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janeyre · 10 months ago

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call me on the way home (2/2)

otp: tentoo x rose

word count: 5k

summary: After a slight mishap at Torchwood, Rose has gone temporarily missing. While Mia is out, she runs into her mum, but not as she last saw her - instead wearing a blue leather jacket with deep circles beneath her eyes. Worried about her mum's state and trying to comfort her, Mia calls the Doctor so Rose can speak to him.

AO3

It had been three weeks since Rose Tyler’s unexpected tumble through a far-away dream, and now she found herself towing the Earth home.

She had done it.

Her gaze, as it swept over all the many happy faces bobbing in and out of her view, landed not on the pinstriped Doctor, but on the blue Doctor. Catching her gaze, he winked at her and clicked his teeth.

God, it was really him . Her face was going to split open from smiling so hard.

“Thinking about what adventures we’ll have next, Rose Tyler?” He said her name in that way that only he could.

Something once-blurry came suddenly into blinding focus. That picture of her and the Doctor and their daughter. Sharing a life — normal and yet not all at once. The text that said Grandma Jackie. The one adventure he could never have. The one adventure she never let herself fully believe she’d be able to find again.

Her gaze returned to his. Did he know? Did he know what could be waiting for them?

She wanted it so bad she couldn’t breathe . The voice she’d heard on the phone that day….

You are my heart.

Singular.

She grinned at him.

Do you know what I’m trying to tell you?

She wanted to kiss him, snog the living daylights out of him right here in front of everyone until they all went home and left them to their peace.

Of course I do.

The Doctor took a deep breath. “You told me something. Something I don’t take lightly. And I want, need you to know, that… you’re everything to me. You have given me happiness more infinite than I could have ever dreamed of. You are the centre of my universe. You are my heart. I… I care for you more than I can say. Do –” he felt suddenly worried, worried that this opportunity might be lost, that she wouldn’t know, that she was doomed to suffer this next month in the dark, that she had never known until that second time on the beach; not at the Game Station, or Krop Tor, or— “Do you know what I’m trying to say?”

He held his phone tightly in his hand; if he would have looked at his knuckles he would have found them white.

“Yes, Doctor. Of course I do, I do too, I–”

Her voice was suddenly cut off, marked by the sound of a harsh smack .

“Rose? Rose?!”

Some rustling. His heart thundered.

Mia’s voice. “She disappeared, Dad.”

His head was full of static. His thoughts were rushing and all he could hear was the crash of a wave just about to take him under.

Of course I do. I do too, she had said.

He let out a breath, devastated and relieved as realisation struck him like lightning to the head of a pin.

Oh.

She knows.

He blinked furiously.

“Dad?”

He cleared his throat. His beautiful, wonderful, brilliant daughter.

“Thank you for thinking to call, you brilliant, clever girl. Do you want to meet back here, at Torchwood, and then we can both go home?”

“Yeah, that would be good.” She swallowed, somewhat shaken. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Not if I see you first.” He missed Rose. “I love you, Mia.”

He wasn’t mistaken if he thought she sounded a little choked up too.

“I love you, Dad.” The line clicked.

He let the phone fall from his hands and clatter to the table, eyes wet and growing wetter. He scrubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes and then let them rest there, sitting his elbows on the table.

The events of the day flickered behind his eyelids like a thousand different film reels all playing at once.

Finding out this afternoon that Rose had been teleported somewhere and rushing to Torchwood. Watching in frustration as everyone realised that she couldn’t have gone far and leaving him to figure it out. His wife was missing. Hearing her sob on the other end of the phone. Knowing that even though she would be fine, there was nothing he could do now. No possible way on Earth to be with her at this very moment. No matter how his heart ached. No matter how much he couldn’t fight the panic that grew when she was gone. No matter where she was.

“What are you doing in ‘ere all alone?”

Her voice. His head snapped up.

“Rose?”

It really was her. Back from the aether. Beautiful and perfect and not a hair out of place and smiling at him with that fondness she reserved only for him.

“Rose.”

He was in her arms before he’d even realised he’d pushed away from the table, trying to regulate his breathing but finding himself overwhelmed at the feel of her familiar embrace. It’s only been a few hours , he chided himself.

“Doctor, is everything okay?”

He couldn’t help himself from sniffling a little, burying his head further into her shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s just been a long day.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

He nodded into her shoulder and took a deep breath before backing away to meet her gaze. God, but she was beautiful. Her every feature radiated safety, warmth, comfort.

“Today was the day that you jumped here and met Mia before you really properly found me. Before we ended up here together. I just got off the phone with you.”

Her eyes were wide.

“Oh, Doctor, I’m sorry. I… I wish I could have been here, with you.”

He laughed in spite of himself. “Funny, that’s just what I told you.” He couldn’t help it – he gathered her into a hug again, just to feel her so close to him.

“It was so long ago, but that old fear that had followed me around during our time apart that you didn’t know that I – that I loved you, it came crashing back. All I could think was how guilty I felt for leaving you to carry the weight of every universe on your shoulders all alone.” His words were slightly muffled as he spoke them into her jacket.

“But you didn’t leave me,” she reminded him. “You’re right here. And I knew, Doctor. We’ve talked about this. I’ve always known, okay? Always.” She twisted her head so she could kiss just above his ear. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

He laughed again. Being hard on himself was one of his oldest strengths. “For you, I’ll try.” He took in a deep breath, then righted himself once more. “Where did you end up today, anyways?”

“You would not believe – Brixton! Brixton, and I didn’t have my wallet or my phone on me or anything.”

“How’d you get back?”

“I walked – I wasn’t that far away from the Estate Mum and I used to live on, so I made a little detour to see if it had changed in all these years. Wasn’t so far anyway, and less hassle than trying to borrow someone’s phone. Although I would have tried, if I would have realised it was going to be such a traumatic day.”

“Mum!”

Rose whirled around just in time to see Mia rush into the room. In an instant she was in her mother’s arms, properly this time. Her tears flowed freely.

“I’m so glad it’s you, I thought I saw you earlier, and it was you, but you didn’t even know me, and you were so sad, and I didn’t know what to do.”

Rose shifted a little, just enough that she could look her daughter in the eyes. She brought one hand up to cup her face, wiping away the fat tears that rolled down her cheeks.

“But you did so well, Mia. You were so brave. It takes a lot of courage to power through something like that when everything seems so wrong. But you were incredible. Okay?” Mia nodded softly, offering a tentative smile.

Rose’s voice grew softer, lower. “I thought about your face and the conversation I had with your dad every day until I came back. You gave me a light at the end of the tunnel. And I focused on it and fought for it until I found it. You’re the best daughter I could ever have.”

Mia’s face, previously recovering, broke down into tears again.

“I missed you, Mum.”

Rose’s heart broke a little. She brought her daughter close and felt it mend.

“I missed you too, precious girl.”

She felt the Doctor’s arms close around the both of them. Her family. The picture they’d taken last week at her birthday. The memory of the phone call she’d had had faded with time, the fear of future knowledge spoiling her present pushing it away until it really did feel like a dream.

