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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-11 22:10:00

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!active, day 26, location: gas station, rose tyler, the doctor (ten)

Who: Rose Tyler and the Tenth Doctor
What: Confessions? Confrontations? Whatever, it could get messy or be adorable, we don't make the call
When: Day 26, 11am
Where: Gas Station
Rating: PG-13 for Rose's mouth
Status: Incomplete

It was chilly again. Sure, they didn't have decomposing bodies lying around, why not have it be nice and cool again? Idiots. The smell probably would have bothered her more if she hadn't been dealing with reeling emotions. Chris had just been bitten by the zombie woman lying beside him, and then there was her own wake-up gift. And she was on her way to see him. Alive and well. And she wouldn't be able to deny any longer that it wasn't simply because she worried for her still-living friend that she'd panicked on seeing him dead.

The truth was, Rose wanted to still be angry with the older, younger-looking Time Lord. She'd been hurt. Devastated, even. Once again treated like a small child who couldn't take care of herself. But she'd thought about it. She'd listened to what Chris had said, what Jack had said, and eventually even what her Doctor had said. As angry and hurt as she'd been, Rose knew why he'd done what he had. That didn't make it any easier to deal with the fact that she'd been lied to. Or that he'd listened to her and she'd trusted him even with him knowing who he would eventually be to her.

And yet, she was walking to the gas station as it neared eleven, her hooded jacket pulled tightly around her, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She didn't think he could ever hurt her. Not physically, at least. But it was the emotional scars he'd left that she feared reopening. It didn't matter. She wanted this. She wanted to talk to him, to have her questions answered and to hear what he had to say. For better or for worse, right? What was the worst that could happen?

Well. Other than the row to end all rows leading to her not traveling with his regenerated self.

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fromgallifrey
2009-10-15 12:32 pm UTC (link)

"Well, that 'they' doesn't actually exist. At least not to my face anyway. You're not going to seriously start calling me ten, are you?" It was sort of a morbid, thought really. 'Ten.' He'd hit double digits. When had that happened? It was sort of like when humans started rolling over the hill.. Or down the hill. Or off the cliff. Whatever, you hit double digits you knew you were close to the end of the line - just three more goes at it before-- well, before there weren't anymore goes left.

when she said that they were both the Doctor, well it was sort of a relief, answered his question quite properly. At least she wouldn't go running around calling him 'Ten' all the time. Hopefully the fad wouldn't catch on, either. He'd have to kick whoever had brought up the whole numbering convention at all, see if they wanted to be known as 1967 or something similar.

"We're similar men," he corrected. "Had a whole lot go on since I was last him." He swayed a little, mirroring that small smile of hers and it'd hang there as long as hers did fading as she looked away. He'd follow her eyes and come back again, brown finding hazel in a familiar pattern.

"You've always sort of had that Spidey-Sense, haven't you?" He was trying to make light, Rose, forgive him. "You trusted Jack when I probably wouldn't have given him a second look and see how that turned out?" Well, you didn't know the half of how it turned out, you'd just have to believe him on that one.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-10-15 01:28 pm UTC (link)

She smiled a little more brightly when he teased her for her so-called Spidey-sense. Maybe he was right. Maybe she did. But she also knew there was more to the faith she'd put into John Smith. "I have to confess, if Jack hadn't had those dimples, I might not have been so ready to trust him either. Plus, he was a pretty brilliant dancer." And hey, he'd saved her from crash-landing in the middle of 1940's London and plummeting to her death. You tended to trust a man after that. "Makes you wonder what was so trustworthy about you."

Rose hopped down from the counter, closing the distance between them. She looked up into those dark brown eyes, trying to find traces of the blue-eyed Time Lord behind them. It was there. If either of them knew it, she didn't know, but they both shared what Sarah Jane had called a haunted look. And it was enough to soothe her tired, frayed nerves.

Gingerly, she reached up a hand, tracing the skin just beneath the dark bruise spreading over his cheek. "You're hurt," Rose said softly. "Have to be careful about that. You regenerate here and it'll be all kinds of weird. Hard enough explaining two of you as it is, isn't it?" See? She could admit he had his own struggles to deal with. "I'm sorry," she added a breath later. "I was angry. And hurt. I thought you didn't trust me. I... I'm just really sorry."

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fromgallifrey
2009-10-17 01:25 am UTC (link)

John Smith breathed out his nose a little as she mentioned John's dimples and dancing. "I'll have you know I'm a pretty brilliant dancer myself," he retorted. But, you knew that already, didn't you Rose Tyler?

He was sucking his teeth a little, rocking back and forth on the edges of his feet as she came up closer, looking deep and searchingly into his eyes. He couldn't help it, his breath hitched. What was she looking for? Perhaps that's why his expression turned a little concerned, looking back and trying to get a read on the hazel ones his opposite. "Hello." He said again quietly. You saw him in there, didn't you, Rose?

There was a sharp, involuntary intake of breath as her hand came up warm against his cool skin, reminding him of that bruise he'd earned. He had enough restraint not to lean into that touch, he didn't have enough to keep his eyes open, though. They slipped shut a moment in response, taking comfort in that gentle attention.

Though, when that half-serious joke came flitting out of Rose Tyler's mouth, the Doctor's eyes came back open again, the wall was back in place. "Me,too," he'd reply in a low voice.

"Though, if there's anything I believe in, Rose Tyler. Anything I trust, it's you." It was a sincere, warm tone that you probably hadn't heard from him before - mostly because everything he'd said prior had been coated in a bit of fabrication and these words were webbed in nothing but truth.

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