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TITLE: Evolving
AUTHOR: Geordie Chick
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Ninth Doctor, Rose
SPOILERS: Season One
SUMMARY: ' if I had been born, hundreds of years in the future then my boyfriend might have been another species?'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them.
This was originally posted on ff.net months ago. I've edited it heavily and posted here as I love the discussion on this site. It's a Nine thing and set after The Doctor Dances.
Do you remember that scene in Doctor Dances where the Doctor tells Rose about Jack being flexible. He mentioned that humans break out and hints that humans start to 'dance' with aliens? It got me thinking that if the Doctor has a time machine, is a Time Lord, an alien and Rose is a human then is all that criteria met? That seemed like a hint about the size of a ton of bricks, along with the dancing.
The Tardis hummed, as if it instinctively knew that peace was a requirement and this was the best she could offer. A gentle, familiar lullaby of her sound. Soothed by her efforts, Jack slept, dreaming of the Doctor hanging from a barrage balloon.
Rose wasn't so easy to pacify. Restless she had tried to sleep and now sat on the lone chair in the control room. This trip, like others, raised many unanswered questions. Puzzles that the Doctor could usually answer, but when these problems focussed on him, who could she ask?
The alien in question stood against the controls, unusually, his back was turned against them, biting on his thumb, deep in thought. Whether he was aware of her presence wasn't obvious. He seemed to be gazing at nothing and Rose sat pensively. She knew the questions and had tried to find the answers herself as she had watched the Doctor impress Jack with the Tardis. Now, left alone in the Time Lord's presence, her mind was a blank. As he stood, seemingly at peace, she didn't want to break the silence.
She jumped as he moved, a hand raised and a click of the fingers. Music poured from the Tardis.
'Dance?' He held out a hand to her.
Rose looked down at her slippers, 'Yeah, right.'
'I'm not thinking of swinging you from the ceiling.... assuming that there is one.' He peered up into the darkness above and then flashed a grin. Disarmed and grateful to be acknowledge, Rose took his hand and found herself pulled close as he moved them around the controls. She wondered what he did have in mind.
'Odd trip wasn't it?' Rose found her voice eventually, still confused by this new discovered talent of his. 'I mean... gas masks and all that.'
'Was it?' The Doctor hummed mindlessly to the music and turned her as they reached the ramp.
'Lots to take in. You, me. Dancing. Jack'
'Ah yes, Jack.' The Doctor tightened his grip on her hand. Rose winced and he let go. 'Sorry.'
'At least you're not treading on my feet anymore.' She pushed her nerves aside and took the chance to place her hand on his shoulder instead. He looked momentarily alarmed but rested his palm on her waist, a grin hiding any confusion that he might have felt. Rose wished that she could crack a look like that instead of blushing.
'He's not good for you.' The Doctor warned.
'And you have decided that for me?' Rose teased. She was all too aware that Jack wasn't good for her. His interesting and flexible approach had confused her more than the Doctor's flirting had ever done. 'Are you good for me?'
He came to an abrupt halt, causing her to bump into him. His face was a picture of confusion and no grin could hide his shock.
Rose took pity on him and changed the subject, part of her not wanting to know the answer, uncertain if it was now her that was the spare part in the Tardis after Jack's arrival. 'I've learnt a lot today. Sonic guns, nanogenes... but I didn't understand something.'
'What was that?' He looked hesitant.
'You said about how humans develop. Do we change how we look? Evolve?'
The Doctor looked visibly relieved, back onto the safe subject of science, life, the Universe and everything. 'You mean, do you go all blue and grow tenticles?'
She smacked his arm. 'No!' and then looked alarmed. 'Do we?'
'Some races have evolved like that but you need the basic genetics to do that. Apes became humans so the genetic pattern was already there.' He cleared his throat. 'What I meant was that you are still the same, in Jack's lifetime anyway. You just break out to other planets and.... err... dance a bit differently.'
'So if I had been born, hundreds of years in the future then my boyfriend might have been another species?'
'Uhmm. Yeah.' He smiled at her new found knowledge but let go of her and returned to the Tardis as the music finished. Making light of the question he teased her. 'How do you know that Rickey isn't?'
Rose ignored him. 'So I could have been going out with you? For example?'
'The changes of us meeting in history again are pretty slim.' He was gentle in his explanation.
'But if you landed in, I dunno, pick a year?' Rose floundered on the time line.
The Doctor sighed, '5120.'
'And some human woman...' She paused at the glare he gave her but pushed on anyway, '...or man then, propositioned you then you've said yes.'
The Doctor looked alarmed, 'Let's get one thing straight. Woman ok.' Then he studied the sonic screwdriver with obvious embarrassment. 'I am not flexible. And theoretically, yes.'