She took a deep breath. She could smell the Doctor’s familiar scent, same as ever. She could feel his singular, human heart beating against his ribs, pressed against her back. She could feel their precious daughter hugging her tight.

I am so lucky being able to talk to you right now, to tell you that it’s all going to be okay. Because it is.

She blew out her deep breath and smiled ear to ear.

Everything was okay.

#ficandchips #timepetals #tentoorose #tentoo #dwfic #otp: if i believe in one thing i believe in her #my fic #fic #doctor who #yayyyy for publishing the second part!! :)#all of the comments on the first part were SO kind. seriously thank you everyone SO much.

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thirdeyeblue · 2 years ago

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So Much For Sleep

@tentoorosemicrofics

What starts as an awkward morning leads to an interesting evening for the Doctor and Rose.

Tentoo x Rose, 2.9k, Explicit

AO3

After a day flush with screaming toddlers and the petty woes of helicopter mums, Rose Tyler was fit to drop.

Jackie had gone overboard with planning the whole mess for a friend, so the Doctor and Rose had volunteered to help out, venturing all the way out to Guildford for a toddler’s birthday party that was both rustic and entirely too posh for the likes of four-year-olds.

While the former Time Lord took to collecting and compacting enough colorful wrapping paper to stuff three large bin bags, Rose tucked herself away in the kitchen to do the dishes.

They definitely weren’t avoiding each other. Really, they weren’t.

Honest.

They had experienced an awkward start to their day, however.

The Doctor had begun his morning a bit differently than Rose, bursting into her room with a huge grin and a fresh, printed-out itinerary for the return trip: Only two pages that he’d obviously still relished in the opportunity to staple together.

Rose was viscerally aware that, ever-so-narrowly, he’d managed to catch her very frazzled appearance as she quickly stuffed something bright pink beneath her bedspread; eyes wide, hair a tangled mess, cheeks hot and flushed in the morning light.

She’d become so used to him waking up a bit late since regenerating into existence, and it was still very early, so she thought she could easily get away with indulging her body's neglected needs for the first time since they’d begun their new life together.

After all, she had been… frustrated.

In the days it’d been since their reunion [and subsequent banishment], they’d shared many hugs; even a few brief, but sweet, well-intentioned kisses before parting for the evening.

Lovely as it was, that was the extent of it.

Rose had been so focused on ensuring the most comfortable adjustment possible for herself and her new Doctor that she hadn’t put any effort into anything beyond that.

Mostly because anything “beyond that” had never existed in the first place.

Once upon another universe, sure — there had been a hefty implication of “that”. However, before either of them had found the bravery necessary to rip the bandaid off, effectively turning “that” into “more”, the Void had seen fit to open up a rift between them.

Now, they finally had each other again; thrust into life with all of the grocery-shopping, petrol-pumping, linear leaky-faucet-fixing charm that comes with domesticity…

And less than two weeks in, the Doctor had already caught her wanking.

He’d said nothing on the topic, instead turning an instant and vibrant pink that could rival her little buzzing assistant, turning around and briefly stammering through travel plans as he all but melted out the door.

By the time Rose had rinsed off her shame and horror in the shower (possibly gently thudding her head into the wall several times), the Doctor had a cup of tea and a plate of eggs in front of her in the kitchen, and it was as though the faux pas had never even occurred.

But that didn’t mean it hadn’t.

And Rose was still frustrated. More so, now.

Not only had she not been able to bring herself to finish the job in her bedroom, robbing her of that much-needed tension relief, but the Doctor was acting weird now. He couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, he was annoyingly quiet, and if Rose said anything, his responses were skittish and short; like he was afraid she would run away if he said the wrong thing.

Well, she wasn’t going to stand for that. They’d come too far to backpedal now.

Was he uncomfortable because he was repulsed, or was it that he was intrigued? Did the concept of her existing as a sexual person excite him or make him want to run for the hills?

After breakfast, Rose decided she wanted to experiment a little. See if she could glean a bit of how he was feeling without having to say a word (since he seemed keen on keeping his mouth shut).

Since it was a toddler’s birthday party, she thought she’d slip on something sweet and simple for the occasion — something that felt a bit juvenile, but fitting.

She’d bought the outfit on a sentimental whim about a year back, specifically because she remembered the way the Doctor had looked at her when she wore something similar long ago: a denim overall dress and plain pink t-shirt. She had thigh-high black stockings as well, which she’d only worn once, at a work gala — but for the sake of keeping the whole ensemble true to her memories, she’d slipped them on.

Nerves were overridden by a surge of confidence when she saw the look on the Doctor’s face before they left. The recognition was immediate, and his reaction... Intrigue mixed with an unmistakable touch of heat. So quickly, it was replaced with a warm smile and a “Don’t you look nice?” as he took a few steps closer.

Then — then — he’d kissed her. Just the smallest of kisses; first on her lips, then on her forehead; but it was so lovely that the fleetingness of it didn’t even matter.

As Rose beamed and blushed like a schoolgirl, she felt certain of one thing: absolutely nothing was wrong. Not only that — but the Doctor was sentimental, as well.

And seemed to have a thing for stockings.

Together, they held hands and headed out the door, ready to take on their day as toddler chaperones.

Hours later, as Rose scrubbed away at dried globs of frosting loaded with powdered sugar and yellow #5 until her fingers turned pruney, she wondered why she hadn’t chosen a less daunting task.

However, when considering the chaos of the dwindling party, she decided it was well worth a bit of the mundane.

It’d been a very long day.

After saying their farewells, the Doctor was eager to drive them home, having (rather enthusiastically) worked out the best route that branched away from how they initially got there. He’d boasted about his knowledge of the back roads between Guildford and London, with villages and meadows and the light of the moon illuminating cottages that speckled the hillsides.

The moonlight was a late addition to his ‘scenic route’ pitch, having obviously not accounted for how late they’d be gone — but nonetheless, Rose was happy to oblige. She was far too tired to get behind the wheel.

“It’ll be well worth the whelm of your Saturday, Rose Tyler,” he’d declared as she dried her hands on an embroidered kitchen towel. “Just you watch!”

She felt guilty for being half asleep before their return trip had even started, but it couldn’t be helped. The hum of the engine drowned out the rest of the world, causing the quiet buzz of the radio to play out like a distant auditory hallucination as a cool breeze circulated through the car.

The Doctor still twigged along as they drove, listing off a fact or twenty as he pointed out landmarks; forming a welcome (if inadvertent) lullaby.

Rose had always loved his voice regardless of which body he occupied, and to hear him rambling at her side was like a gift from her past to her present; the perfect end to a day that had otherwise been something of a rollercoaster.

She slipped away into the realm between sleeping and dreaming without even realizing it; which made it all the more surreal when, somewhere along the way, she found herself startled out of her haze by the sensation of a warm hand resting over her knee.

Rose jumped a little and glanced over at her quiet driver, who had long since stopped talking as the roads grew darker and more remote.

