- The day after returning home to the parallel world, Rose eases the Doctor’s
troubled mind, sort of.
"The only thing you need to worry about is Mum." She smiled as his eyes widened.
"No no, I can’t face the wrath of Jackie Tyler, not yet, anything but that, Rose! What have I done? Tell me what I can do to make it right."
"Relax." She reached a hand out and ran it through his hair. "I just meant that we have to tell my parents I’m not ageing anymore."
His expression softened. “She’s gonna kill me. I’ll regenerate and then she’ll kill me again.” Rose failed to stifle her laughter. “I’m serious! You have no idea how angry she’s gonna be, she’ll start yelling that her little girl isn’t even human anymore and she’ll blame me! I’m actually going to die, of all the ways to go it had to be at the hand of Jackie Tyler!”
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Set in the SwitchVerse.
"And you’re sure that’s going to work?" Rose peered at the little soil filled pot, a tiny piece of TARDIS coral peeking out of the top. She was tired and still half asleep having just been woken by a hyperactive Time Lord brandishing a plant pot.
"Yup." The Doctor grinned, twiddling the pot between his fingers. "We’re going to grow our very own TARDIS."
"In a tiny plant pot?" She eyed him suspiciously. "Where on earth did you find that thing anyway? Are you telling me that while I was sleeping you went to an all night gardening centre just to find a pot for our TARDIS?"
Rose was gently drawn from her sleep as the Doctor began to stroke her hair. “Doctor.” She brought a hand up to her face, rubbing at her eyes.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” He kissed the top of her head, arm wrapping tighter around her as he continued to play with her hair. “I know you’re tired, it’s been a long day. Go back to sleep.”
She smiled despite her drowsiness. “I might be able to if you stopped fidgeting. You don’t have to stay here, you know that right? It can’t be much fun when you don’t sleep as long as I do. I wouldn’t blame you for getting bored.” She shifted to look up at him.
“I’m not bored, Rose. I want to be here, you think I’d miss this?” He kissed her forehead. “You are so, so beautiful and I could never get bored of this. I get to fall asleep with you in my arms, watch you smile in your sleep, wake up to you every morning, the one adventure I thought I could never have.”
She leant up to kiss him. “Can you please stop playing with my hair then? Just let me sleep, I’m absolutely shattered.”
“Sorry. It’s just so soft, and the colour is amazing, unique even. I think I’m going to call it ‘Rose Tyler blonde’, actually I’ve been calling it that for a while now, in my head that is. Oh I’m babbling, sorry, go to sleep.”
With a smile she rested her head back on his chest, the rhythm of his two hearts lulling her back to sleep. “I love you.”
“Shh. I love you too.”
“Oh Rose, my beautiful, beautiful Rose.” The Doctor pulled her into his lap, brown eyes filling with tears at the sight of her crying. She nestled into him, shaking in his embrace as silent sobs wracked through her. He pulled her closer, promising that before long she’d be smiling again; he’d have her crying with laughter and feeling as happy and loved as she made him feel. The only tears he ever wanted to see her cry were ones of joy.
“I don’t care what you say, Doctor, that’s definitely not a cake.”
“But Rose, looks can be deceiving. Just because it doesn’t look like a cake, doesn’t mean it’s not a cake.”
“And sometimes, it doesn’t look like a cake because it’s just not a cake.” She laughed as he pulled a face at her, failing miserably at looking insulted. “Is that a cake?” She pointed at the stall opposite the food stall they were stood at. “Is that book really a cake? I mean that’s some skill to make each page look like paper.”
“Shut up.” He nudged her with his elbow. “A fiver says that that so called apple is a cake.”
“Ten quid says it’s not.” She grinned, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist. “And when the stall owner gets back we ask her what it is.”
“Deal. Be prepared to lose your money, Rose Tyler.”
She bit her lip, suppressing a laugh. “Oh yeah? Let’s see what she has to say about it.” She nodded to indicate the return of the stall owner.
A young woman with long black hair was peering at them from across the stall. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can help me win a bet.” The Doctor grinned. “This fruit isn’t fruit is it? That apple is definitely not an apple, am I right?” She nodded. “Ha! See, Rose? I win!”
She laughed, leaning into him. “No, our bet was whether it’s cake or not.”
“It is cake like.” The woman interrupted them. “But I’m afraid your wife is right, it’s not a cake, technically it’s a biscuit.”
Rose laughed. “Ha! Hand it over, ten quid please.”
The Doctor looked down at his hand, the gold ring sparkling in the light. Wife. “How did you know?”
“Oh that’s easy. I was talking to her about it earlier.”
“What’s this?” Rose curled her fingers around the pendant that had been dropped into her hand. She looked up at the Doctor expecting an answer, but instead was met with his grinning face. “It’s so beautiful, Doctor, thank you. But it’s not a special occasion, so why?”
“Because I love you.” He cupped her face, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
Her grin matched his as she leant into him. “What is it?” She ran her fingers over the smooth stone, marvelling at the way it glowed as if responding to her touch.
“That’s starlight trapped at its centre, other than that it’s just a regular gemstone.” He wrapped his hand around hers and Rose watched the light shine brighter before fading again.
“Starlight?” The Doctor slipped an arm around her waist, kissing the top of her head, the stone glowed brighter. “But it’s sort of blue or green, and why does it glow like that, shouldn’t starlight be constant?”
“Its turquoise, like the TARDIS’ central column, not all starlight is white and yellow, some stars burn with other colours. The glow, well…” He swallowed, Rose turned to look up at him. “It sort of, well, it’s special in the way that it feeds off happiness and love, don’t ask me how, I didn’t stop to ask, but when it glows brighter it’s soaking in even more love.” He carefully took the TARDIS key from round her neck, adding the pendant to the chain.
She smiled as it glowed in his hand. “Yours or mine?”
(Can request a specific Doctor if you like, but only 9/10 - I can’t do Eleven/haven’t tried - I also want to practice Nine so I might choose Nine)