The Devil is in the Detail
TITLE: The Devil is in the detail
AUTHOR: Geordie Chick
RATING: PG might be a bit T. The Doctor is naked, just as we'd like him!
CHARACTERS: Ninth Doctor, Rose
SPOILERS: Season One
SUMMARY: 'There is no better way of dying then holding the woman you love' Sequel to Evolving, Rose has questioned the Doctor on his comment that humans start to break out and sleep with aliens. The Doctor contemplates the events.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, if did it would be late night Doctor Who.
Sequel to Evolving which you can find on the link below - sorry I have no idea how to do these links properly - help!
lj://http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/1331271.html#cutid1
Something has woken him. His mind. He is certain of that. It's been racing like a runaway train and now, untangling himself from the bedclothes, he tries to gain control over it.
He stands up, naked, as he has always slept this way and flexes his arms, left then right, followed by his legs in the same order. Stretched to his full height he feels strong and powerful. Is he dreaming or awake? He pauses as his eyes adjust to the dim light and feels the tepid air of the Tardis kiss his limbs. Yes, he is awake and sadly far gone from the blissful peace of sleep to return to bed.
He moves to the corridor and takes measures paces. The lights that form the soul of the Tardis, illuminate as he walks to the hub of his ship, following him like heartbeats. Leaning his weight on his hands he looks up to the into the dizzy heights of the ceiling. A check on the monitors reveals that Jack is deep in sleep. Of what he dreams the Doctor doesn't know. He hopes it's not about him or Rose, he'd be sadly disappointed by the developments tonight.
Jack. The Doctor ponders this strange, brash American. He frowns. Jack is no meek, pushover like Mickey. More than Adam's lilly livered school boy. Jack knows plenty about time travel and enough to impress Rose. Enough to tempt Rose to his bed, the Doctor had no doubt about that. Until now.
Compared to this 'Captain', the Doctor felt like he had the charm of the North Circular on a cold, wet London Monday morning when Jack strode into the basement with Rose. Her comments had merely added insult to injury. When she asked him to dance, he was under no illusion about what she implied and for one short heartbeat he doubted his ability. Then he was certain he saw the challenge in her eyes. Stuck in a basement with no means of escape why not rise to the competition? Maybe he could win? It wasn't as if Jack was coming back to save them.
There is no better way of dying then holding the woman you love. At the time he rather hoped it would lead to a more intimate gesture. He was glad to register the disappointment on her face as Jack’s voice interrupted the moment and become aware of her reluctance to let him go. On reflection Jack probably saved the day again. A hospital packed full of the living dead was hardly the best place to have your first serious romantic encounter when there were so many more appropriate places in the Universe.
The Doctor stops thinking for a moment, some thoughts were best left alone. She came back to him, he reassures himself and anyway, he got the perfect happy ending. Outed the con man, saved the sick and got the girl. Yep, got the girl, the Doctor gives himself a mental pat on the back. That, he is certain, is no small success.
He gazes at the screen that shows him Rose's heartbeat.
Thank God one of them was brave enough to ask the questions. Left to him, they'd be paddling along for ages when all the while it was possible to swim free.
He remembers standing right here in the same spot on her first journey. Pressing the controls, thrusting the pump like a intimate toy. The Master of her destiny and reveling in the look of awe on her face. He hoped she was impressed.
He had given her that arm in Hendricks just so he could find her again. He would have found her eventually however long it took but the plastic made it much easier. The press of her body against his as he wrestled the arm from her, rolling onto the floor. The touch of her hand. He'd watched her go to Clive's house and felt the thrill of the chase.
And then the shock as she saved his life.
That he wasn't expecting. It was only going to be a brief fling. Any hidden agenda he might of considered was blown out of the water and he'd been in awe of her ever since. He'd been so busy trying to impress her since she came on board, he didn't realise that it had worked.
In truth the Devil was in the detail he mused. The small print. The bits of a relationship that you sometimes forgot to work on and were so insignificant on a daily basis but built the structure of their lives together. For too long he had blamed it on lack of experience and not ‘doing domestic.’ Shied away from any feelings of love he had for her, until his worst enemy had seen it in him. In truth, his feelings for Rose hit him like a cannon ball many moons ago and he didn’t know how significant she was until he had nearly lost her. Offered a reprieve by an unknown force greater than himself, he had to act when she asked what had stopped them.
He feels his eyelids droop and his body shivers with cold. It doesn't do to wander around your ship completely bare arsed he thinks. He remembers a particularly painful burn gained from a grumpy Tardis in a place he'd rather never get one again. Not wise, or impressive, in the first flush of romance. He turns, bidding a silent goodnight to his friend and leaves.
He slips back into the room and sees her, curled with her back to the dent he has left. She is wrapped up and looks small, vulnerable in the expanse. He is torn. He wants to wake her to tell her how happy he feels before the worries of the hours before, and those to come fill his mind. But as she breathes, the motions of comatose sleep, he discards the thought and slips into the sheets next to her. Her body moves, her breathing pattern alters and she turns, draping her form around him. The heat from her body spreads through him, arousing him. Her breath resumes its steady pace and he holds her tight, he can wait until later. There is all the time in the world he thinks as he falls into deep sleep.
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Most certainly, the end! Thank you for reading.