He wasn’t looking at her, perfectly focused on the drive… but his hand was saying quite a bit indeed.

He started to stroke her lightly back and forth; long fingers tracing her kneecap, occasionally drawing a circle that would have tickled if not for the thickness of her stockings.

Rose’s heart began hammering away persistently as her eyes remained locked on his hand, watching him touching her as though it was the most normal thing in the universe.

Even in the midst of their lightly-flourishing relationship, this sort of intimacy was so unlike him. She tried to calm herself enough to enjoy it, to just let it be what it was: a nice, reassuring touch; nothing more.

But then he started to move his hand up her thigh, slower and slower. The shift was so subtle that, if she couldn’t see the amount of stocking visible between his hand and her skin growing smaller by the second, Rose would worry she was just imagining it.

Everywhere he touched left a trail she could feel burning in his wake. In response, she felt a slow crawl of warmth radiating from her lower belly, seeping through her core.

What inspired this, she wondered? The outfit? The flash of pink silicone in her bedspread? The road winding through the darkness?

Or was she overthinking it entirely?

Before long, his pinky slipped past the stocking and grazed the soft flesh of her bare thigh, riding the line between fabric and skin. Rose bit her lip and closed her eyes, just barely able to bite back a moan, because it had been so long since she’d been touched that way — and never like that.

By him.

Right when she thought he’d decided he’d been bold enough, he reversed course, pressing his hand firmly into her thigh and dragging it back up, away from her body. Rose’s breath caught on a short, sudden grasp when he wrapped his finger around her knee and gently pulled, coaxing her to uncross her legs.

She wasn’t sure it was actually happening as she obeyed his silent command, both thighs now flat on the seat with her black boots planted on the floorboard.

Seemingly content, the Doctor resumed.

His fingertips coasted down towards the hem of her dress, which had ridden up a bit. Rose’s eyes flashed to the profile of his alarmingly tranquil face, and she couldn’t have told you where they were — if there were pretty hills or moonlit cottages or a tyrannosaurus rex chasing them down the road — because then his little finger was dipping below denim, tracing the edge of forbidden skin just beneath.

“D-Doctor,” she whispered in a shiver, not even hearing herself over the car’s engine, but the Doctor heard her, of course. His hand stopped and he turned his head almost infinitesimally, just enough to catch her stare out of the corner of his eye.

“Should I stop?”

Rose’s eyes widened, flicking between his hand and face a few times — but he was no longer looking at her, having resumed watching the road.

When she said nothing, he glanced back over. She held her breath and shook her head almost automatically, if a bit quickly.

Of course she didn’t want him to stop. She just couldn’t remember how to speak, is all.

His hand continued then, slipping under her dress, and her legs opened by degrees. She hoped she didn’t look too eager but…

The Doctor ran his palm up and down the inside of her thigh encouragingly before pulling lightly at her leg. “A little more?” he asked in a murmur, his voice deeper; richer than she thought she could ever recall hearing on him. “Please.”

Rose’s thighs slid open further, sticking just slightly to the leather seat, and he didn’t hesitate. He leaned back into his chair and pushed his hand between her legs, not stopping until his pinky brushed over her knickers. She gasped audibly, dropping her head forward.

The engine’s soft purr grew louder as the night grew darker, and he took to tracing her slit with light, up-and-down strokes. She bit the pout of her lower hip and wrapped one hand around her purse strap, clutching tightly.

They probably still had a bit to go until they reached their flat, so the Doctor let this go on for a while, working her up leisurely. Taking his time to tease. For dexterity's sake, the angle was sort of awkward, but Rose knew he would see this through — even given the limited opportunities afforded by their bodies being separated by a clunky center console.

She knew that he knew what was happening was, in fact, a very big deal indeed. Perhaps the biggest deal in the universe. He wasn’t just feeling her up… He was telling her, plain and simple, that he was ready for this. Ready for them. No more lines.

To accentuate that point, he soon caved completely, dipping beneath the edge of her knickers and pressing his pinky through soft, silky-wet flesh. Rose’s mouth fell open with a shuddering moan and her legs spread further, now as wide as they could go as he started rubbing at her clit with the full length of his little finger.

Trees, bluffs, and hillsides seemed to pass the car faster and faster as he stroked her tenderly, sliding his hand up and down between her legs as he focused pressure in just the right spot.

There were no street lights out where he’d taken her, just the stars and the darkness and a speed limit the Doctor had clearly set out to take to task. Rose could tell he was frustrated by the limited mobility of his hand and was obviously taking that frustration out on the car, but that made it no less surprising when he suddenly tore his finger from her knickers and grasped the gear lever, shifting into neutral before bringing them to a squealing stop on the shoulder.

Breathless, disheveled, and no longer even remotely tired, Rose turned her head to make sure everything was alright. The Doctor was a bit preoccupied with pulling the parking brake, cutting the lights, unbuckling his safety belt, then drawing his leg up onto his seat before he turned his attention back to her.

The console was still a bit of a hindrance, but he had no trouble getting his hand in her hair and tugging her mouth to meet his.

Rose melted into her seat as he pressed the warmth of his lips to hers over and over, letting her taste him as he kissed her; leaving behind the sweet vestiges of frosting from the one-too-many cupcakes he’d devoured earlier in the night.

His hand disappeared from her hair and reappeared between her legs a few seconds later, pushing the fabric back out of his way before she felt him sliding into her folds to feel her properly.

Rose’s lips left his with a breathy “Fuck” as he anchored two fingers over her clit and took to rubbing her slowly, gently.

He stayed very close as he touched her; dark, lusty eyes burning with curiosity and wonder as he touched her, studying her. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her again. “Just gorgeous.”

Only once did he slip down to feel her from the inside; stroking carefully in and out of her, listening to her mewls and sighs as he moaned encouragingly. He was so, so close to her; so warm.

Affection and love and sex imbued the cool air around them as the world grew small, holding the pair within a pocket of intimacy that seemed to exist outside of reality; outside of time and space.

The engine was quiet enough now that Rose could hear the slick movement of his fingers as she felt them gliding over her clit, moving back and forth so unhurriedly. She could hardly breathe, losing herself to his skilled hand; drowning in the soft, brilliant sounds of pleasure they were sharing together in the dark.

All of that pressure continued on, building beautifully, and it wasn’t long before he was stroking her into an orgasm that made her face and body do things she knew he’d never seen before. He watched every second of it.

On the shoulder of some rural road outside of London, the smile that swept across the Doctor’s features as he made her come for the first time was so utterly replete with joy that Rose almost had to weep in the afterglow. Everything about it was perfect. Glorious.

There was one more lingering kiss before he pulled away suddenly, and in seconds, he had them peeling out from the gravelly shoulder, flying down the road towards where light pollution could be seen illuminating the sky in the distance.

Rose blinked several times, part of her wondering if their little moment had actually just happened at all.

“Errm… Doctor?” She glanced outside, watching an old fence flying past her window like a film strip as the engine’s hum kicked up into a low roar. “S-Sort of hard to appreciate the scenic route with you driving at warp speed, don’t you think?”

