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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-10 09:45:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 18, location: in town, rose tyler, the doctor (ten)

Day 18: 9:32 AM

Who: John Smith and Rose Tyler
Where: In town, nearest landmark: the Theatre
When: Day 18: 9:32AM
What:  Being obscure
Rating: G, PG perhaps

Status: Active

Well, wasn't that just something special. Really, that whole bit back there in the barn? That was something special. It was the sort of thing that left the Doctor fuming. He was furious. Couldn't rightfully say who he was so angry with; but, he was pretty darn mad. He'd been walking for a while now, trainer-clad steps nearly pounding on the pavement as he tried to pick a direction. Before he knew it, the Doctor was at the thrift store where he changed his clothes. Out of that suit and into a pair of denims and a sweatshirt. He was soaked to the bone, after all. The trenchcoat for all of it's virtues was far from waterproof. So, he'd found a backpack and put his wet clothes into it before heading out again. Even his hair was smushed down and out of it's rebellious state by the opressive rain. 

Deciding a break might be in his best interest, the Doctor slid up under the maquis of the theater trying to duck out of the intermittant rain. He could hide under there for a few minutes and try and root out the cause of his frustration. He hadn't lied. He hadn't done the wrong thing; yet, there he was kicking himself. Most of it was because he should have nipped this entire thing in the bud. He should have ignored Remy LeBeau from day one - then he wouldn't be in this ridiculous predicament. Then there was the trouble with Nine and Jack. Oh, that was enough to make him groan out loud, and that he did, pressing palm to forehead. With the rain keeping everyone in their right mind indoors the Doctor wasn't so worried about being found in this moment of vulnerability and annoyance. This whole thing had gone south so quickly and there was nothing that this Doctor liked less than a situation he didn't have absolute and complete control over. Fantastic. 

Sliding down the wall he pulled those knees up and those red Chucks up closer squinting off in the direction of that damned post office. Stupid thing. Plucking out his journal he found that damned survey and started filling it out. It was more important to get reconnected with his fellow captives than be spiteful toward the people in charge of this place.



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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-10 02:27 pm UTC (link)
For most people on a rainy day, they weren't likely to get found. But Rose Tyler liked the rain. A great deal. And she was definitely not in her right mind. And she needed to walk. What she'd really like to do was do as that one girl had said and go abuse the punching bag in the gym. But walking would do. She'd jog but for the fear of slipping in this mud and rendering herself injured. She felt helpless enough, she sure didn't need to have anyone fawning over her or protecting her further.

How could he? Who the hell did Remy LeBeau think he was? It was crap is what it was. He didn't know her. And he didn't know the Doctor. Not like she did. No one did. Well, maybe someone somewhere...

Oh, it was enough to make her queasy. This place... Why couldn't it make sense? Those fragments, those pieces of something she felt she was supposed to know... They were all swirling in her head and she knew she needed to take the time to think on it but she couldn't. She was angry and frustrated and ready to snap.

Until she saw the rather forlorn looking figure off to the side of the theater. Part of the puzzle. She knew he was. He had to be. Why was he so interested in her? How did he always act like he knew her and why did she trust him without batting an eye? Rose slipped under the overhang and stood beside him, her figure not casting a shadow on Dr. John Smith of the short-strawed Smiths of Smithton due to the overcast day. "Never seen you out of a suit," she said quietly down to him. "Not a bad image, really."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 02:36 pm UTC (link)
He hadn't seen Rose Tyler coming. If he had, he might have actually gotten up and walked away. Because, really, it wasn't a very good idea for him to be around her at all, let alone in a state like this. A state of fury and disgust and moderate to high self loathing. He'd done and said some very mean things lately, Rose Tyler. Things you wouldn't like knowing your Doctor was capable of.

She stood there beside him, looking down at him with an expression that he really couldn't read. He could tell she wasn't happy; but why?

