Rose Tyler is Bad Wolf (_badwolf_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-20 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | rose tyler, tenth doctor |
Who: Ten & Rose
What: Chit chat and exploration
When: Saturday
Where: The TARDIS
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
They had just gotten back to their own time, their own planet, but Rose didn’t wanna leave quite yet. She hadn’t been able to explore the TARDIS and it didn’t take too much persuasion to let her wander around, taking it all in.
“Which is my room?” She was just randomly walking down the many hallways the TARDIS seemed to have. “Actually don’t tell me! I wanna see if I can remember.” She tossed him a smile, continuing to wander. It was amazing how well time travel seemed to suit her. It was probably the dreams helping her, but she was enjoying every minute of it. That feeling of something more had been filled by a madman in a blue box.
It was fair not to want to go back just yet. After all, Barcelona had been good. The noseless dogs had been gracious hosts and the Doctor and Rose had deserved some graciousness after saving their planet from certain doom by talking down the nearby planet of Badalona (whiskerless cats, go figure) from trying to take claim of the planet. It'd been easy enough after explaining that they didn't want a planet that was 60% water anyway.
Still, it'd been some mild adventuring. No reason to stop there!
"You're just wandering until you find it," the Doctor teased, trailing after Rose as she wandered around the TARDIS and its endless supply of halls and turns.
“Maybe, but it still makes it fun!” Rose had a vague memory of it, but then again, she hadn’t spent too much time there. “Alright, maybe we can make a game outta it? Hot and cold?” As if on cue, they came upon a hallway that split in two. She turned to look at Ten, her eyebrows raised, asking if he was game. “This way?” She started to edge towards the right corridor.
"Hotter is nearer?" Of course, he already knew the answer to that particular question, and so hmmed thoughtfully, tapping a long finger against the stubble on his chin before smiling and shaking his head. "Cold."
She grinned, shaking her head and turned towards the left. She almost skipped through the hallways, the smile still on her face. It was hard to believe that her dreams, the good parts of them, were coming true in real life. The adventure in Barcelona had almost been a laugh; she couldn’t believe it! But she could definitely get use to it.
“Doctor...if something bad happened...could we go somewhere for awhile?” A quick change of subject but it had been on her mind since chatting with Neena. She didn’t think it would go down that way, but it would be nice to have a known way to escape if the worst did happen.
The Doctor had the ability to go from playful to dead serious in the drop of a hat -- and although he was still trailing a bit behind her, his posture had straightened out some, and he was giving the back of her head a very thoughtful stare.
"Why would anything bad happen?" He countered, curious. The fact of the matter was this: there was very little that the Doctor wouldn't do to keep Rose safe. But running hardly seemed like the most ideal of options. There were few reasons someone like him ever needed to run -- and every time he did, it was for someone else's sake, not his own.
She shrugged as they came to a three way intersection. She turned in a full circle, pointing to each corridor. “No reason really.” It took her a moment to actually look him in the eye and found she just couldn’t lie to him. “I have a friend who’s been having some trouble. And I offered to help.” She didn’t go into too much information, not wanting him to worry. The probability of anything happening at all was slim.
Still, better prepared than not at all.
“This way?” She tried to ask in an innocent voice, nodding her head to the left.
"Cold," he said, no longer really paying attention to the game at all, but still somehow playing all the same. The Doctor slipped his hands into the pockets of his brown slacks and turned toward the middle and right corridors without making a choice one way or the other.
"What sort of trouble is your friend in?"
Rose hesitated but followed after him, choosing the middle. “It’s this long story. There’s this girl in trouble, I guess she’s been...manufactured almost?” She glanced at him, her steps slowing so they could walk side by side. Her hands were shoved into her pockets, eyes staring at the floor in front of her. “Turns out my friend is her mother and she wants to protect her. There are people after her. I told her I would help out when I could. Be a look out or just back her up.” She shrugged as if it were no big deal.