“Sod it with the stupid scenic route,” he stated plainly. “If I don’t get you home within half an hour, I’m afraid we’ll be taking up residence in the nearest field. And I don’t know about you, Rose Tyler, but I’d rather not spend the morning picking grass out of my hair.”

She laughed out loud at the visual. “S’alright if it takes a bit, though.” She looked over at him with a grin, though she could feel the heat of her face growing flushed all over again. “I’m… not exactly tired anymore. Not sure I could go to sleep if I tried, actually.”

Only then did he turn and look at her, one eyebrow arched high.

“Who said anything about ‘sleep’?”

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badxwolf · 2 years ago

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I am looking for a beta reader for a Thirteen x Rose reunion fic! It’s nearly done, I expect to have the whole thing ready by next week at the latest. I wanted to start looking for a beta reader now because I’m new to this.

Here is a bit of info: 8-10k words, teen rating, CW for angst, trauma and mentioned character death. Hurt/comfort with a happy ending. Mentions of TentooRose (pro Tentoo). Ryan, Graham and Yaz are minor characters.

Rose Tyler is immortal. What happened on the Game Station affected her more deeply than she and the Doctor realized. Eighty years after she first became the Bad Wolf, Rose returns to her home universe to find the Doctor.

A mysterious and powerful force takes control of the TARDIS, landing Thirteen and her fam in the last place on Earth the Doctor wants to be: the Powell Estate. She is forced to confront memories that are more tangible than she might think.

I’m new to writing fanfic but experienced with writing in general. I’m primarily looking for someone to check grammar, word choice, plot and overall story flow. If you also have experience reading/writing Thirteen and/or Rose and can give your opinion on their characterization that’d be great!

Please let me know if you’re interested! I am hoping to get this posted by the end of June so my favourite space sapphics can celebrate pride. 💖🏳️‍🌈

#doctor who #the doctor x rose #timepetals #thirteen x rose #rose tyler #thirteenth doctor #doctor who fanfiction #beta reader needed

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sunniebelle · 2 years ago

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A First For Everything

Mia , Tentoo x Rose

Mia is determined to prove to herself and to her parents just how grown up she is!

AO3, TSP (to be added), FF.net

YAY!! I finally broke through my writer's block!!!

I am gifting this story to @metacrisisdoctor with many thanks for allowing me to borrow your absolutely brilliant headcanon for a little while! I hope you enjoy it! *waves shyly* (My inspiration for this story: https://www.tumblr.com/metacrisisdoctor/715092017567465472/one-of-my-favorite-headcanons-is-that-when-mia-is?source=share )

Mia Jacqueline Susan Tyler-Noble sneaked through the silent back garden, hidden by the darkness of the midnight hour and lack of moonlight. She had tried to sleep, honestly she had, but her thoughts just wouldn’t quiet enough to let her. What she was planning to do was certainly dangerous and could very well end with her being in severe trouble, but she didn’t know what else to do.

She had been raised on the stories of her parent’s adventures together and the brilliant escapades they had together. Traveling through time and space, righting wrongs and taking down monsters and evil dictators hell-bent on destruction; helping the helpless and saving civilizations on the brink of collapse! That was the kind of life she wanted, adventure and danger and excitement, and occasionally, running for your life!

But what did she get? The safe route.

While she had been on a few adventures with them—and it was always fantastic fun, so thrilling and exciting to see new places, to meet new people and experience different cultures and ways of living—her dad flatly refused to take her into dangerous situations. If there was even a whiff of danger, her dad would pack her off back to the TARDIS. And the one time she had managed to sneak out and follow them, he had been so...she didn’t know exactly how to describe the look of horror and panic that came over his face. He’d managed to convince her mum that he could handle the situation alone and Rose should take her back to the TARDIS and stay with her. Like she was some toddler or something!

They still saw her as a child that needed to be coddled and protected and wrapped up in cotton wool! It was infuriating!

So tonight, she had decided to do something about it. One way or another, she was going to make her overprotective parents trust her and see that she was grownup enough to handle their adventurous lifestyle. She didn’t need their hand to hold, or their permission for seemingly everything she did.

Now that she had reached the shed, she hesitated momentarily. Shaking off her doubts, she unlocked and stepped purposefully through the door, closing it softly behind her.

She smiled as she saw the lovely dark blue hue of the police box that was the TARDIS. She loved the sentient time and space ship, and she knew the opinionated ship loved her, too. Mia felt sure she could talk Her into taking a trip without her parents.

Brushing a hand along the wood of the door, Mia felt the mental brush of warmth as the ship greeted her. She grasped the key she been given several years ago, fiddling nervously with the chain necklace from which it was hanging—the beautiful, braided gold chain had been a gift from her grandparents the week before, at her sixteenth birthday party. That thought steeled her resolve; she was sixteen now. By all accounts, she was a very young Time Lady, but a Time Lady all the same.

Mia slipped the key into the lock and turned it, smiling a little at the satisfying click it made, before the door squeaked on its hinges as she pushed it open to enter. She glanced guiltily at the shed door once more, imagining her dad and mom rushing through it to stop her.

All was silent. Grinning she slipped into the TARDIS, ready to have her first solo adventure.

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“Doctor. Doctor, wake up!”

A hand was shaking his shoulder and drawing him from the depths of sleep. Moaning slightly at the interruption to the few hours of sleep he needed a night, his eyes opened to slits to see Rose’s familiar night shirt, or rather, his shirt.

“What’s’it, love” he mumbled, sleep making his voice deep and a little gruff. Closing his eyes again, his hand found her arm and trailed up till it reached her neck, where he let his fingers glide over her shoulder and rub soothing circles on her back.

“It’s Mia.” Those words made his eyes pop open and his sleep-numbed brain awaken a little more. “S-she’s missing. I can’t find her anywhere.”

Hearing the panicked voice coming from his wife of nineteen years, made him sit up in bed and focus fully on what she had just told him.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” He regretted the sentence the moment the words left his mouth.

“Why would you think I would joke about our daughter going missing!” she shrieked at him, her panic abating and anger taking its place.

He winced and apologized as he slid his hand over her shoulder, down her arm and grasped her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Looking past her, he noticed the light of early morning seeping through the sheer curtains of the windows on the far wall. His time senses, while significantly reduced in his part-human body, informed him it was half-past eight.

Reaching to turn on the lamp, the Doctor hurriedly dressed, listening intently to Rose recount how she’d been headed to start breakfast but first ducked into Mia’s room to get her up. They had planned to surprise their daughter with a trip to the Gamma Quadrant of Senon Three.

When she shakily told of finding Mia’s bed empty and unable to find her anywhere in the house, he tried to reassure her that she had to be around somewhere. She would have none of it, quickly stating all the places she had checked, her voice strained as she struggled to remain calm and rational. Then a thought came to him and he wanted to smack his head for not thinking of it earlier.

“Rose, did you check the TARDIS yet? You know how fond she is of wandering the halls of the ship.”