"Not often I'm not in my suit; got a bit damp, though," he volunteered, looking back out at the rain. He was sorry to be so abrupt Rose, especially when you seemed to be upset; but, he was a little bit occupied at the moment. Occupied with how he was going to get you out of here. You and everyone else. You'd all be leaving soon enough. The Doctor demanded it.

"What's got you out in the rain?" His voice was quiet like hers. Nice little conversation, yes?

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-10 05:31 pm UTC (link)
She didn't sit beside him, as she was tempted to do. Instead she remained standing but leaned against the wall, also facing out. Two could be moody and miserable just as well as one could.

"Went following someone," she admitted, annoyance in her tone. "Thought a nice walk would be lovely." The tone Rose was using was sarcastic, even bitter. It was bad enough to know that the Doctor, her Doctor, as he kept being called, would someday be someone else's. But she'd gone and let Remy in to that part of her that wanted to care about him. Damn her and her huge heart. He was nothing but another Jimmy Stone all over again.

She should've slapped him. She might feel better had she just slapped him. Done her mum proud and all. Course, the last man she'd seen her mum slap was the Doctor, and that just made her bitter all over again.

"Rain's not so bad, though," she added a few breaths later. "Worse back home some days, you know?" Well, she had to assume he knew. He sounded British enough, even if she was ninety-eight percent certain there was no Smithton.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 06:02 pm UTC (link)
Of course she didn't sit beside him. That would have been too welcome of a comfort and the universe appeared to be hell bent on punishing the Doctor for something today. What he'd done to deserve the past 48 hours... well, he could think of a few things. Though, really, hadn't he made up for all that yet?

"It is a lovely day for a walk," he said quietly fingers tapping on his kneecaps. "Who managed to get you to chase after them today, Rose Tyler?" Probably Jack. Jack was good at making people chase him. Maybe Nine, too. Nine could have managed to get her to play a game of run and follow. She was good at that.

"Yes," he knew the rain could be worse back in Britain. Though, it could be worse on Jupo, too. There is rained for years. Where'd the rain go? Well, it was a funny sort of rain the evaporated quickly due to it's checmical composition; so it'd rain and be soaked up again so quickly that it was almost constantly refuelling it's own humidity.

He dared to look up at her again, his brow wrinkling a bit as it rose a little in question. She looked hurt. "You need an ear to bend?" He asked her quietly.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-10 07:09 pm UTC (link)
Oh, she knew she shouldn't. It was ridiculous the way she kept running to him. She was an adult and could handle her problems on her own. But these days there seemed to be so many of them. And he was a stranger, no matter how very much he acted like he knew her. It wasn't like the Doctor, who she'd have to deal with when they got out of there, or Jack, who'd shared like, quiet talks with her between trips. He was the neutral third party that she really, really needed.

So Rose slid down the wall, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The sweatshirt he was wearing looked so big and comfortable that it was everything she could do not to just bury her face in his shoulder and cry in it.

Instead, she leaned her head back, staring up at the marquis. "How well do you know Remy?" she questioned, not glancing at him. Looking at him would require staring into those soulful looking brown eyes, and she wasn't sure she could do that just then. It hurt already, she didn't need it to ache.

But her question answered both of his questions. It was Remy she'd wandered off with, and she was desperately in need of an ear to bend. But she wanted him to talk, too. And she was relatively sure he needed it as much as she did.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 07:36 pm UTC (link)
He'd seen that look before, the one where Rose's head tilted back and it looked like she was trying to keep everything that was in her head from rolling out her eyes. So, he did the only thing that came naturally, he slipped an arm up across her shoulder, his hand offering a firm squeeze at the other end. John Smith knew you were upset, Rose Tyler.

How well do you know Remy?

Well, that was a question he hadn't expected.

"Well as anyone, I suppose," and better than most.

The Doctor raised his brows a little, not really bothering to try and catch Rose's eyes. No, that'd be a bit much. Physical contact was a bit much, too. He couldn't just let her crumble there, knowing what he knew.

"Stuck his foot in it, eh?"

