Christmas Thoughts 2012: The Meaning of Quiet (6/8)
Title: The Meaning of Quiet (6/8)
Prompt: Jack
Characters: Rose/Nine, Jack
Rating: Everyone
Synopsis: Jack gives Rose a little insight.
A/N: Oh, I miss Jack so much. I missed him so much that I made him a prompt. lol
(1) Questionable Holiday Traditions
(2) Remember
(3) More Than the Moon and the Stars
(4) Twinkle
(5) The First Time
The Meaning of Quiet
Rose sat at her mum's kitchen table, her fingers twirling a string of red ribbon. It was quiet and she was staring absentmindedly at the Doctor, who was currently seated near the Christmas tree, reading a book.
She watched him turn page after page, knowing he was forcing himself to read semi-slowly in order to really enjoy the story. He had swung his jacket on the back of his chair and there was something about only seeing him in a jumper that made Rose's cheeks blush. The jumper fit him nicely, showing the contours of his lean muscles. She knew the best thing to do was look away before he noticed her, but it was rare to see him so quiet, calm and in one place.
It had taken quite a bit of time to convince the Doctor that they should spend Christmas at her mum's. He protested more than the usual, but had seemed rather at home once they arrived. He had dinner, was smiling and pleasant and had retreated to the living room instead of heading back to the Tardis. It also didn't seem like he was going anywhere.
Why put up such a fight, only to enjoy it?
"Think he knows?"
Jack's voice made her jump, even though it had only been a whisper in her ear. She looked at him with an irritated look on her face. Smiling, oblivious to her annoyance, he sat down at the chair nearest her - with a great view of the Doctor.
"Knows what?" she asked quietly. Rose wouldn't look at him and continued to twirl the ribbon between her fingers.
He placed his hand over hers, stilling the twirling. It made Rose look at him, the intended effect. Jack smiled sweetly and sympathetically at her; it surprised her.
"That you love him."
Rose's eyes widened in shock and she quickly looked over at the Doctor. She was happy to see him still immersed in his book.
"Will you shut up? Super Time Lord hearing, remember?" she said between clenched teeth.
Jack's brilliant smile shined even brighter, "So, you do then. Why, Rose Tyler, I gotta say - I'm a bit hurt." He turned to look at the Doctor and added, "But I understand."
Rose didn't know what to say, so she returned to twirling and refused to look up again.
"Rose," Jack ran his fingers through her hair, a pleasant sensation ran through her body, "just because he doesn't say it, doesn't mean he doesn't feel it."
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the Doctor's voice was loud and awfully near to her ear.
"Jack, what do you think you're doing?" His voice was hard and he was giving Jack quite a look. Rose simply stared at the icy-hot fire burning in his eyes.
Jack immediately released Rose's locks and placed both hands up in surrender. There was a large and knowing smirk on his face.
"Think I'll go ask Jackie if she needs any help wrapping the gifts," he said, the grin still there.
The Doctor gave him an aggravated look then turned to Rose. They locked eyes, and the look in his softened. It made Rose's insides melt a bit. He offered her a nervous and equally unnerving smile. Then, quietly, he turned on his heel and proceeded to his previous activity of reading by the tree.
Rose stared after him, incredulous to what had just happened. After a moment, she looked back at Jack who was now standing, ready to go talk to her mum. Before he left, however, he leaned down to whisper in Rose's ear.
"I told you. Merry Christmas, Rose."
He planted a quick and chaste kiss atop her head and walked down the hall, looking for Jackie.
Prompt: Jack
Characters: Rose/Nine, Jack
Rating: Everyone
Synopsis: Jack gives Rose a little insight.
A/N: Oh, I miss Jack so much. I missed him so much that I made him a prompt. lol
(1) Questionable Holiday Traditions
(2) Remember
(3) More Than the Moon and the Stars
(4) Twinkle
(5) The First Time
The Meaning of Quiet
Rose sat at her mum's kitchen table, her fingers twirling a string of red ribbon. It was quiet and she was staring absentmindedly at the Doctor, who was currently seated near the Christmas tree, reading a book.
She watched him turn page after page, knowing he was forcing himself to read semi-slowly in order to really enjoy the story. He had swung his jacket on the back of his chair and there was something about only seeing him in a jumper that made Rose's cheeks blush. The jumper fit him nicely, showing the contours of his lean muscles. She knew the best thing to do was look away before he noticed her, but it was rare to see him so quiet, calm and in one place.
It had taken quite a bit of time to convince the Doctor that they should spend Christmas at her mum's. He protested more than the usual, but had seemed rather at home once they arrived. He had dinner, was smiling and pleasant and had retreated to the living room instead of heading back to the Tardis. It also didn't seem like he was going anywhere.
Why put up such a fight, only to enjoy it?
"Think he knows?"
Jack's voice made her jump, even though it had only been a whisper in her ear. She looked at him with an irritated look on her face. Smiling, oblivious to her annoyance, he sat down at the chair nearest her - with a great view of the Doctor.
"Knows what?" she asked quietly. Rose wouldn't look at him and continued to twirl the ribbon between her fingers.
He placed his hand over hers, stilling the twirling. It made Rose look at him, the intended effect. Jack smiled sweetly and sympathetically at her; it surprised her.
"That you love him."
Rose's eyes widened in shock and she quickly looked over at the Doctor. She was happy to see him still immersed in his book.
"Will you shut up? Super Time Lord hearing, remember?" she said between clenched teeth.
Jack's brilliant smile shined even brighter, "So, you do then. Why, Rose Tyler, I gotta say - I'm a bit hurt." He turned to look at the Doctor and added, "But I understand."
Rose didn't know what to say, so she returned to twirling and refused to look up again.
"Rose," Jack ran his fingers through her hair, a pleasant sensation ran through her body, "just because he doesn't say it, doesn't mean he doesn't feel it."
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the Doctor's voice was loud and awfully near to her ear.
"Jack, what do you think you're doing?" His voice was hard and he was giving Jack quite a look. Rose simply stared at the icy-hot fire burning in his eyes.
Jack immediately released Rose's locks and placed both hands up in surrender. There was a large and knowing smirk on his face.
"Think I'll go ask Jackie if she needs any help wrapping the gifts," he said, the grin still there.
The Doctor gave him an aggravated look then turned to Rose. They locked eyes, and the look in his softened. It made Rose's insides melt a bit. He offered her a nervous and equally unnerving smile. Then, quietly, he turned on his heel and proceeded to his previous activity of reading by the tree.
Rose stared after him, incredulous to what had just happened. After a moment, she looked back at Jack who was now standing, ready to go talk to her mum. Before he left, however, he leaned down to whisper in Rose's ear.
"I told you. Merry Christmas, Rose."
He planted a quick and chaste kiss atop her head and walked down the hall, looking for Jackie.