Not waiting to hear her answer, he quickly moved toward the rear door of the house, heading toward the shed where they kept the ship parked.

“I looked in the shed but the TARDIS wasn’t there.”

He jolted to a stop, whirling around to face her in the same motion.

“What!?” he gasped in shock and surprise. His brain froze for all of 2.57 seconds before it started again, fear and worry swirling through his mind, making him dizzy. His thoughts sped faster than his feet, racing through scenarios of what could have happened, each one worse than before. His stomach twisting into knots, he scrambled to unlock the door to the shed; he was unnerved to find it already unlocked. He opened it forcefully enough that it bounced off the wall with a dull thud.

Rose was not far behind him, yelling that she assumed he had moved the TARDIS, and had woken him to see if he had indeed moved it.

She found him standing still as a statue, staring wide-eyed at the corner where they kept the ship. It was at times like this that Rose tried not to let panic and fear take over her body, but she was failing now as she watched the Doctor standing so still and breathing hard.

Shaking his head, he seemed to pull himself out of whatever trance he had been in and ran purposefully over to the computers on the far side of the shed. His fingers began flying fast and sure on the keys. She watched in silence as words flashed across the screen. Small boxes that she recognized as security footage windows popped up and disappeared, but too fast for her to make out any solid details. She didn’t bother peppering him with questions because she knew if he had any idea of what had happened, he would have told her already.

After a few moments, he stopped abruptly, having searched through several different security camera angles and stopped on one that showed the interior of the shed.

They watched the video on a loop, staring in shock and disbelief as their daughter entered the TARDIS. Their hearts sank as they saw it disappear moments later.

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Mia laughed heartily as she slammed the door shut on the six foot tall Ecralarian guards outside. Breathing heavily as she leaned on the doors, she grinned to herself, pride and happiness filling her. She had done what she set out to do. Prove to her parents that she was old enough to take care of herself and have her own—or at the very least join in on their—adventures.

She had even escaped jail and the guards all by herself! She was thankful she’d worn her bracelet, which was conveniently bio-locked to her DNA only, preventing the jewelry from being confiscated by her jailors. When the guards had been distracted, she’d pulled her sonic pen from within the bigger-on-the-inside bracelet and used it to unlock the doors—she didn’t let herself think about what she would have done if they had used deadlock seals.

The night had not been all ‘running for her life’ and escaping from danger. She had enjoyed the attention her blond hair and blue eyes had afforded her. The locals of Ecralar were tall humanoids with pale blue skin and dark green eyes. There must not have been many off worlders to this region of the planet, since people with features such as hers were evidently rare; she had told several people she met, who had been interested in the origins of her fair skin, eyes and hair, that she had inherited her mother’s blond hair and her father’s blue eyes— although she withheld the fact that it was a past incarnation of her father, from whom she inherited the blue color.

Things had gone pear-shaped when she said something that offended one of the local vendors; though, for the life of her she couldn’t understand why. Bananas were the best fruit in the universe, it was a simple fact. She knew her dad would agree wholeheartedly. She had been making her case for bananas and their versatility in cuisine and various other uses, when the vendor she had been talking to suddenly stalked away and rang an alarm bell.

Before she knew it she had been escorted to the local prison, where she was to be held for trial the following day, charged with disturbing the peace. She had tried to explain the situation, but apparently it was falling on deaf ears, since her pleas of innocence were promptly ignored. She had taken to using one of her dad’s tricks—annoy the guard enough that they want to go away, or make you shut up. Luckily, this one had walked away to get a bit of hush and she had taken advantage of the opportunity to sonic the lock and slip out unnoticed.

She wasn’t sure if she had tripped an alarm or had been seen by someone, but she was suddenly making a mad dash back to the TARDIS, half a dozen armed guards on her heels.

Skipping up the ramp, she grinned widely as she danced around the console, setting dials and turning knobs, just as her parents taught her. Giggling in prideful joy at her accomplishments, she left the angry pounding of the guards behind. She watched the viewscreen in amusement when they backed off in fear and wonder as the box disappeared. Moments later she felt the ship settle in the vortex.

Her happiness was tempered a little when the TARDIS would not allow her to set the controls to any place other than Earth. No matter what she did, the controls reset themselves to Earth the day she left, seven minutes after she left. With a frustrated huff, she gave in to the temperamental ship, turning to pull the dematerialization lever; she was unaware that, as she turned away, the date and time had changed.

Knowing that her adventure was over, but unwilling to let the joy and happiness of her successful solo adventure be ruined, she laughed as the ship jolted to a stop, setting down with a hard thump, causing her to fall back onto the metal grating. Laughing, she pulled herself up and ran over to the doors, not bothering to check the viewscreen. Her parents should still be asleep and would be none the wiser about her actions. She’d just have to choose her timing carefully before telling them about her trip.

Therefore, she was unprepared to see her dad standing only a few feet away when she exited the TARDIS.

Unable to help it, she gulped, knowing she was in trouble. She couldn’t remember her dad ever looking at her like he was now; angry, for sure, but his messy clothes and drooping, unwashed hair was a surprise, as was his taut and pale face. The worst part, making her flinch slightly, was the severe look of disappointment in his eyes.

They stood there for several moments, neither talking nor moving. She could almost feel the tension in the air. Her dad was standing rigidly across from her, his breathing exaggeratedly slow, as though he was trying to hold some great emotion inside.

He broke the silence first, asking in an unnervingly calm voice, “Where were you?”

Mia swallowed nervously, then wondered why she was behaving like a scared little girl. She was an adult now, a Time Lady. She traveled in a TARDIS by herself, gotten into and out of a bad situation all without help and traveled back safely. He should be applauding her!

Standing tall and raising her chin proudly, she declared, “I went on an adventure.”

Swept up in her excitement, she missed the slight twitch under the Doctor’s eye that told of his struggle to hold in his anger and fear, and countless other emotions.

“It was brilliant, Dad! There were these guards that—”

“Do you have any idea the ramifications of what you have done?” His still calm voice disconcerting her, Mia barely held back her retort at his interrupting her.

She started to answer, but she didn’t get the chance.

“Your mother and I have been frantic, looking for you. We didn’t have any idea where or when you went. You left no note, nothing to tell us where you were going or when, not to mention if, you were coming back.”

Her jaw dropped and eyes widened as she heard her dad’s assumption that she may not come back, shocking her into silence. Then her brain kicked in and she stated her only defense.

“But I was only gone for seven minutes! I set the TARDIS to come back to seven minutes after I left!” she argued, her anger with her dad rising.

He broke eye contact with her only a few seconds, sending a glare to the ship that would rival a glacial iceberg for coldness, then trapping her in his gaze once again. The pain in his eyes made her anger cool slightly, and confused her.

“Seven days.”

Mia stilled, her breath catching as those words and their meaning sunk in.

“You were gone seven days. You had your mother and I worried out of our minds for seven whole days. Anything could have happened to you, or the TARDIS, and we would have never known.”