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-10 10:47 pm UTC (link)
Though his action surprised her, she didn't turn it away. She found it hard not to just nestle into him. The warmth he offered was so needed just then. She loved the Doctor, more than she wanted to admit. Even if she did have to admit it, today to Remy, who'd turned her world upside down. And she loved Jack, too, with his warm hugs and his gentle teasing. But John was someone who wasn't attached to that time. And he knew Remy.

"You live with him, though, don't you? In the barn?" Overstepping her bounds? Maybe. But she needed to know. There were just a few pieces left to this damned jigsaw puzzle, but right now she felt like the blond girls trying to put together the picture of the tiger off of the Frosted Flakes box. Nothing was adding up properly, but she knew what Remy had told her had a great deal to do with it.

"Is he always that infuriating?" she huffed, finally glancing sideways, finding herself surprised at how close he was. But she wouldn't complain. For one, he had a very nice profile, all chiseled cheekbones and full lips. In any other situation, she might try and make a move. This was so very much not the place, though.

And for another? He was listening. And she liked it.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 11:16 pm UTC (link)
So what if it was against his own rules, Rose needed this. She needed someone she could trust who would listen So he stayed there steady as a rock, looking out across the way at that ramshackle post office.

"Live with him? No. I stayed there for a time and then I left," two days? Three days? Did time really matter? "Keeps wanting me to come back, but I enjoy the carnival quite a bit, actually." Well, as much as one could enjoy sleeping in a bumper car in a dilapidated pavilion. Could be worse, he could be sleeping in the forest. On a rock.

"Infuriating?" He made the mistake of looking down as she looked up. Sorry, but his breath hitched in his throat a little there. "Oh, I don't think he means to be; but, the short answer is yes. He's stubborn and brilliant and loyal - but above all, infuriating." The Doctor looked away straightening out his legs to spy his shoes. "Came on too strong, did he?"

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-10 11:21 pm UTC (link)
"That's one way to put it," Rose answered, finding her lips turning slightly north at the look on his face. She heaved a sigh, absently pulling at a loose thread in her denims. There'd be a hole there before long, and she'd be stuck wearing polyester. Fine for her disco-Remus. Not so fine for her.

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "It wasn't... I mean, he didn't... I thought he was...different. Nice. Someone trustworthy." But John had called him loyal. Rose couldn't really see much loyal...okay, well, maybe towards his version of the Doctor. Stalker. Creep. And what was so wrong with her, anyway?

"Let's just say if I were the Doctor, I'd sleep with an eye open. The guy's a creep." Which was probably not...okay, definitely not the nicest thing to say to someone who was obviously the man's friend. But honestly! The nerve of him! 'I'm not giving him up'. Whatever, Cajun, Rose didn't even want to hear it.

Unless it involved her kicking his arse. Then she might want to hear it. Just friends, she reminded herself.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-10 11:32 pm UTC (link)
"Right," he smiled a little as she agreed to his assessment of infuriating. Remy seemed to be good at having that effect on people.

Well, John Smith or Doctor, he had a mental sigh of relief as she said he hadn't come on too strong; at least the Cajun had some sort of boundaries even if the Time Lord wasn't too sure what they were. "A creep?" the Doctor's brow knitted. "Untrustworthy?" Alright he was just parroting words at the moment as he tried to put the pieces together. "Oh, I'd think the Doctor can take reasonably good care of himself. Though, why exactly is one eye staying perpetually open?"

If the Doctor had his coat on he'd have pulled out that bag of crisps he'd been saving. Instead he just had the big blue hoodie that was only as large on the inside as it was on the outside.

"What he do, run over your dog?"

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-11 04:33 am UTC (link)
It was impossible not to giggle at that. Just because he was so close to what had really gone down. Not her dog, of course, but her...well. He was as close a loyal companion as some dogs were, wasn't he?

"Always wanted a dog," she countered instead, already feeling badly for dumping this on someone who'd been such a point of comfort for her. Not to mention someone who was likely closer to Remy than he was letting on. "Nothing big and overwhelming, just a little one. Not a big fan of cats, but a dog? A dog I could do."

