Rose Tyler (dieinbattle) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-01-02 19:43:00 |
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The Doctor wasn’t sure why he was nervous, he wasn’t even entirely sure he was supposed to be nervous. It was Rose, someone he knew, trusted, felt comfortable with; yet, here he was, concerned for some reason about meeting up with her. They hadn’t talked much since their time in Colorado, and what moments they had spent talking had turned into a bit of an argument. Of course he’d thought that was over, that the argument had been moved on from. Yet, their talking had remained pretty scarce and it had taken the alien some time to realize, it probably meant there was some animosity still.
He didn’t know what it was about, or why she was angry with him; he supposed it was something he said, or did, and he didn’t really know what that was. It was an odd feeling, not knowing. He usually liked that feeling, the not knowing, the mystery, but now it made him apprehensive. Mostly because it was Rose and it was an odd feeling to have with her. Approaching her assigned quarters in Atlantis, the bowtie clad Doctor cleared his throat and knocked rather quickly on her door, stepping back from the door and furrowing his brow, not sure what to do with his hands, or feet, or anything really. He wasn’t usually much for knocking. Tended to barge into things. Rocking a bit on booted feet, the tweed wearing Time Lord found himself thinking that eternity was passing before Rose finally opened up. Stressed wasn’t really the way to put it - on top of work, going to some random Vampire-related place, breaking her arm and then just...carrying on as if that had been completely normal had definitely driven Rose away from tackling any of the issues that had arisen between herself and the Doctor. Jack, Ianto and- strangely enough the Leonardo Da Vinci were around as company on occasion, but she couldn’t exactly impose herself on her friends every time she felt vaguely angry at any of the situations at hand. Rather than actually try to talk to him, though, she just...continued to ignore it and let the weird distance between them grow. It was weird - he was different. There really was no escaping how night-and-day different this version of the Doctor was from her version and when she’d made the fatal mistake of looking up their ‘source material’, he was apparently the eleventh - although there was a lot of debate about whether it was actually eleven and how to count in-between versions of the Doctor and Rose had slammed her laptop shut pretty damn quickly after that, deciding she would rather not know. It was late afternoon when she heard a knock at her door and stood up, making the effort to throw on an outfit rather than answer it to somebody in a baggy shirt and a holey pair of sweatpants. “...Doctor? Wow, uh- hi!” she smiled, relaxing a little despite the tension between them. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you- isn’t there still like, trouble at the base?” The Doctor blinked when she opened the door, as if almost surprised she’d actually be there. He looked confused half a second, then nodded quickly, “Right! Yes, well, yes there’s always trouble at the base, but they can handle it,” Offered as The Doctor stepped forward and past her, looking around the room quickly, while he spoke--mostly because the Doctor was incapable of sitting still. Running his finger over a picture frame, looked at his finger, then the picture, and then tilted it off its axis a bit on purpose. He kept meandering through the room, then looked back at her while walking, “I just wanted to say hi. Talk. We do that, right? Just talk? We’re pretty good at that. I mean usually after some grand adventure, far less of those these days, but still talking can be fun. You like talking right?” He finally came to a stop, turning to face her with his hands resting in front of him, probably the longest his hands had stayed still, “So, Rose, hello! How are you?” “Talk. I mean, you’re very good at talking,” she teased lightly as he messed with her flat - of course he was. Typical, really. “I’m alright, though. The grand adventure was kind of- messed up, towards the end. The weird hybrid army? I don’t really know what to think of all that. They were trying to kill us and going for the throat, but it still felt wrong letting them just get beaten down by everybody else with powers,” she paused. “Not that I could have done much. As soon as I was taken down I was pretty much stuck down,” she knew that wasn’t exactly why he was here but he was probably one of few people who could understand being sympathetic to the people actively trying to murder you. She didn’t even know how consciously they’d been attacking them. She walked over to the sofa and sat down, knocking one of the cushions off and patting the seat next to her. “Here. If you want to sit. I dunno how long you’re planning on staying.” “I suppose I am, yes; well, it’s just because there’s so much in the Universe to talk about, and what else does one do when standing still in time? No… running, or adventures, or exploring to be done. Talking’s about all that’s left, really, right? So better be good at it sometimes.” Thinking a moment, he then nodded and moved to drop into the seat next to her. Sitting a moment, looking a bit awkward about it, then finally leaning back. Shaking his head, he looked over to her and raised a brow, “Long as you want--unless you wanted me to leave? Did you need me to leave? I’m not interrupting am I? Were you dusting the plants?” Then immediately became distracted again, “Right! Your adventure! Yes, you fought a war against some nasty demon vampire creatures didn’t you--were they actually demon vampires, or were they aliens? In my experience, they always end up being aliens… are you alright? You didn’t get hurt did you? Oh, did you punch any in the face? Seems a rather heroic thing to do in a heroic setting.” |