Mia stayed silent, thinking it wise to hold off telling him what happened on Ecralar for now.

Looking more tired and weary than she had ever seen her dad, he spoke and brought her whole world to a standstill.

“Give me your key.”

When she hesitated, he firmly repeated himself. Her heart sank as she slowly removed the precious item from her necklace and set the key in his hand. She thought that would be the end of it.

She was wrong.

“You are not allowed to go forward or backward in time, or off planet, for any reason, without my express permission until further notice.” Her dad said in a flat tone, his voice still eerily calm.

Her jaw dropped as she heard the conditions of her punishment go on, in detail and severity, for nearly a solid minute. She was now restricted to the house, school, her grandparents and home, and her key to the TARDIS was confiscated until who knew when.

She was so shocked and angry that he could not see how utterly unfair this was, that the words escaped without thinking. She shrieked at her dad, “That’s not fair!”

Her dad’s calm facade suddenly melted away.

“Don’t tell me what is or is not fair, young lady,” he all but growled at her.

“Do you think it was fair that your mother and I spent a solid week, twisted up in fear and worry that something had happened to you? Was it fair that we had no way of reaching you or knowing when or where you were?”

His voice had steadily risen in a shout of anger. He had never spoken to her that way before.

“Was it fair that your mother spent every night crying herself to sleep in my arms, both of us worried sick, wondering if we would ever see you again?” With those last words, her dad’s voice broke, the words no longer shouted, but whispered.

He hid his face in his hands, still as a statue except for the slightest of movements of his shoulders.

Mia was in shock, frozen and unable to move or speak even if she wanted to. She had seen her dad angry before, even heard him yell. She had heard countless stories of enemies cringing in fear as the Doctor released the fury of the Oncoming Storm on them; but never before had he shouted at her. Ever.

So shocked was she that it took several moments for her to understand what he had said, and to grasp the severity of what she had done. Hitting her like a punch to the gut, Mia was suddenly filled with shame and remorse, seeing how much she had scared and hurt her parents with her actions.

Tears she had been struggling to hold back were now burning behind her eyes and making her throat tight and uncomfortable. She watched, through her blurry vision, as her dad dragged his hands down his face, exhaling slowly and staring at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, Dad” she whimpered, swallowing harshly against the tightness in her throat. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think of any of that. I just wanted to show you and Mum that I could handle the dangerous stuff right along side you.”

She was still trying to hold back the tears, her breathing erratic as she pushed back the sobs that were trying to break free; that is, until their eyes met and she saw the redness and glistening in his eyes that betrayed his own tears. Her shoulders hunched and her face crumpled as the tears poured unchecked down her reddening cheeks.

With a deep breath and long, slow exhale, the Doctor’s shoulders slumped as he saw his daughter try to explain her actions, while fighting a losing battle with her tears in the face of his righteous fury.

Unable to hold himself back from her any longer, two quick strides brought him close enough to fold her within the safety of his arms. As soon as he had her wrapped in his embrace the dam burst and her sobs came in great heaving gasps as she buried her face in his chest and clung to him.

Her voice was muffled and indistinct, but he could make out the repeated apologies coming from her. He rocked his little girl and shushed her, one hand soothing her hair while the other held her to him with fierce protectiveness.

Words of comfort and forgiveness were whispered in her ear as he calmed her, while also calming himself with her presence.

He had not meant to scare her, and he knew that later, when they were both calm, he would apologize for his anger and for yelling at her. But no matter what, the conditions would stay in place for a while. He would also be having a very stern talk with his ship soon; then he’d be putting safety measures and controls into place, to prevent something like this from happening in the future.

For days he had been frantically cobbling together a device to try and communicate with and, hopefully, locate the time and space coordinates of the TARDIS; but 21st century technology had hindered him greatly, and frustrated him to no end.

He had even considered trying to send a message through to the Doctor in the other universe, to get help in finding Mia; but Rose had asked him to save that as a very last resort. No need to rub his happy life with Rose and Mia in the other Doctor’s face. He was just so glad he had decided to work at home today, rather than go to his office at Torchwood.

He recalled the long talk he had yesterday with Jackie, both consoling her and being consoled by her. He’d finally given her a true apology for the mess he’d created so long ago, when he brought Rose back a year late. He had been given a glimpse of the heartache and suffering he had unnecessarily put the woman through. It was the first real smile he had seen on Jackie’s face in days, as she hugged him and told him she had forgiven him a long time ago.

It took several minutes for Mia to calm down enough to stop crying, the occasional sniffle and shuddering breath being the only noises from her.

As she stepped back from him, her face red and puffy from crying, he produced a handkerchief from his pockets and handed it to her, smiling slightly when she released a wet and shaky laugh.

Just then, he heard the sound of a car door slamming shut and Rose’s voice call out for him from across the yard. By the sounds of it, she was headed their way. He hadn’t had an opportunity to contact her yet, and rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness as he considered that he probably should have done that when he heard the TARDIS materializing.

“Doctor! I felt the TARDIS—” Rose began, her words faltering as she entered the shed, stopping at the entrance only long enough to see her daughter standing there, before rushing forward to crush her in a hug.

Both mother and daughter were sobbing as Rose ran her hands over her daughter, checking for injuries and affirming that she was really here.

Several minutes later, the Doctor had guided his family into the house and started heating water for tea, while Mia sat tucked into her mother’s side in the lounge. It took several cups of tea, and a lot of patience, but they heard their daughter’s tale of her independent adventure in the TARDIS. He saw the excitement and joy on his daughter’s face as she recounted how she had outsmarted the jailor and guards, and made a run for the ship.

It was then that he realized, his little girl was no longer a little girl. His breath caught and he could’ve sworn his heart stopped momentarily.

He knew there were still going to be growing pains and learning curves as they traveled the road of Mia gaining more independence—once her restrictions were lifted, at least—but he knew he had to let go, to give her more freedom and trust her to know when to ask for help or guidance.

He figured it was time he tell Mia about her sister, Jenny, and her sacrifice for him; no matter how hard it was for him to think or talk about. Even now, he could still see his amazing daughter stepping in front of him, taking the bullet that was meant for him. Mia was old enough to understand the pain that shattered his scarred and wounded hearts, as he both gained and lost a daughter in the same day. And perhaps, he reluctantly admitted to himself, it was time she knew more about the Time War. Maybe not the full details, not yet; but enough to understand his fears of losing her and his reasons for going to such extremes to keep her safe.

He sighed as he felt Mia cuddle closer into his side, Rose already asleep on the other side of her.

For tonight, she was still his little girl, and in his heart she always would be. Kissing her forehead, he let his head rest against his daughter’s. Finally feeling calm and at peace, he joined his family in the first peaceful sleep he’d had in days.