She was already considerably calmer than when she'd first gone storming off in the rain. "And if he did run over it, I'd probably be just as annoyed with him."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 12:37 pm UTC (link)
"Oh yeah? Why is it that I see you with a little white puff ball thing?" He was teasing. The Doctor knew Mickey Mouse was pretty darned close to having a dog about. The Doctor had even let her keep him for a while. Then that dog ran away. Tugged at his heartstrings that.

"Cats are some curious creatures," the Doctor remarked, "Clever, but entirely too single minded." He wasn't talking about your typical cat, either.

"I don't think he would have done anything to upset you on purpose," the Doctor volunteered, looking up again at Rose before forcing his eyes away and up toward the roof above their heads. Had been a mistake letting her this close, hadn't it?

He looked back again at her with a faint smile. "Besides, that Doctor woudln't be too happy to see you all upset like this. Probably blame me," he teased.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-11 02:10 pm UTC (link)
Her eyes rolled playfully at the mention of her with a little white puff ball. "Oh, come on. I said small, not froo-froo. Maybe a spaniel or something. Or even a mutt, I could give a home to a dog who needed one." Course, it'd be awfully hard to keep a dog in the TARDIS. Walking a dog in space probably wasn't very helpful. Though she quietly giggled to herself at the idea of a dog in a spacesuit doing a doggie space walk.

"The Doctor's not really one to talk lately," she corrected him, eyeing him for a moment before looking back down at her knees. There it was again. That feeling that she made him uncomfortable somehow. But yet, there he was, being there for her despite it. Cats were curious creatures, but John Smith whipped every feline she'd ever met. "He'd warn everyone within breathing distance to stay away from me if he could, don't take it personally. It's a miracle I'm allowed to meet anyone." An angry expression crossed her face, but it faded quickly. He was only looking after her, she knew. But advising Tonks to look after her? Would he ever look at her as an adult who could fend for herself?

Rose let her hair fall over her shoulder and began absently plaiting it, as she'd done in grammar school when she was stressed. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to talk about the Doctor just then. Someday, if Remy's possessive tale was to be believed, she'd be replaced. It was something she was loathe to think about.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 09:46 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, a little Bichon with a pink bow named cupcake not quite your sort?" He joked, laughter licking at his words. Oh yes, running from the Daleks with a little white puffball poking it's head out of her bag. That would be something to see, wouldn't it?

Seeing her in much brighter spirits than when she had sat down, the Doctor slowly withdrew his arm, shifting to prop his elbows on his knees and fold his hands. He was thinking, still trying to figure out what Gambit could have said that would make her so upset. He couldn't finger it just yet. Could have been any number of things, he supposed. Though, he knew Rose was much stronger than she looked, he believed in her after all. Must have been something dire.

"Well, he only does it because he cares," another bit volunteered by Ten on behalf of Nine. It was an admission and a kind hearted thing to say.

He looked sideways at her as she started nimbly braiding that lock trying to decide what he was supposed to say next. Giving up he looked back at the post office. "You know, there are tunnels running under the whole town," he said quietly. "Managed to get both Jack and the Doctor cross at me for not mentioning it to them."

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-11 10:53 pm UTC (link)
Rose glanced over at him and giggled. As hard as the day had been and as awful as the weather was, she had to smile at the idea of her carrying around some Paris Hilton lapdog. "Keep that up, Dr. Smith, and I'll be requesting a Doberman instead."

Though she'd never admit it out loud, she was sorry when he drew his arm away. It had provided a warmth she hadn't known she needed. The Doctor kept to himself much more than she liked, and as alone as she felt in those first days in the glass box, she craved contact. But again, she couldn't make herself depend on this stranger. Not if she wanted to be recognized as a woman instead of a little girl in this strange place.

