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The Doctor (timelordlastof) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-03 21:18:00

Entry tags:

complete, day four, rose tyler, the doctor

Who: The Doctor and Rose
When: A continuation of this
Where: The TARDIS
What: Catching up
Rating: PG-ish?
Status: Complete

After it was decided that they'd leave the party and go find someplace to catch up in private, the Doctor took Rose's hand and smiled. "Of course you can see her," he nodded, with regard to the TARDIS, where they'd spent so much of their time together in the past. It seemed appropriate, somehow, to rekindle their oddball relationship in such a familiar place, instead of the one they found themselves in at present. That, and the Doctor always felt more comfortable there.

However, after everything that had happened, it was taking a great effort to act normal around her without spilling the beans. But the more that the Doctor saw and experienced in this strange land, the more he wondered whether or not there was any point in keeping it all under wraps.

When they got to the TARDIS, the Doctor grinned happily as he unlocked the door and threw it wide. It was exactly the same, of course, with the notable difference being that the jar with his hand in it was gone. And it wasn't ever coming back.

"Welcome home, Rose Tyler," he smiled, gesturing for her to enter first.

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plusone
2009-04-06 12:32 pm UTC (link)

"Oi, do you have any idea how long this hair took me?" she scolded, carefully patting the top of her head. Still, she grasped the pillow he'd bopped her with and held it close, reveling in the playful banter that had returned almost immediately. In some ways, it really was like she'd never left. Except now she knew to cherish every single second with him.

Rose shrugged, her expression somewhat sheepish. "Technically, I didn't talk to him. Least, not in person. Those journals are pretty handy things, actually. Bit like Facebook with your own handwriting." Not that she'd used the program much, but Mickey had and had talked plenty about it. "But yeah, he was going on and on about immortals versus mortals, and hey, I figure I've my own share of experience with immortals, so I chimed in, and he told me loads about the whole fact versus myth and everything. Oh! Met a vampire slayer's best friend, too, she's nice, talks a lot. This place is sort of incredible if you think about it."

An alien magnet? Her? Well, she knew one alien she was rather hoping to have a magnetic pull with, but most of the time she didn't even think of him as one. And, at his suggestion, she didn't even blink. "Well..." If she wanted to? Was he kidding? "Oh, I don't know. I mean, the rooms here are so comfy and cozy. I mean, I've only been here what, four days? Feels like home already."

And then, to counter every word she had just said, Rose jumped off the bed, huge skirts barely holding her back, and threw her arms around him in a tight hug. "You really mean it?"

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timelordlastof
2009-04-06 01:09 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor smiled. "It's lovely, but I'm still going to bean you when you deserve it," he teased, dancing out of the way before she could make any sort of retaliatory movement.

Well, that made him feel a bit better about things. At least she wasn't getting all comfy and cozy with vampires. One worry off of his mind. Then again with Rose, there were always a thousand more waiting patiently to take it's place. She seemed to always be getting in trouble, had been since the day he'd met her. It stopped surprising him at this point. "It is incredible," he agreed with a shake of his head. "I just wish that this was less of a compulsory visit," the Doctor added with a dirty look in the general direction of the control room of the TARDIS. Not being able to come and go as he pleased was starting to wear on him in a rather odd way. Sometimes it was all he could think about, and others...it just didn't matter.

The Doctor's face fell. He'd never imagined in his wildest dreams that she wouldn't want to come home. But before he could get too upset about it, he had a Rose on top of him. Literally. He'd barely caught her, and had landed on his back in trying to protect her from hitting the floor. Looking up at her with a laugh, the Doctor shook his head at her. "Of course I mean it, you twit," he said, but his tone wasn't a teasing one, more so quiet, emotional. He reached up to stroke her face and sighed. "I want you with me, Rose."

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plusone
2009-04-06 09:20 pm UTC (link)

He'd dubbed her 'jeopardy-friendly' for a reason, and she really did have a tendency to wander off. It wasn't intentional, Rose just had a natural curiosity for things that went on around her. That curiosity hadn't always led to bad things, after all. Her desperation to meet the alternate universe version of her father had led the two of them, plus Mickey, to stopping the invasion of the cybermen. Sure, they'd almost died in the process, but how was that anything new?

A tiny little part of Rose found a hint of vindication in the fact that the Doctor was stuck on this planet, just the same as anyone else. That tiny little part was that piece of her that had been angry with him, knowing what she knew about being able to break through dimensions and yet he hadn't figured it out for her. She'd been trapped on a plain, every day Earth while he continued his voyages around the galaxy.

But it was difficult to be angry when he was holding her, protecting her as he'd always done before that day in Canary Wharf. With a gentle smile, she laced her fingers together and propped her head on his chest, looking up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. If only he'd mean that how she wanted him to. "I think you just miss my French toast," she teased him, though she dropped a playful kiss against his chin. "And my singing in the shower, you know you miss that lovely sound echoing through the TARDIS. Even more when she sang along."

She was really coming back. For whatever time this Jareth person was keeping her for, and longer if she could manage. She'd be home, in the blue police call box that had been such a major part of her life. It didn't get better than that.

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