This is the first time I've written Mia, or really any kid!fic, and since I have no children of my own, I floundered a little with how to keep Mia and the Doctor in character. I can only hope I succeeded! I welcome comments with open arms, but would ask that you be gentle too, please 😊 *runs and hides*

@doctorroseprompts

#gift fic #metacrisisdoctor #mia #tentoo #rose tyler #tentoo x rose #kid!fic #teenager angst #light angst #happy ending #family bonding #doctor who #doctorroseprompts #i think queue need a doctor

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queenofthecon · 2 years ago

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I think I finally have an idea for the tentoo x rose fuckathon. Only took me two weeks to think of a fic idea haaaa oh god

#fanfic #tentoorose #tentoo x rose

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followedmystar · 2 years ago

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Sup y'all

Here's a brief long update. The last one I posted here apparently happened less than a week before Shit Got Real™. It has been a w i l d ride. Things are more or less fine now! But here's what I've been doing!

TW: medical details, infertility, getting the shit kicked out of me by life

Highlight reel from July 2021:

July 3: Hosted 'Murica Day party at our house, had a lovely time. I had the bright idea to set up a slip n slide. Promptly broke tailbone using said bright idea.

July 4: Rented a trencher to run power and water line from the house to our future chicken coop site. Hit the water main to the house while trenching. (Yes we called 811 beforehand, no they didn't mark the main, they didn't mark a damn thing past the meter tbh)

July 4 thru like 11: fixing the issue in 95+ degree (F) heat with broken tailbone and restoring water service (we are Rural™ so it was all us)

July 15: I was in bed and needed to blow my nose. I decided to sit up while doing that. (TLDR: don't do that) I felt a Bad Thing at the base of my skull and had instant severe headache...that persisted for the next several months.

July 16+: ER visit after ER visit. Scan after scan. So many scans.

It took them a while to figure it out (we thought it was an unruptured aneurysm or something at first), but it turns out I had a pituitary tumor that started hemorrhaging (aka pituitary apoplexy), resulting in severe headaches, light sensitivity, intolerance to exercise/increased BP, taste and smell distortions, and pain that refused to respond to medication until, uh, about Halloween when I had surgery.

To say that I've had a lifetime's worth of doc appointments in the last year would be an understatement. I got fabulous care but I never want to see a neurosurgeon again. There are a bunch of meds I will be on forever. We will need IVF to have kids (that's coming down the pipe next year hopefully!). I had the energy level of a spent AAA battery for most of '22.

But--for now--I'm good. No headaches. I have a roughly normal amount of energy. And exertion doesn't leave me in bed the next day!

I'm still collecting specialists like Pokemon unfortunately. That part's exhausting. Medical fatigue is real y'all.

FANDOM RELATED UPDATES:

Tentoo x Rose is still *chef's kiss*

I'm totally not sure how I feel about the upcoming special. I haven't read ANY tumblr takes on it, and i'm not looking for spoilers, so we're just going to have to hope they don't heck it up

I wasn't always crazy about 13's episodes but I LOVED jodie as 13 and i want her on repeat forever

Not sure how many of you do anime, but Spy X Family has my whole heart. WHOLE. HEART.

i miss fanfiction

i also miss this hellsite

HOW HAVE YOU ALL BEEN THO FOR REAL

#about jill #seriously what a ride #this has also taught me that one of my short fics about ten x rose plays into some tropes about infertility that are not cool #i'm definitely team 'know better do better' but i'm not totally sure i'm ok with taking it down entirely #maybe i'll just add some tags to explain why you shouldn't promote the idea that 'it'll happen if you just ReLaX'#i hear that there are people out there that get pregnant by accident #seems sus to me

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onyourstageleft · 2 years ago

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So this is the drabble I wrote 9 years ago and I'm genuinely like... this was good?! I even wrote in a little forward author's note "sorry it's not very good I'm just getting back into writing" and like sure I never actually got back into writing but... maybe if I thought this wasn't good when I wrote it, the things that I want to write now but I don't bc I think it won't turn out good will actually be good? idk anyway here's my lil Rose x Doctor writing

Rose’s spirit had been at rest for two years; she had lived a long and happy life with TenToo, died peacefully in her sleep. Now, though: now something strange was going on, and Rose’s spirit felt it. The Doctor was in trouble. She didn’t know how she knew, but the pressure behind the knowledge had been growing for weeks, making her spirit restless. Finally, she decided that she must go and investigate. Rose didn’t know the extent to which she could help her Doctor if he was in trouble, didn’t know if she could do anything at all, but resolved to try. When she found him, he was alone. It seemed that he couldn’t see her, and if the TARDIS had a way of detecting her presence, the Doctor didn’t think to check it. Nothing seemed to be pressingly wrong, but she found she wanted to stay. This version of her Doctor had a new face, a whole new self that Rose wanted to learn about. “Just for a few days, to make sure nothing bad is going to happen to him”, she told herself. It didn’t take long for Rose to figure out that what she had felt was his loneliness. She watched as he went on a few rather unremarkable trips, read a lot of books, and talked to the TARDIS. Five days into her unnoticed visit, she heard a one-sided conversation the Doctor had with his ship that pieced all the parts together: he hadn’t had a companion in months, not after a girl named Clara had died. While he hated being alone, he hated endings more, and had vowed to himself never to start anew with someone again, as all stories but his had to end eventually. Realizing that her Doctor was going to stick to his own promise, Rose’s spirit ached at the thought of him being alone in the universe. Right then she made her own promise, a promise that although he may never know it, she would stick with her Doctor for all of time and space.

I forgot that I used to like... want to write fanfic?? I could never commit to an idea (or the mortifying ordeal of being observed) enough to publish things on AO3, but I just found a single paragraph Rose x Doctor drabble that I wrote NINE years ago and it's actually... good??? might copy and paste it into a reblog, like it still exists in my archive but y'all definitely don't need a link to 9 year old shit on my blog

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megabadbunny · 5 years ago

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the art of inscription

Rose x Ten and Rose x Tentoo; a continuation of a DW Inbox Buddies fic I wrote a hundred years ago, resurrected and completed in honor of Rose x Tentoo week. <3 <3 <3

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It’s Gallifreyan, that much is certain. He can’t quite make out the script—no time for parsing out the arches that denote gliding vowels, the circles portraying sibilant fricatives, not when she pulls her cuff over her wrist so quickly it gives him whiplash—but even in that glance, the shape is unmistakable, the meaning undeniable. The way she can’t meet his eyes as she buttons the traditional cuff around her forearm only confirms it. The name on her wrist is his.

(Rose can’t read it, of course, but it mirrors his own writing exactly, echoing the spidery script that peppers the TARDIS console in a flurry of sticky notes, reminding him to fine-tune the propulsion system or repair the exotic matter trap. Some notes posted around the TARDIS bear Rose’s mark as well, with little scribbled cat’s-ears or bunny-faces or sly jokes, and sometimes, she’ll even try duplicating his writing, trying to match the lines and whorls.)

No, she can’t read the script on her wrist; yes, she still knows what it means.

The cuff slips and Rose smacks her other hand down on it, holding it in place and punishing it for ever daring to move at all, and only then does the Doctor notice how very hard she’s trembling. (The Doctor, for his part, doesn’t tremble; not on the outside, anyway.) He frowns.