'Why?'
‘Compatibility. I’m half human so I’m genetically predispositioned to fancy women, who are also human or humanoid.’ He cleared his throat. 'Like you, I don't fancy the Face of Boe.'
'Do you fancy me?' She watched in amusement as he blushed and looked her up and down. ‘You’d make a hilarious human biology teacher, I’d get you to say sex as many times as possible just to see you blush.’
'And I'd make you stand at the front of the class and make you draw the male reproductive system' He grinned in triumph, the embarrassment faded.
Rose grinned and shrugged, 'How have humans evolved then, in the future?'
'You saw Cassandra.' He saw her shiver at the memory of the last human.
'Yeah, but that's much further in the future. Humans look like me for sometime surely?'
'Yes they do. Isn't that nice?' He grinned.
'So...' Rose thought hard, 'How far into the future would you have to do to find a human to sleep with an alien? When do we start
breaking out?'
The Doctor groaned, 'That's like asking how long is a piece of string.'
'But there must be some sort of time. I mean you can't land in 2005 and say, hello I'm an alien let's shag. Maybe in Brighton but not round my estate. So when do we start sleeping around?'
The Doctor looked indignant, 'I've had a few odd wolf whistles on your estate.' He registered Rose's impatience, '2050.'
'The year twenty fifty!' Rose spluttered. 'I'd only be...errr.' She tried to calculate. The Doctor waited. 'Sixty five.'
'A positive spring chicken. You've got years left.'
Rose grinned, 'I'd get me an alien toy boy.'
'You'd have a job. They'd mostly be around my age.'
'Then a woman just forty years younger than me could proposition you and might look like me?'
The Doctor shrugged and resumed his interest with the screwdriver. 'Maybe. I might not say yes and look for you instead, holed up in some penthouse retirement apartment.'
'Glad you think I'd suit the lifestyle.' Rose gently took the screwdriver from his hand and placed it down on the controls and took his hands. 'I'm not scared of you. When you asked if it was ok about you being an alien, I said yes. It still is.'
'I don't want you to ever be scared of me.' He spoke gently. With respect.
'Then if I'm not bothered about you being an alien, humans start to sleep around in my lifetime, we fancy each other and I want to be with you and you want to be with me, what's stopped us?'
The Doctor gazed at the energetic, brave and clever woman before him and realised just how amazing she was. 'I have no idea.'
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AUTHOR: Geordie Chick
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Ninth Doctor, Rose
SPOILERS: Season One
SUMMARY: ' if I had been born, hundreds of years in the future then my boyfriend might have been another species?'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them.
This was originally posted on ff.net months ago. I've edited it heavily and posted here as I love the discussion on this site. It's a Nine thing and set after The Doctor Dances.
Do you remember that scene in Doctor Dances where the Doctor tells Rose about Jack being flexible. He mentioned that humans break out and hints that humans start to 'dance' with aliens? It got me thinking that if the Doctor has a time machine, is a Time Lord, an alien and Rose is a human then is all that criteria met? That seemed like a hint about the size of a ton of bricks, along with the dancing.
The Tardis hummed, as if it instinctively knew that peace was a requirement and this was the best she could offer. A gentle, familiar lullaby of her sound. Soothed by her efforts, Jack slept, dreaming of the Doctor hanging from a barrage balloon.
Rose wasn't so easy to pacify. Restless she had tried to sleep and now sat on the lone chair in the control room. This trip, like others, raised many unanswered questions. Puzzles that the Doctor could usually answer, but when these problems focussed on him, who could she ask?
The alien in question stood against the controls, unusually, his back was turned against them, biting on his thumb, deep in thought. Whether he was aware of her presence wasn't obvious. He seemed to be gazing at nothing and Rose sat pensively. She knew the questions and had tried to find the answers herself as she had watched the Doctor impress Jack with the Tardis. Now, left alone in the Time Lord's presence, her mind was a blank. As he stood, seemingly at peace, she didn't want to break the silence.
She jumped as he moved, a hand raised and a click of the fingers. Music poured from the Tardis.
'Dance?' He held out a hand to her.
Rose looked down at her slippers, 'Yeah, right.'
'I'm not thinking of swinging you from the ceiling.... assuming that there is one.' He peered up into the darkness above and then flashed a grin. Disarmed and grateful to be acknowledge, Rose took his hand and found herself pulled close as he moved them around the controls. She wondered what he did have in mind.
'Odd trip wasn't it?' Rose found her voice eventually, still confused by this new discovered talent of his. 'I mean... gas masks and all that.'
'Was it?' The Doctor hummed mindlessly to the music and turned her as they reached the ramp.