"I know he cares," she said softly. "And I love that about him. But he's known me long enough to know I can be trusted. At least, I thought he had." Again, the Cajun's accented words rang through her head and she sighed. If what he said was true, then the Doctor had to see her as more than just some tag-a-long child. Didn't he? She was stressing herself out again, and she'd enjoyed the calm quiet between the two of them, so she turned her attention to his comment instead. "Why didn't you mention it? Should you have? I mean, you weren't hiding some door out of here, were you?" He wouldn't. Not if he was working on the sonic whatchamajig. He wanted out of there just as much as they did.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 11:34 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, don't pretend you won't adore little Mitzy in your pocket," John Smith smirked. "Froo-froo dogs need love, too," he said in that playfully coddling tone he had.

He'd heard her call him Doctor. He liked when she did that. Really liked that. It was like hinting at a secret and almost like she was calling him by his real name. Though, then she got a little quieter, talking about her and Nine; about trust. His high fell down a bit, landing in the pit of his stomach. "Of course he knows... What makes you think that? The whole trusted bit?"

He'd gotten so wrapped up in what she said about her thinking the Doctor didn't trust her it was like taking a glimpse into his own future. She'd think they hadn't told her because they didn't trust her. That he didn't tell her because he didn't trust her. "I don't think it's a matter of trust, Rose. I think it's a matter of care. People like the Doctor? They take care of the people they care about, even when it doesn't look like that's what they're doing..." He trailed off a little, hearing her question about the tunnels.

"I didn't mention it because I didn't want people panicking that there were tunnels under our feet. So, I blocked them up. I think if they went anywhere the person who was living in them probably would have made a beeline to leave," he was talking about Jenny there. He looked away, down the road. He felt a bit embarrassed.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-12 02:47 am UTC (link)
Did she really not think the Doctor trusted her? Sometimes. He had sent her away. All she'd wanted was to be there for him, to die with him if needed, but he'd robbed her of that. Sent her back to Earth against her will. And now? Now he acted like she was a child, telling near strangers to watch over her and telling her to stick close to a sixteen year-old because he thought even Remus was better at taking care of them than she was.

She flicked her tongue over her lips, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. "I don't even know what I think anymore," she admitted. Why she admitted it, she had no idea, except this John Smith seemed to see her in ways no one else did. "I know he cares," she repeated. "But I'm not a little girl. I just want him to see that, s'all." Shrugging, Rose glanced over at John when he confessed to blocking the tunnels.

"Should you have told them? Jack and the Doctor, I mean?" And why those two specifically? "If there wasn't anything you could do..." She shook her head, as if to signify there wasn't really anything else he could do. "Blocking them would make the most sense. If they were getting to us from there, it was one way to try and keep them away." It hadn't worked, obviously, but it had made sense to at least try.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 03:09 am UTC (link)
"Just remember everything he does is to protect you, hasn't got anything to do with how old you are, Rose," it had to do with who you are and what you are. That's why they protected you. Sure, you'd wipe out the emperor of all Daleks one day; but, in between you were Rose Marion Tyler, the most important thing he had to take care of.

"Maybe," the Doctor continued to look away. "They seemed fairly upset when I finally did. I hadn't told anyone, actually." He sighed, listening as she continued, and she agreed with him. He needed someone to agree with him while it seemed the rest of the town faulted him. Turning his head John Smith offered a faint smile. "If only it had worked, yeah?"

Knees pulled back up his heels trying to push into the concrete beneath them. "Thank you," he said with a small smile, looking away from her again. She understood him like nobody else, didn't she?

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-12 03:18 am UTC (link)
He could argue that all he wanted, but she wasn't entirely sure she believed him. How could she? There was an awful lot stacked against his theory, honestly, and Rose wasn't able to see the future. She couldn't see the day in the not too distant future where she became one with his beloved TARDIS and saved him as well as the rest of the Earth and immortalized Jack in the process. She couldn't see him becoming this new face and her absorbing him in ways she hadn't thought possible. And she certainly couldn't see the day she told his image that she loved him on a windy beach in Norway.