She stopped, turning to look at the Doctor. “You won’t tell anyone? She trusted me with this, it’s important.” Not that she thought the Doctor would run around telling everyone this little secret. But she didn’t want it to seem like she just shared her friend’s secrets with anyone. No, the Doctor would be the only one.
The Doctor considered that for a moment, matching his pace with Rose's until they were more meandering than anything else. It didn't matter, not really. The TARDIS was good for long strolls - it was interesting in that it made up as much space as was needed. Bigger in the inside just barely covered it even if it was the easiest way to describe Time Lord technology.
"I won't tell anyone," he agreed -- because frankly, it wasn't as if he went around spilling secrets. The only people he talked to often were Rose and Gwen, anyhow. "But if you or they need help at all -- no matter what, you call me Rose." He could help fix things -- that was what he did. Why he had the name he did.
Rose grinned and reached out to take his hand. She knew he would have that response, that he would help anyone that needed it. “Thank you,” she said, the seriousness of their conversation now over. It was still true; the Doctor had this amazing way of making her feel light as a feather. The small burden she had felt with Neena had suddenly vanished, knowing that the Doctor would take care of them.
“Alright then. I feel like we’re getting closer.” She glanced around, the mood again changed. “Perhaps one hallway away?”
There was no need for thanking him, and so he saw no real reason to say 'you're welcome' either - not in this instance. He'd always do what he could for Rose - even if there was a possibility of her not wanting his help in the future. That, he pointedly ignored.
"Do you think?" He asked, peering down the hall as if he'd never seen it before in his life before offered Rose a playful side glance. "I don't know, you're leading here, aren't you?"
“Am I? I thought you were leading this time around!” She grinned, pulling him down one corridor after another. “Oh, is this where the pool is?” She opened a door only to find it was actually the library. She made a face, closing the door. “Alright, so it’s obvious my orientation is a little off. Help me get back on track?”
The Doctor laughed, squeezed her hand a little before reopening the door to the library and leading her inside. "I happen to know a short cut," he admitted, just a little teasingly. "but I obviously wasn't leading. We were playing a game and I wasn't supposed to tell you."
Despite his words, he shuffled them through a good portion of the bottom floor of the library until he reached a door and tugged it open -- revealing another hall.
“Of course, right right,” she said, nodding her head and trying to put on a serious face. “This was just a little hint, right? Just to get me on track again.” She dropped his hand for a moment, looking up at the expanse of the library. “Wow. This is quite a library. Have you actually read everything in here?” She turned to follow him, glancing back at the closed door. “A pretty nice shortcut! And we’re back on our way! This way then!” She pulled him down another hall.
“If I ever find my room, can we have a sleepover again? Like the one we had with Gwen, but this time I can actually sleep in my bed! And you’ll be around the whole time for all those fun future deciding games.” She grinned, remembering their drunken silliness. “I’ll even bring over a box of Gwen’s favorite wine!”
"Just a little one," he agreed, even though in all honesty Rose's room was really easy to get to from the main console -- she'd just turned the wrong way before asking for help or direction and now they were going in a bit of a loop to get back. The Doctor didn't really see anything wrong with taking the scenic route. It never hurt to know where the library was, and the pool wasn't far off from here either.
"Most of it, in one life or another. Time travel is amazing for finishing off series of books, you know. No waiting necessary!" Which was really nice, actually, because John was impatient in some instances.
He maybe guided her a little by tugging her hand slightly to the left when they hit another fork in the road. "Don't see why not, it's not like it isn't your room, right?" Most others might have to ask permission but Rose Tyler could come and go as she liked and he'd never object. "And she likes the blush types."
“Ah, the wonders of time travel! How long did you about Dumbledore’s death before everyone else?” She laughed, letting him steer her towards the right way. “Brilliant! I’ll give Gwen a text and see what works best for her. Maybe we can take a dip in the pool? And I haven’t met her boyfriend yet! Is he a nice bloke? She seems pretty head over heels for him.” At least, from what Rose could remember from that night.
