laughter so blessedly familiar that he'd missed so badly.
“Oi, spaceman, you going to keep lurking in the doorway or are you going to come have some tea?” Donna asks, startling him.
Laughing, he joins them at the table. Smiling at him, Rose pours him a cup of tea - just the way he likes it. He thanks her, she blushes ever-so-slightly and Donna rolls her eyes good naturedly, calling them love-sick school kids. When Rose asks him where they're going next, he launches into the history of the planet Noomek and the fluffy, orange creatures who live there. And over the smell of tea, he can make out the smell of lavender.
(All that...)
Standing in the TARDIS console room, surrounded by his chosen family - all of them flying high on the success of the Daleks' defeat (again) - he can see all of these things. The Bad Wolf's words haunt him. All that is, all that was, all that ever could be. He knows what is: Donna is dying, though she doesn't know it yet. And Rose... Rose, to keep her safe he's going to do something he never dreamed possible, this time he's going to send her away - send her away with himself. He remembers what was: another man, one who didn't dare to act on his feelings. He can see what could be: a life with his best mate and the woman he loves.
What could be is what he wants - and the knowledge that he can't have it breaks both his hearts.
Title: Split Ends (of time)
Pairing/Characters: Doctor/Rose, Donna
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 677
Spoiler warnings: season 4
(All that is)
Standing in the TARDIS console room, having quite spectacularly not regenerated thank you very much, the Doctor grins at his companions. He feels guilty for the tracks of tears on Rose's face, she's gone through so much to get here - to get back to him - that he is loathe to cause her more pain. When she launches herself into his arms, he clings to her, grinning like a fool. The smell of her shampoo hits him with the force of a tonne of bricks, lavender. He's dreamed the smell so many times, since he left her standing on the beach at Bad Wolf Bay. He can't stop himself from bringing his fingers up to tangle them in her hair. And for a time, he forgets the Daleks, forgets the fear of the unknown and simply loses himself in the feel of her hair.
(All that was)
Rose opens the door of the TARDIS, cheeks flushed pink from the nippy London-in-winter air, and the Doctor is surprised to see that despite how long she's been gone, she only has one small plastic sack of purchases. When he pokes his head up from where he's been working under the console and points that out, she only grins at him and says something about only getting the best before disappearing into the corridor immediately off the console room. When she returns, hair slightly damp and wrapped in a towel, his advanced Time Lord nose detects the smell of peroxide, the faint traces of a harsh chemical dye and something well, girly and lavender. She hops up onto the jump seat and asks him where they're going next and he launches into a explanation of the complex political system of Rynoka III. She listens in rapt attention as he talks, a Time Lord in a leather jacket who wants nothing more than to run his fingers through her hair.
(All that ever could be)
The sound of female laughter is coming from the kitchen and he follows it to find Donna and Rose sitting at the table, laughing uproariously. Rose's fingers are wrapped around a large mug of tea, a wide grin on her face as Donna rants about her experience at the hair salon that afternoon. (And she's all 'how'd you let your hair get so bad, look at these split ends', the stroppy cow. As if she's ever had to run from aliens who can throw slime that hardens in seconds...) Rose laughs at Donna's imitation of the hair stylist, the sound of her laughter so blessedly familiar that he'd missed so badly.
“Oi, spaceman, you going to keep lurking in the doorway or are you going to come have some tea?” Donna asks, startling him.
Laughing, he joins them at the table. Smiling at him, Rose pours him a cup of tea - just the way he likes it. He thanks her, she blushes ever-so-slightly and Donna rolls her eyes good naturedly, calling them love-sick school kids. When Rose asks him where they're going next, he launches into the history of the planet Noomek and the fluffy, orange creatures who live there. And over the smell of tea, he can make out the smell of lavender.
(All that...)
Standing in the TARDIS console room, surrounded by his chosen family - all of them flying high on the success of the Daleks' defeat (again) - he can see all of these things. The Bad Wolf's words haunt him. All that is, all that was, all that ever could be. He knows what is: Donna is dying, though she doesn't know it yet. And Rose... Rose, to keep her safe he's going to do something he never dreamed possible, this time he's going to send her away - send her away with himself. He remembers what was: another man, one who didn't dare to act on his feelings. He can see what could be: a life with his best mate and the woman he loves.
What could be is what he wants - and the knowledge that he can't have it breaks both his hearts.