With Time (1/1)
Title: With Time
Prompt: mourning
Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: Series 2
Summary: It's the day after the Christmas Invasion - and the Doctor wakes up to Rose leaving him behind at her mom's flat.
A/N: IT'S SAD. Thanks to bluedragonhawk for the prompt!
With Time
It was the morning after the Christmas Invasion and the Doctor sat on the edge of Jackie's bed, looking out the window. Even after rescuing the lot, Jackie and Rose forced him to get some more rest. He didn't complain much - he wasn't about to admit that he was actually feeling tired.
The door to the bedroom was closed, but he could smell the tea brewing in the kitchen. He looked around at the yellow walls and sighed. He would have much rather been in Rose's bright pink bedroom - as if it were an extension of her.
Just then, he heard the front door of the flat slam. Ever so curious, he stood up and walked to the window, only to see Rose hurriedly walking out of the flat. His brow furrowed and in no time at all, he grabbed his new wardrobe and got dressed in a rush.
Once he walked out of the bedroom, he saw that Rose had been the one who'd made the tea. Jackie was still sound asleep on the couch. Without a whisper, the Doctor left the flat in search for his companion.
It didn't take long for him to find her - she was sitting underneath a tree in a nearby park. He stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring at her. She was looking down at her hands, snug in a grey, hooded sweatshirt and baggy jeans. He hadn't seen her look like that since he first laid eyes on her. She looked so young.
Rose wasn't smiling and it looked incredibly wrong. The Doctor couldn't resist any longer and so he began his stride over to her. The closer he got, however, the more apparent it became that she was crying. Not sobbing or in hysterics - but it was unmistakable that there were tears streaming down her face, only to be absorbed by the hem of her sleeves as she reached to clean them away.
Without another thought, the Doctor rushed over to her and held her by her shoulders, shaking her slightly. He inspected every inch he could get his eyes on.
"Rose, are you okay? What's wrong? What happened?" the panic in his voice did not escape him.
She looked up at him with eyes so wide and hurt that it caused him to stop shaking her. Still, he kept his hands on her shoulders, trying his best not to hold on too tight. He saw a history of pain and innocence in those eyes which should have been a contradiction, but because it was Rose, it was possible. She looked at him as if he were a ghost.
"Doctor, I -" she couldn't finish her thought before her face crumpled again in tears.
"Rose, Rose what is it?" his voice was a whisper and he had to fight not to hold her close. They were still new as much as they were old. She needed time.
She sniffled and reached up to blot the tears, but the Doctor moved quickly and wiped them away with his thumbs. Rose smiled at him the best that she could, but he could see that the tears were merely being kept at bay.
"You can tell me," he whispered.
The words seemed to break the resolve in her as she almost leapt forwards, her arms going around him, her face hiding in his neck. The Doctor sat still for a moment, before reflex took over and he wrapped his arms around her. He let his face drown in her hair. She smelled like biscuits and tea, like jasmine and something that was simply Rose.
"I just miss him so much," he heard her whisper. He stilled at the confession, but only hugged her tighter.
The Doctor was no stranger to grief. She would miss her Doctor, but he'd be there her after she emerged from her pain to remind her that he had never left.
Prompt: mourning
Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: Series 2
Summary: It's the day after the Christmas Invasion - and the Doctor wakes up to Rose leaving him behind at her mom's flat.
A/N: IT'S SAD. Thanks to bluedragonhawk for the prompt!
With Time
It was the morning after the Christmas Invasion and the Doctor sat on the edge of Jackie's bed, looking out the window. Even after rescuing the lot, Jackie and Rose forced him to get some more rest. He didn't complain much - he wasn't about to admit that he was actually feeling tired.
The door to the bedroom was closed, but he could smell the tea brewing in the kitchen. He looked around at the yellow walls and sighed. He would have much rather been in Rose's bright pink bedroom - as if it were an extension of her.
Just then, he heard the front door of the flat slam. Ever so curious, he stood up and walked to the window, only to see Rose hurriedly walking out of the flat. His brow furrowed and in no time at all, he grabbed his new wardrobe and got dressed in a rush.
Once he walked out of the bedroom, he saw that Rose had been the one who'd made the tea. Jackie was still sound asleep on the couch. Without a whisper, the Doctor left the flat in search for his companion.
It didn't take long for him to find her - she was sitting underneath a tree in a nearby park. He stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring at her. She was looking down at her hands, snug in a grey, hooded sweatshirt and baggy jeans. He hadn't seen her look like that since he first laid eyes on her. She looked so young.
Rose wasn't smiling and it looked incredibly wrong. The Doctor couldn't resist any longer and so he began his stride over to her. The closer he got, however, the more apparent it became that she was crying. Not sobbing or in hysterics - but it was unmistakable that there were tears streaming down her face, only to be absorbed by the hem of her sleeves as she reached to clean them away.
Without another thought, the Doctor rushed over to her and held her by her shoulders, shaking her slightly. He inspected every inch he could get his eyes on.
"Rose, are you okay? What's wrong? What happened?" the panic in his voice did not escape him.
She looked up at him with eyes so wide and hurt that it caused him to stop shaking her. Still, he kept his hands on her shoulders, trying his best not to hold on too tight. He saw a history of pain and innocence in those eyes which should have been a contradiction, but because it was Rose, it was possible. She looked at him as if he were a ghost.
"Doctor, I -" she couldn't finish her thought before her face crumpled again in tears.
"Rose, Rose what is it?" his voice was a whisper and he had to fight not to hold her close. They were still new as much as they were old. She needed time.
She sniffled and reached up to blot the tears, but the Doctor moved quickly and wiped them away with his thumbs. Rose smiled at him the best that she could, but he could see that the tears were merely being kept at bay.
"You can tell me," he whispered.
The words seemed to break the resolve in her as she almost leapt forwards, her arms going around him, her face hiding in his neck. The Doctor sat still for a moment, before reflex took over and he wrapped his arms around her. He let his face drown in her hair. She smelled like biscuits and tea, like jasmine and something that was simply Rose.
"I just miss him so much," he heard her whisper. He stilled at the confession, but only hugged her tighter.
The Doctor was no stranger to grief. She would miss her Doctor, but he'd be there her after she emerged from her pain to remind her that he had never left.