“You’re shaking,” he says. “Are you all right?”

She nods. “S’just a little cold here.”

(It’s 27.6 degrees Celsius, and sunny.)

“So,” says the Doctor, shoving his hands in his pockets to disguise their fidgeting, “Yue-Lao Twelve, home to the infamous Pearl Island mystery, renowned planet of the so-called soulmarks. What do you think?”

“I think I should have believed you,” Rose replies, shaking her head. “But it still seems like a bunch of magic mumbo-jumbo to me.”

“Awww, Rose Tyler. With everything we’ve seen, you still think this sort of thing isn’t possible? Don’t you know better by now?”

“You know what? You’re absolutely right,” Rose says, flipping her hair over one shoulder and meeting his gaze with a flat stare. “Shall we go on a leprechaun hunt next?”

“Certainly!” the Doctor beams. “I’ve always wanted to find one.”

Rolling her eyes, Rose laughs, swinging one hand into his. Fingers fit together like strands of a braid and they bound away, in pursuit of any facts they can glean about this fabled Pearl Island event. And after a few moments, thoughts of this soulmark business have almost completely vanished from his mind; the Doctor can almost believe that the adrenaline speeding up his heartsrate is spurred on only by this newest adventure, nothing more.

(He is in no great hurry to check his own wrist; he already knows what he’ll see there.)

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A universe and a galaxy and a regeneration away, he panics.

“It’s like that one place we went to--you remember the one,” says Rose happily, looping an arm through the Doctor’s. As well as she can in the thin light of the moon, she inspects the underside of her wrist, which, much as it was several years ago, is now once again adorned with the Doctor’s disjointed chirography. “In the other universe. Something Island. Remember?”

“Erm,” he says, his mind racing to think of something he can say or do to play for time, and failing spectacularly.

“D’you remember?” Rose asks expectantly.

Yes is the correct answer, but the Doctor doesn’t say it, because he’s afraid of all the words that will come after (or more precisely, the words that won’t). So instead, he says, “Well” and “You see” and “Erm,” again.

Rose’s eyes narrow in suspicion. The Doctor’s hands twitch nervously with the need to hide behind his back.

“Oh my god,” says Rose, softly.

The Doctor gulps.

Her face breaks into a wide grin. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

“Now, I wouldn’t say that,” he tries to protest, but Rose is too busy laughing. “You did!” she chuckles, lighting up the garden with her usual megawatt-bright smile as she teases the Doctor with a nudge of her elbow against his ribs. “You forgot all about it, you forgot all about that planet-of-the-soulmarks thing! Oh my god, for once I remembered something better than you!”

“You must be very proud,” the Doctor says wryly, and, still laughing, Rose nods. She tucks a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, sighing; for a half-second, the name on her wrist is on full display, and even amidst the panic clenching his throat, the Doctor feels warmth, at the sight of it.

“It was Pearl Island, by the way,” he says. “In the other universe.”

“Yes! That was it. Pearl Island. Planet of mystery. Did you ever check back in with the rebels?”

“Indeed I did,” the Doctor replies, privately grateful for the chance at a distraction, and he steps away from the TARDIS, pulling his arm out of Rose’s grasp. “Fascinating story, actually, I’d originally planned to visit a decade later, make a progress report of sorts, but a timestorm near the Horsehead Nebula threw the TARDIS completely off-course--you know what they say, a timestorm a day keeps the Doctor away--”

“Wait, wait,” Rose laughs, catching up. “Show me!”

The Doctor’s mind goes blank. “I--what?”

“Oh, come on. I showed you mine both times, you kept yours hidden back then. You gonna show me yours now, or what?”

“Show you my what?” asks the Doctor, as alarm bells start ringing somewhere at the back of his mind. He picks up his pace.

“Don’t be daft. Show me your wrist, show me the soulmark-thing!”

The Doctor hesitates (but doesn’t let up in speed). “Of course I would, but it’s just--It isn’t as if it actually--It’s--it’s like you said last time,” he stammers, fingers opening and closing nervously. “Just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, isn’t it? Not really anything all that significant, wouldn’t recommend taking it too seriously in the end, it’s certainly not anything worth making any life-altering decisions over--”

Rose piques an eyebrow, in amusement or concern, he can’t tell.

“--and as officers of science, it would hardly do for us to make any sort of to-do over something that barely registers on Phleighton’s Rules for Psychic Governance, would it? Can’t be higher than .0348 PD’s, maybe .0349 PD’s, tops. Fascinating set of Rules, those, did I ever tell you how Phleighton came to write them? Did she write them in this universe? Let’s go--”

Rolling her eyes, Rose grabs his hand before he has a chance to react, anchoring him to her.

“--find out,” the Doctor squeaks as he tries to step back and yank his hand away, but it’s too late--Rose has already pushed his jacket-cuff back, revealing the underside of his wrist to the world. He flinches, unable to look down at his arm, only capable of looking at Rose as his blood pressure plummets like an anvil. He wills her, silently, to understand.

It doesn’t mean anything, he wants to tell her (wants to shout), but something has slithered into his vocal chords and strangled them. It’s incredibly common for Time Lords. Even if it wasn’t, it’s insignificant. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change how I feel. Please--

“You know how much I love you, right?” he blurts out.

Rose looks up at him and--and is that a smile?

“Of course I do,” she says. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Dumbfounded at this reaction, the Doctor looks down at his wrist, dreading, in cold sickening advance, what he knows he’ll find there. Except--

Except it’s not blank at all, this time. This time, his wrist has got Rose’s name on it.

Blinking, mouth open in surprise, the Doctor pulls his hand out of Rose’s, examining the mark on his arm. The name would almost be difficult to make out, if the Doctor wasn’t already familiar with Rose’s rushed and messy penmanship, but it’s there, clear as day. Rose Tyler.

“You look surprised,” Rose chuckles. “What, didn’t think my name would be there?”

It wasn’t always, he almost replies.

He shakes himself. “Oh, so that’s what it says,” he replies instead, forcing on a grin. “Glad you cleared it up for me, couldn’t tell, what with the sloppy handwriting--”

“Oi, as if yours is any better!” Rose retorts, holding up her wrist for proof, but he ignores her words in favor of stepping forward to frame her face in both hands and pull her up for a kiss. It isn’t even something he consciously plans on doing; it’s as if his body has a completely separate mind of its own, and that mind is so glad that Rose’s name is on his wrist, it just can’t bloody help itself. It’s got to seal the deal with a kiss, lips on lips and comingled breaths and chests pressed close and one hand tangling in her hair. It’s a physical imperative, a sheer necessity, an utter need. All of it. (All of her.)

(Not that the Doctor’s complaining. Or Rose, for that matter.)

When he pulls back to catch his breath (stupid human lungs, how dare they), it’s to see a very flushed and smiling Rose, and secretly, he’s quite pleased to see that even after all these months, he can still elicit such a reaction from her.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, softly. “Are you all right?”

He beams at her. “Never been better.”

(He kisses her, again.)

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