“How did the two of you meet? You seem very close.”
"Long enough," it wasn't even really a tease -- he'd read through those books without waiting - had known years ahead of time what would happen by the end. It'd been difficult to not talk about it for a minute there.
"Michael? He's brilliant. Really nice. Took him to a Beatles concert not too long ago. He seemed to enjoy it." Because obviously the Doctor would just take someone to a concert of one of the most influential bands of an era. Why not?
"Me and Gwen? Oh. Hm. We met at a coffee shop, actually." Apparently that was just normal for John Smith. "We were both new to the area and looking for a place."
“You took Gwen’s boyfriend to a Beatles concert? The Beatles? Not just a cover band??” Rose couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. What it would be like to see and meet all these influential people! It was crazy! She tried to think of someone she really wanted to see, but couldn’t think of any names. She had thought about visiting her father again, but her dream proved that that might be a bad idea.
“A coffee shoppe? Seems like that’s how you meet all the important girls in your life.” She gave him that smile with her tongue just poking out, teasing him. Strange how easy it was for her to read his thoughts without even knowing it.
“We’re getting close,” she said as they rounded another corner. And then suddenly she knew. “It’s that one!” She grinned, pulling him along as she walked towards the door. It was like arriving at her house after having been away for some long; a welcome sight for sore eyes.
“Strange, why am I nervous?” she asked, the hint of a nervous laugh in her voice.
Of course The Beatles. What was the point of having a time machine if you just felt like going to tribute concerts? Who even really went to tribute concerts? Was that a thing that there was a lot of demand for? Strange.
The Doctor shook his head, decided it was just best not to answer and then leaned against the wall next to her room. And it was her room, she wasn’t wrong. “What can I say? I like coffee. It only stands to reason, I suppose.”
He glanced from her toward the door and smiled gently. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he said gently. Although he suspected a great deal of apprehension over that jean skirt that was also overalls.
She looked over at him and grinned, reaching out to grasp the door handle and let it turn. She pushed the door in, glancing into the room before it was fully open. Everything came flooding back as she took it in, her smile growing even more.
It was simply furnished with a bed, dresser, closet, and nightstand. She opened the closet, taking in all her outfits and grinning. “Some of these I don’t remember. Oh! But you have my Union Jack shirt!” She pulled it out, grinning. “And you made fun of me for it,” she said, holding it up to her and looking at him. She moved some things around, wondering if this was sort of a spoiler. She spied a 50’s looking outfit as well as a...what was that? A jean jumper? She frowned, closing the door and walking over to the nightstand.
There was a picture of her mum and dad, one of Mickey. But she picked up the last picture, framed of her and the Doctor...her current Doctor. “We look so coupley...I guess I can see why people think we’re together.” She looked at him and gave him a shy smile, looking back down at the picture. It seemed to help with that tiny fear that her and this new Doctor wouldn’t be as close.
She kind of wanted to take the picture with her, but set it back down on the nightstand, the smile on her face permanently stuck there. She had found her room and it felt like going back home. “Well, it’s nice to know I have another room if it’s needed,” she said, taking his arm and steering them back out. “But for now, what do you say to dinner?”
The picture wasn't going anywhere -- Rose could come look at it whenever she wanted and the Doctor wouldn't ever object. Even with so many other people bothering him for a ride for their own personal reasons (something he disapproved of highly, even if no one else seemed to get that), Rose never seemed to. She'd always have a spot here.
"How's the very first New York pizza parlor sound?" He asked, running his hand absently over the footboard of Rose's bed.
It was hard to not give up on real life completely and just travel around with John. If he had asked her, she would have said yes in a heartbeat. But they were too sensible for that here. Still, she didn’t mind. They had days like this where they could do whatever they wanted, spend as much time away from real life, but still be back in time for work the next morning.
“I think,” she started, walking over to link arms with his, “ that it sounds rather brilliant. But I wouldn’t think anything less from you. It’s a date!”