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Title:Unspoken
Fandom:Doctor Who 2005
Characters:Nine/Rose, Jack, Adam, Mickey
Prompt: 003: a place between sleep and awake; end of innocence, unending masquerade ("Sleepwalker" - Nightwish)
Word Count:936 words
Rating:R
Summary:Each night he comes to her, in the place between sleep and awake.
Author's Notes: Written for the 50lyricsfanfic challenge. Spoilers for the 2005 series up to the end of ‘Boom Town’.
My Lyric Table
Unspoken
~*~
They do not speak of it.
Each night he comes to her. Each night he comes with her.
And each morning she wakes alone.
~*~
You can barely remember how it started; after the Dalek, maybe. He crept into your room in the still of the night; perhaps simply to watch you sleep.
But you were awake. Sleepily, you held out your hand to him, and he hesitated for just a moment before shedding his jacket and climbing in beside you.
The next morning, when you woke, you were alone.
~*~
You find him in the console room. He looks up as you enter, and offers you his usual warm smile. You look for something else in his eyes, an acknowledgement of what has changed, but nothing is there that wasn’t before. You wonder what you were expecting. A wink? A twinkle? Some other possessive signal that says you now belong to him?
Adam is there too, and it’s his first trip out. The Doctor wants to impress him, and you must admit that you want to show off a bit too.
Your effort is wasted, in the end. Adam ditches you and goes off to try and download the archive for his own ends, and nearly gets you killed in the process. You do feel a bit sorry for him when the Doctor leaves him behind, but not much.
The Doctor comes to you again that evening, and he kisses the burns on your wrists. His eyes tell you he wants to lose himself in you once more, and you welcome him in. He takes his time kissing every inch of you, but once again he is gone when the day comes.
~*~
The worst day of your life begins like any other. You meet him in the console room after you’re showered and breakfasted. You’re feeling a little nervous when you tell him about your Dad, but he agrees to take you back.
You run away, the first time. Nobody should have to see that. You ask him to take you back a second time, and he looks like he wishes you hadn’t asked. But he takes you back.
You save your Dad and doom the world and bugger things up royally. He forgives you. Your Dad saves the world this time, and you watch him die again. You hold his hand as the life fades from his eyes, and then the Doctor is there to lead you home.
Tonight, you go to him. You’re not at all sure of your reception, but you’ve decided you’re the one who needs him, this time.
You needn’t have worried. He welcomes you with open arms, and kisses your eyelids as you shudder beneath him. And he holds you afterwards when you finally let the tears out.
~*~
You meet Jack Harkness in an alien spaceship tethered to Big Ben in 1941. He is very alluring in a completely different way to the Doctor, and he wastes no time communicating his interest in you.
For a little while, you even consider returning it.
Jack acts the gentleman in a way only a scoundrel could. He distracts you with dancing and champagne, and offers to sell you some space junk, real cheap. He’s the Doctor’s polar opposite-a born salesman, he gives you exactly what the Doctor doesn’t: flattery, chivalry and flirting. It’s a heady sensation, even if you know there’s nothing behind it.
The Doctor dislikes him on sight, but strangely enough, even though he’s been trying to put one over on you, you believe him when he says he’ll get you out. And he does. He nearly dies fixing his mistake, and the Doctor declares him forgiven and invites him aboard.
The Doctor dances with you in the console room of the TARDIS, and you know he’s trying to give you what he thinks you want from Jack. Or perhaps he’s staking his claim on you, finally.
Later, after showing Jack to a distant bedroom, he comes to you and you find that he can be possessive. He moves inside you, fast and just a little bit rough; and then again, deep and slow. He still doesn’t speak a word, but his eyes say ‘Mine’ and your body agrees whole-heartedly.
He creeps away again while you sleep, and you wonder how long this secret space can last.
~*~
You visit Cardiff again, and the safe predictability of Mickey. You’ve wanted to sort out where you stand with each other for a while now, but it’s always seemed so complicated.
He asks you to go to a hotel with him, and you say yes, wondering whether you’ve been betraying Mickey with the Doctor these past months, or you’re betraying the Doctor with Mickey now.
You don’t make it to the hotel, in the end. You leave him standing on the boardwalk as the world begins to shake. Later you remember him and run back, too late. Nothing is sorted.
You mope all the way to Raxacoricofallapatorious, and when you slink off to bed afterwards, the Doctor soon follows. He seems to sense that you’re not in the mood, merely laying down beside you and enfolding you in his arms.
You wake hours later as he gets up to leave, and you catch his hand sleepily. He stops and holds your gaze for a moment; kissing you gently and threading his fingers through your hair; and you realise you don’t need words. You’ve never needed them.
~*~
He never speaks, not in this secret space between waking and sleeping.
She doesn’t speak either.
If she speaks, the spell might break.