'Lots to take in. You, me. Dancing. Jack'
'Ah yes, Jack.' The Doctor tightened his grip on her hand. Rose winced and he let go. 'Sorry.'
'At least you're not treading on my feet anymore.' She pushed her nerves aside and took the chance to place her hand on his shoulder instead. He looked momentarily alarmed but rested his palm on her waist, a grin hiding any confusion that he might have felt. Rose wished that she could crack a look like that instead of blushing.
'He's not good for you.' The Doctor warned.
'And you have decided that for me?' Rose teased. She was all too aware that Jack wasn't good for her. His interesting and flexible approach had confused her more than the Doctor's flirting had ever done. 'Are you good for me?'
He came to an abrupt halt, causing her to bump into him. His face was a picture of confusion and no grin could hide his shock.
Rose took pity on him and changed the subject, part of her not wanting to know the answer, uncertain if it was now her that was the spare part in the Tardis after Jack's arrival. 'I've learnt a lot today. Sonic guns, nanogenes... but I didn't understand something.'
'What was that?' He looked hesitant.
'You said about how humans develop. Do we change how we look? Evolve?'
The Doctor looked visibly relieved, back onto the safe subject of science, life, the Universe and everything. 'You mean, do you go all blue and grow tenticles?'
She smacked his arm. 'No!' and then looked alarmed. 'Do we?'
'Some races have evolved like that but you need the basic genetics to do that. Apes became humans so the genetic pattern was already there.' He cleared his throat. 'What I meant was that you are still the same, in Jack's lifetime anyway. You just break out to other planets and.... err... dance a bit differently.'
'So if I had been born, hundreds of years in the future then my boyfriend might have been another species?'
'Uhmm. Yeah.' He smiled at her new found knowledge but let go of her and returned to the Tardis as the music finished. Making light of the question he teased her. 'How do you know that Rickey isn't?'
Rose ignored him. 'So I could have been going out with you? For example?'
'The changes of us meeting in history again are pretty slim.' He was gentle in his explanation.
'But if you landed in, I dunno, pick a year?' Rose floundered on the time line.
The Doctor sighed, '5120.'
'And some human woman...' She paused at the glare he gave her but pushed on anyway, '...or man then, propositioned you then you've said yes.'
The Doctor looked alarmed, 'Let's get one thing straight. Woman ok.' Then he studied the sonic screwdriver with obvious embarrassment. 'I am not flexible. And theoretically, yes.'
'Why?'
‘Compatibility. I’m half human so I’m genetically predispositioned to fancy women, who are also human or humanoid.’ He cleared his throat. 'Like you, I don't fancy the Face of Boe.'
'Do you fancy me?' She watched in amusement as he blushed and looked her up and down. ‘You’d make a hilarious human biology teacher, I’d get you to say sex as many times as possible just to see you blush.’
'And I'd make you stand at the front of the class and make you draw the male reproductive system' He grinned in triumph, the embarrassment faded.
Rose grinned and shrugged, 'How have humans evolved then, in the future?'
'You saw Cassandra.' He saw her shiver at the memory of the last human.
'Yeah, but that's much further in the future. Humans look like me for sometime surely?'
'Yes they do. Isn't that nice?' He grinned.
'So...' Rose thought hard, 'How far into the future would you have to do to find a human to sleep with an alien? When do we start
breaking out?'
The Doctor groaned, 'That's like asking how long is a piece of string.'
'But there must be some sort of time. I mean you can't land in 2005 and say, hello I'm an alien let's shag. Maybe in Brighton but not round my estate. So when do we start sleeping around?'
The Doctor looked indignant, 'I've had a few odd wolf whistles on your estate.' He registered Rose's impatience, '2050.'
'The year twenty fifty!' Rose spluttered. 'I'd only be...errr.' She tried to calculate. The Doctor waited. 'Sixty five.'
'A positive spring chicken. You've got years left.'
Rose grinned, 'I'd get me an alien toy boy.'
'You'd have a job. They'd mostly be around my age.'
'Then a woman just forty years younger than me could proposition you and might look like me?'
The Doctor shrugged and resumed his interest with the screwdriver. 'Maybe. I might not say yes and look for you instead, holed up in some penthouse retirement apartment.'
'Glad you think I'd suit the lifestyle.' Rose gently took the screwdriver from his hand and placed it down on the controls and took his hands. 'I'm not scared of you. When you asked if it was ok about you being an alien, I said yes. It still is.'
'I don't want you to ever be scared of me.' He spoke gently. With respect.
'Then if I'm not bothered about you being an alien, humans start to sleep around in my lifetime, we fancy each other and I want to be with you and you want to be with me, what's stopped us?'
The Doctor gazed at the energetic, brave and clever woman before him and realised just how amazing she was. 'I have no idea.'
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