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dominique012) wrote2007-03-07 11:47 pm
dominique012) wrote2007-03-07 11:47 pm
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Happy!Who fic:Lunch hour
Prompt: Clock
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: None. Well, perhaps Doomsday
Summary: It’s so like her daydream
Note: More Happy!Who. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback/Concrit is most welcome.
She walks out of the Torchwood building, stepping from the cool foyer into the afternoon sun. She pauses for a moment. Men and women stride past, chattering, hurrying in and out, stopping at the nearby café, crossing the street. She breathes in, the beguiling aroma of coffee awakening a slight craving.
She heads over to her favourite bench, near the fountain with the strange sculpture at its center. As she walks, she checks the clock atop Town Hall. One’ o’clock. An hour for lunch.
And then without warning, she sees his smile. Dazzling. She grins to herself. These images come to her every so often-his smile, hair flopping down, incessant babble, the green glow of the console, running, hands, stars…She sighs, but not with sadness. Glad that finally, with these memories, she feels joy, not pain. No more tightening in her chest, no more helpless crying.
She sits down, opens her juice. And thinks of the TARDIS. How that strange rhythmic grinding and whirring ended up touching her like the call of an old friend. Taking a gulp, she frowns, realizing that the sound is getting louder. The sound of the TARDIS?
She twists around to look about her, suddenly wondering if everything has stopped. No, she can see everyone, the cars, the birds, the sunlight bouncing off the water. But she hears nothing. Only that sound.
She’s seen him in her mind plenty of times, stepping lightly out of the TARDIS, his coat flapping. For a while, she felt that image would send her a bit mad.
And now, again, in the sunlight, in this strange state, she sees it.
She sees the TARDIS appear, bright and blue and gorgeous. She sees him step out, look around. It doesn’t take him long to spot her. And when he does, he turns to her and she can see his eyes and that beautiful smile, and Oh God he’s here. She rises from the bench, juice falling to the ground unnoticed.
And now he’s walking towards her and there it is, the smile, the coat, the beautiful, bright, and somehow determined eyes.
And now he’s in front of her, and his hand is touching her hair. She’s afraid, almost, to really look, it’s so like her daydream.
He seems to read her. “It’s me, Rose. I’m really here. We’re really here.”
And now he’s blurry for some reason. She absently wipes her eyes.
And finally he’s touching her. Stroking her cheek with his hand. His hand, warm and real.
She opens her mouth, but finds she can’t speak. She’s confused. Suddenly, after the normal life she’s been living each day, it’s all colours and light and heat and love.
He leans into her until she can feel his lips in her hair, his warm breath on her skin, his arms wrapping around her.
And he whispers, “I’m back. I’m here. And-Rose Tyler, I love you.”
END
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: None. Well, perhaps Doomsday
Summary: It’s so like her daydream
Note: More Happy!Who. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback/Concrit is most welcome.
She walks out of the Torchwood building, stepping from the cool foyer into the afternoon sun. She pauses for a moment. Men and women stride past, chattering, hurrying in and out, stopping at the nearby café, crossing the street. She breathes in, the beguiling aroma of coffee awakening a slight craving.
She heads over to her favourite bench, near the fountain with the strange sculpture at its center. As she walks, she checks the clock atop Town Hall. One’ o’clock. An hour for lunch.
And then without warning, she sees his smile. Dazzling. She grins to herself. These images come to her every so often-his smile, hair flopping down, incessant babble, the green glow of the console, running, hands, stars…She sighs, but not with sadness. Glad that finally, with these memories, she feels joy, not pain. No more tightening in her chest, no more helpless crying.
She sits down, opens her juice. And thinks of the TARDIS. How that strange rhythmic grinding and whirring ended up touching her like the call of an old friend. Taking a gulp, she frowns, realizing that the sound is getting louder. The sound of the TARDIS?
She twists around to look about her, suddenly wondering if everything has stopped. No, she can see everyone, the cars, the birds, the sunlight bouncing off the water. But she hears nothing. Only that sound.
She’s seen him in her mind plenty of times, stepping lightly out of the TARDIS, his coat flapping. For a while, she felt that image would send her a bit mad.
And now, again, in the sunlight, in this strange state, she sees it.
She sees the TARDIS appear, bright and blue and gorgeous. She sees him step out, look around. It doesn’t take him long to spot her. And when he does, he turns to her and she can see his eyes and that beautiful smile, and Oh God he’s here. She rises from the bench, juice falling to the ground unnoticed.
And now he’s walking towards her and there it is, the smile, the coat, the beautiful, bright, and somehow determined eyes.
And now he’s in front of her, and his hand is touching her hair. She’s afraid, almost, to really look, it’s so like her daydream.
He seems to read her. “It’s me, Rose. I’m really here. We’re really here.”
And now he’s blurry for some reason. She absently wipes her eyes.
And finally he’s touching her. Stroking her cheek with his hand. His hand, warm and real.
She opens her mouth, but finds she can’t speak. She’s confused. Suddenly, after the normal life she’s been living each day, it’s all colours and light and heat and love.
He leans into her until she can feel his lips in her hair, his warm breath on her skin, his arms wrapping around her.
And he whispers, “I’m back. I’m here. And-Rose Tyler, I love you.”
END
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1. The ending. ;-)
2. Showing--so quickly it almost gets overlooked--that Rose had not been crushed by her separation from the Doctor. She'd made her peace with the loss, and was still the strong person we love.
Well done!
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I have to say, I read a *lot* of post-Doomsday reunion fics, and no-one ever seems to get the Doctor and Rose's reactions to seeing each other again quite right for me. This is the absolute closest I've ever found :)
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Thank you so much! Thanks to you I feel so muh better!
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that was lovely... :D
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(Anonymous) 2007-03-07 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so glad you liked :)
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Aw, I loved this!!!
That last line was perfect^_^
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I LOVED this little description:
He leans into her until she can feel his lips in her hair, his warm breath on her skin, his arms wrapping around her.
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