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The Bits In Between
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Category:
1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
6,037
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Dr. Who, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Unquiet Dead
“I should go change. Now, if I can only remember where the wardrobe room is." Rose stared intently at the door leading to the rest of the TARDIS, willing it to tell her where to go.
The Doctor shook his head and smiled. “I’ll take you, just give me a mo’.” He flicked a few more switches and checked the monitor. “Right then, shall we?” He offered her his arm like earlier that evening before it all went pear shaped.
“It’s going to take some getting used to,” Rose said, mostly to herself.
“Don’t worry, she can be overwhelming. I’ll draw you a map.”
“No, I mean thanks but it was like you were saying, a different morality and everything. Gwyneth understood that, didn’t she?”
“Yep. You understand more than you think, though.”
They kept walking, making occasional turns. Rose had the fleeting thought of being walked home at the end of a date. Not a traditional one to be sure, but the ingredients were there. He had even told her she looked beautiful. Of course, he quickly added the human bit, but she still smiled at the memory.
It frightened him how natural this felt. She on his arm all dressed up. Like a proper date. It wasn’t. It never could be. But for a little while it didn’t hurt to pretend.
When they reached the door, they weren’t quite sure what to do. If it were, in fact, a proper date, there would only be one logical thing to do. So, the Doctor, being a logical fellow, did it.
At first, it didn’t register to Rose what was happening. There was just no way the Doctor was kissing her. So, logically, that meant it was a dream. And if it were a dream, she would not be responsible for her actions. So, she kissed him back.
He lifted his hands to her face and gently tilted her head back to give a better angle. Before she could stop herself, she sighed against his lips.
He suddenly dropped his hands and jumped back like he was burned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…you get our things and I’ll leave you that map to show you to a room you can use.” He couldn’t look at her; he was too embarrassed and ashamed of himself. She was probably disgusted with him. Before she had chance to say so, he walked quickly away.
She stood there bewildered. Had that just happened? Wasn’t it going well? Did she do something wrong? She obviously was getting answers from him this time. She went in and gathered her clothes and found some temporary sleepwear. She regretted the fact that her impulsiveness meant she had none of her things. Maybe they could fix that. When she got out, as promised, there was a map.
It had a path drawn to where she was to what she guessed was the living areas. One room was marked with the word “Yours” and a note, “If you need anything, you’ll find me here.” An arrow was drawn from the room he marked to the one directly across the hall. It said, “Mine.” She smiled as she made her way there.
The Doctor shook his head and smiled. “I’ll take you, just give me a mo’.” He flicked a few more switches and checked the monitor. “Right then, shall we?” He offered her his arm like earlier that evening before it all went pear shaped.
“It’s going to take some getting used to,” Rose said, mostly to herself.
“Don’t worry, she can be overwhelming. I’ll draw you a map.”
“No, I mean thanks but it was like you were saying, a different morality and everything. Gwyneth understood that, didn’t she?”
“Yep. You understand more than you think, though.”
They kept walking, making occasional turns. Rose had the fleeting thought of being walked home at the end of a date. Not a traditional one to be sure, but the ingredients were there. He had even told her she looked beautiful. Of course, he quickly added the human bit, but she still smiled at the memory.
It frightened him how natural this felt. She on his arm all dressed up. Like a proper date. It wasn’t. It never could be. But for a little while it didn’t hurt to pretend.
When they reached the door, they weren’t quite sure what to do. If it were, in fact, a proper date, there would only be one logical thing to do. So, the Doctor, being a logical fellow, did it.
At first, it didn’t register to Rose what was happening. There was just no way the Doctor was kissing her. So, logically, that meant it was a dream. And if it were a dream, she would not be responsible for her actions. So, she kissed him back.
He lifted his hands to her face and gently tilted her head back to give a better angle. Before she could stop herself, she sighed against his lips.
He suddenly dropped his hands and jumped back like he was burned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…you get our things and I’ll leave you that map to show you to a room you can use.” He couldn’t look at her; he was too embarrassed and ashamed of himself. She was probably disgusted with him. Before she had chance to say so, he walked quickly away.
She stood there bewildered. Had that just happened? Wasn’t it going well? Did she do something wrong? She obviously was getting answers from him this time. She went in and gathered her clothes and found some temporary sleepwear. She regretted the fact that her impulsiveness meant she had none of her things. Maybe they could fix that. When she got out, as promised, there was a map.
It had a path drawn to where she was to what she guessed was the living areas. One room was marked with the word “Yours” and a note, “If you need anything, you’ll find me here.” An arrow was drawn from the room he marked to the one directly across the hall. It said, “Mine.” She smiled as she made her way there.