The Bits In Between
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Category:
1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
6,073
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.
Father's Day
Rose squeezed the Doctor’s hand and gave him a weak smile before walking away. He knew she had one hell of a day. He also knew he was just as much to blame for the day’s events as she was.
He should have never taken her back the second time, but he couldn’t refuse her. He was too far gone to do that. That’s the real reason why he fought with her. Yes, she had messed up but he just used that as an excuse. He was much angrier at himself than he was at her. He was angry for going back. He was angry at the paradox. He was angry for letting himself get too close.
That’s why he yelled at her. He foolishly thought if he made her mad enough and said plenty of hurtful things, he would believe them and she would be less desirable. It was all he could do to not comfort her when she was upset. It would have negated the effect of making it appear like he didn’t care. He didn’t really group her with the stupid apes. He knew there were plenty of them.
He knew it was a wasted effort, when, as soon as trouble appeared, his first thought was to save her. She was right about him being bothered about no longer being the most important man in her life. Of course, that meant before that, he was, and through terrible circumstance, he was again. That wasn’t how he would have had it happen. He wished he could give her back her father but something were even beyond a Time Lord. However, if she had her father, he probably would have never met her. The selfish part of him thanked Pete Tyler. Even without her dad, he could see his influence all over Rose’s life. She really was quite extraordinary.
He decided he would give her as much time as she needed and took off for the study. To his surprise, she was there. Her jacket was off and she was curled up in one of the oversized chairs behind one of the desks. He could see she had been crying, still was. He was torn between giving her privacy and holding her close and promising to chase away the pain.
“Sorry, I’ll go if you like.”
She looked up and knew she looked a fright. As she wiped away her mascara she said, “No, I want you to stay.”
He sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to him and she joined him. Without thinking, they instantly reached for each other’s hands.
He nudged her shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“I will be. It’s just almost too much to take. But that’s not fair is it? I only lost two people I care about. You lost everything.”
“Don’t worry about me. I chose to put myself in those circumstances.” Then it registered what she said. “How do you mean two?”
“Dad, of course, and you. That was almost harder to take. I was used to not having Dad around, but when that thing took you, I went numb.”
It was all he could do not to smile at that. It gave him hope that maybe she felt the same as him. He let go of her hand and put his arm around her, pulling her close. He kissed the top of her head.
“This is nice.” She wrapped her arm around him. The emotion of the day exhausted her. He soon heard her lightly snoring. He picked her up and carried her to her room. As he laid her on her bed she woke slightly. “Stay with me.”
He knew it was a bad idea, but he took off his jacket and shoes and climbed into the bed next to her, pulling her to him. He heard her mumble, “Nothing bad could happen where we’re like this.” And he believed her.
He should have never taken her back the second time, but he couldn’t refuse her. He was too far gone to do that. That’s the real reason why he fought with her. Yes, she had messed up but he just used that as an excuse. He was much angrier at himself than he was at her. He was angry for going back. He was angry at the paradox. He was angry for letting himself get too close.
That’s why he yelled at her. He foolishly thought if he made her mad enough and said plenty of hurtful things, he would believe them and she would be less desirable. It was all he could do to not comfort her when she was upset. It would have negated the effect of making it appear like he didn’t care. He didn’t really group her with the stupid apes. He knew there were plenty of them.
He knew it was a wasted effort, when, as soon as trouble appeared, his first thought was to save her. She was right about him being bothered about no longer being the most important man in her life. Of course, that meant before that, he was, and through terrible circumstance, he was again. That wasn’t how he would have had it happen. He wished he could give her back her father but something were even beyond a Time Lord. However, if she had her father, he probably would have never met her. The selfish part of him thanked Pete Tyler. Even without her dad, he could see his influence all over Rose’s life. She really was quite extraordinary.
He decided he would give her as much time as she needed and took off for the study. To his surprise, she was there. Her jacket was off and she was curled up in one of the oversized chairs behind one of the desks. He could see she had been crying, still was. He was torn between giving her privacy and holding her close and promising to chase away the pain.
“Sorry, I’ll go if you like.”
She looked up and knew she looked a fright. As she wiped away her mascara she said, “No, I want you to stay.”
He sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to him and she joined him. Without thinking, they instantly reached for each other’s hands.
He nudged her shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“I will be. It’s just almost too much to take. But that’s not fair is it? I only lost two people I care about. You lost everything.”
“Don’t worry about me. I chose to put myself in those circumstances.” Then it registered what she said. “How do you mean two?”
“Dad, of course, and you. That was almost harder to take. I was used to not having Dad around, but when that thing took you, I went numb.”
It was all he could do not to smile at that. It gave him hope that maybe she felt the same as him. He let go of her hand and put his arm around her, pulling her close. He kissed the top of her head.
“This is nice.” She wrapped her arm around him. The emotion of the day exhausted her. He soon heard her lightly snoring. He picked her up and carried her to her room. As he laid her on her bed she woke slightly. “Stay with me.”
He knew it was a bad idea, but he took off his jacket and shoes and climbed into the bed next to her, pulling her to him. He heard her mumble, “Nothing bad could happen where we’re like this.” And he believed her.