AUTHOR: Geordie Chick
RATING: PG might be a bit T. The Doctor is naked, just as we'd like him!
CHARACTERS: Ninth Doctor, Rose
SPOILERS: Season One
SUMMARY: 'There is no better way of dying then holding the woman you love' Sequel to Evolving, Rose has questioned the Doctor on his comment that humans start to break out and sleep with aliens. The Doctor contemplates the events.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, if did it would be late night Doctor Who.
Sequel to Evolving which you can find on the link below - sorry I have no idea how to do these links properly - help!
lj://http://community.livejournal.com/time_and_chips/1331271.html#cutid1
Something has woken him. His mind. He is certain of that. It's been racing like a runaway train and now, untangling himself from the bedclothes, he tries to gain control over it.
He stands up, naked, as he has always slept this way and flexes his arms, left then right, followed by his legs in the same order. Stretched to his full height he feels strong and powerful. Is he dreaming or awake? He pauses as his eyes adjust to the dim light and feels the tepid air of the Tardis kiss his limbs. Yes, he is awake and sadly far gone from the blissful peace of sleep to return to bed.
He moves to the corridor and takes measures paces. The lights that form the soul of the Tardis, illuminate as he walks to the hub of his ship, following him like heartbeats. Leaning his weight on his hands he looks up to the into the dizzy heights of the ceiling. A check on the monitors reveals that Jack is deep in sleep. Of what he dreams the Doctor doesn't know. He hopes it's not about him or Rose, he'd be sadly disappointed by the developments tonight.
Jack. The Doctor ponders this strange, brash American. He frowns. Jack is no meek, pushover like Mickey. More than Adam's lilly livered school boy. Jack knows plenty about time travel and enough to impress Rose. Enough to tempt Rose to his bed, the Doctor had no doubt about that. Until now.
Compared to this 'Captain', the Doctor felt like he had the charm of the North Circular on a cold, wet London Monday morning when Jack strode into the basement with Rose. Her comments had merely added insult to injury. When she asked him to dance, he was under no illusion about what she implied and for one short heartbeat he doubted his ability. Then he was certain he saw the challenge in her eyes. Stuck in a basement with no means of escape why not rise to the competition? Maybe he could win? It wasn't as if Jack was coming back to save them.
There is no better way of dying then holding the woman you love. At the time he rather hoped it would lead to a more intimate gesture. He was glad to register the disappointment on her face as Jack’s voice interrupted the moment and become aware of her reluctance to let him go. On reflection Jack probably saved the day again. A hospital packed full of the living dead was hardly the best place to have your first serious romantic encounter when there were so many more appropriate places in the Universe.
The Doctor stops thinking for a moment, some thoughts were best left alone. She came back to him, he reassures himself and anyway, he got the perfect happy ending. Outed the con man, saved the sick and got the girl. Yep, got the girl, the Doctor gives himself a mental pat on the back. That, he is certain, is no small success.
He gazes at the screen that shows him Rose's heartbeat.
Thank God one of them was brave enough to ask the questions. Left to him, they'd be paddling along for ages when all the while it was possible to swim free.
He remembers standing right here in the same spot on her first journey. Pressing the controls, thrusting the pump like a intimate toy. The Master of her destiny and reveling in the look of awe on her face. He hoped she was impressed.
He had given her that arm in Hendricks just so he could find her again. He would have found her eventually however long it took but the plastic made it much easier. The press of her body against his as he wrestled the arm from her, rolling onto the floor. The touch of her hand. He'd watched her go to Clive's house and felt the thrill of the chase.
And then the shock as she saved his life.
That he wasn't expecting. It was only going to be a brief fling. Any hidden agenda he might of considered was blown out of the water and he'd been in awe of her ever since. He'd been so busy trying to impress her since she came on board, he didn't realise that it had worked.
In truth the Devil was in the detail he mused. The small print. The bits of a relationship that you sometimes forgot to work on and were so insignificant on a daily basis but built the structure of their lives together. For too long he had blamed it on lack of experience and not ‘doing domestic.’ Shied away from any feelings of love he had for her, until his worst enemy had seen it in him. In truth, his feelings for Rose hit him like a cannon ball many moons ago and he didn’t know how significant she was until he had nearly lost her. Offered a reprieve by an unknown force greater than himself, he had to act when she asked what had stopped them.
He feels his eyelids droop and his body shivers with cold. It doesn't do to wander around your ship completely bare arsed he thinks. He remembers a particularly painful burn gained from a grumpy Tardis in a place he'd rather never get one again. Not wise, or impressive, in the first flush of romance. He turns, bidding a silent goodnight to his friend and leaves.
He slips back into the room and sees her, curled with her back to the dent he has left. She is wrapped up and looks small, vulnerable in the expanse. He is torn. He wants to wake her to tell her how happy he feels before the worries of the hours before, and those to come fill his mind. But as she breathes, the motions of comatose sleep, he discards the thought and slips into the sheets next to her. Her body moves, her breathing pattern alters and she turns, draping her form around him. The heat from her body spreads through him, arousing him. Her breath resumes its steady pace and he holds her tight, he can wait until later. There is all the time in the world he thinks as he falls into deep sleep.
**********
Most certainly, the end! Thank you for reading.