~*~
Fandom:Doctor Who 2005
Characters:Nine/Rose, Jack, Adam, Mickey
Prompt: 003: a place between sleep and awake; end of innocence, unending masquerade ("Sleepwalker" - Nightwish)
Word Count:936 words
Rating:R
Summary:Each night he comes to her, in the place between sleep and awake.
Author's Notes: Written for the 50lyricsfanfic challenge. Spoilers for the 2005 series up to the end of ‘Boom Town’.
My Lyric Table
Unspoken
~*~
They do not speak of it.
Each night he comes to her. Each night he comes with her.
And each morning she wakes alone.
~*~
You can barely remember how it started; after the Dalek, maybe. He crept into your room in the still of the night; perhaps simply to watch you sleep.
But you were awake. Sleepily, you held out your hand to him, and he hesitated for just a moment before shedding his jacket and climbing in beside you.
The next morning, when you woke, you were alone.
~*~
You find him in the console room. He looks up as you enter, and offers you his usual warm smile. You look for something else in his eyes, an acknowledgement of what has changed, but nothing is there that wasn’t before. You wonder what you were expecting. A wink? A twinkle? Some other possessive signal that says you now belong to him?
Adam is there too, and it’s his first trip out. The Doctor wants to impress him, and you must admit that you want to show off a bit too.
Your effort is wasted, in the end. Adam ditches you and goes off to try and download the archive for his own ends, and nearly gets you killed in the process. You do feel a bit sorry for him when the Doctor leaves him behind, but not much.
The Doctor comes to you again that evening, and he kisses the burns on your wrists. His eyes tell you he wants to lose himself in you once more, and you welcome him in. He takes his time kissing every inch of you, but once again he is gone when the day comes.
~*~
The worst day of your life begins like any other. You meet him in the console room after you’re showered and breakfasted. You’re feeling a little nervous when you tell him about your Dad, but he agrees to take you back.
You run away, the first time. Nobody should have to see that. You ask him to take you back a second time, and he looks like he wishes you hadn’t asked. But he takes you back.
You save your Dad and doom the world and bugger things up royally. He forgives you. Your Dad saves the world this time, and you watch him die again. You hold his hand as the life fades from his eyes, and then the Doctor is there to lead you home.
Tonight, you go to him. You’re not at all sure of your reception, but you’ve decided you’re the one who needs him, this time.
You needn’t have worried. He welcomes you with open arms, and kisses your eyelids as you shudder beneath him. And he holds you afterwards when you finally let the tears out.
~*~
You meet Jack Harkness in an alien spaceship tethered to Big Ben in 1941. He is very alluring in a completely different way to the Doctor, and he wastes no time communicating his interest in you.
For a little while, you even consider returning it.
Jack acts the gentleman in a way only a scoundrel could. He distracts you with dancing and champagne, and offers to sell you some space junk, real cheap. He’s the Doctor’s polar opposite-a born salesman, he gives you exactly what the Doctor doesn’t: flattery, chivalry and flirting. It’s a heady sensation, even if you know there’s nothing behind it.
The Doctor dislikes him on sight, but strangely enough, even though he’s been trying to put one over on you, you believe him when he says he’ll get you out. And he does. He nearly dies fixing his mistake, and the Doctor declares him forgiven and invites him aboard.
The Doctor dances with you in the console room of the TARDIS, and you know he’s trying to give you what he thinks you want from Jack. Or perhaps he’s staking his claim on you, finally.
Later, after showing Jack to a distant bedroom, he comes to you and you find that he can be possessive. He moves inside you, fast and just a little bit rough; and then again, deep and slow. He still doesn’t speak a word, but his eyes say ‘Mine’ and your body agrees whole-heartedly.
He creeps away again while you sleep, and you wonder how long this secret space can last.
~*~
You visit Cardiff again, and the safe predictability of Mickey. You’ve wanted to sort out where you stand with each other for a while now, but it’s always seemed so complicated.
He asks you to go to a hotel with him, and you say yes, wondering whether you’ve been betraying Mickey with the Doctor these past months, or you’re betraying the Doctor with Mickey now.
You don’t make it to the hotel, in the end. You leave him standing on the boardwalk as the world begins to shake. Later you remember him and run back, too late. Nothing is sorted.
You mope all the way to Raxacoricofallapatorious, and when you slink off to bed afterwards, the Doctor soon follows. He seems to sense that you’re not in the mood, merely laying down beside you and enfolding you in his arms.
You wake hours later as he gets up to leave, and you catch his hand sleepily. He stops and holds your gaze for a moment; kissing you gently and threading his fingers through your hair; and you realise you don’t need words. You’ve never needed them.
~*~
He never speaks, not in this secret space between waking and sleeping.
She doesn’t speak either.
If she speaks, the spell might break.
~*~