So the Rose that lived in the present only gave a half smile, listening to him talk. "You tried, John," she said gently. "It's more than a lot of us were able to do. Surely they can see that." He hadn't told anyone but he'd just told her. He was a mystery, but she loved a good mystery. Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie would eat this bloke right up.

They were finding comfort there together in the rain, and it made her smile, mostly to herself. They were quite the pair, weren't they? Reaching out, she gently placed a hand over one of his. "This whole place seems to lean on you. You don't have to do it all, you know. Hate to break it to you, but you're not the only smart one here."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 03:30 am UTC (link)
"Oh, they want to map them, find out what the locked doors have behind them. They think they can use them somehow, I suppose," he said distractedly. He was thinking of Sam now. Sam who'd been so very angry following everything. The Doctor had been angry, too; but anger wasn't foreign to him; he knew how to handle that emotion quite well, actually.

She was smiling, setting a hand on his own and the Doctor relished that touch; it was something he hadn't ever thought he'd feel again - it was impossible for him not to just melt there. His smile was there, radiant though a bit sad in the eyes. Like looking at an old photograph, really, all those accompanying feelings of sadness and regret and happiness and excitement all rolled into one. Only this photograph talked and smiled and touched. Only this wasn't just an image in the TARDIS, no she was real.

"You sound like Gambit," he remarked shaking his head. "Thank you."

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-12 03:36 am UTC (link)
Damn him for ruining a good thing.

"I could think of a thousand people I'd rather sound like right now." If she hadn't been so angry, she might've made the association. She might have added one to one and reached two. Gambit, who was so obsessed with the Doctor from a time after her, and this man, who was so close to the red-eyed man.

But Rose wasn't exactly in her right mind that morning. She was tired of arguing and fighting and she was tired physically. One didn't get a great night's sleep on a floor with a restless teen werewolf beside them. So the puzzle pieces remained unlinked and swimming in her mind.

Still. He was close to the man. And he'd said he was loyal. So she breathed in and smiled, giving the hand beneath hers a light squeeze. "But I mean it. You're not the only one with the power to get us out of here. Do you even get any sleep?" Though the words were teasing, the concern in her tone wasn't.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 03:49 am UTC (link)
"He's not all bad, trust me," the Doctor looked back at his lap. Would this Rose trust him? Had he just been an ordinary bloke in London, would she have given him the time of day? Would she have taken his hand and ran? What if he hadn't the TARDIS, then what? It was a slippery slope to wander down that one - he stopped the thought train in the station.

"Sleep?" The incognito Time Lord looked at her like she'd just said a foreign word. "Oh, I get some from time to time. Last night wasn't the best, I'm afraid."

His hand turned in her own, pressing the pair of them palm to palm and giving a squeeze. "Don't worry about me, there's time to sleep when we're out of here, after all."

His head turned against the wall his temple against stucco as he smiled at her a bit more. "You don't look so awake yourself, Rose Tyler." There was something else behind those eyes, Rose. Maybe if you knew him longer you'd know how to read it. A subtle warmth there in those soulful browns and a smile that said so much more than just 'thank you,' it said everything he'd never had a chance to.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-12 04:09 am UTC (link)
"Maybe not to you," she remarked bitterly. Yes, she was still angry. Not at the man at her side. He was just the unfortunate first to run into her. But Remy had made her more than a bit uncomfortable with his words, and she was honestly a little afraid of him at the moment. Not that she'd tell John Smith that. And she wouldn't tell the Doctor, either, for fear of facing his wrath. No, she had to deal with this on her own.

Damn.

Rose liked the feel of her hand in his. The Doctor held her hand all the time. It was becoming 'their' thing, in a way, only he didn't seem to do it so much unless they were in mortal danger. And maybe they were here, too, but it was John Smith's touch she found comfort in just then. "You're not the only one who had a long night," she reminded him. "I'm glad they're alright, don't get me wrong. But...it was hard." Lying there awake, knowing how alone Jack had to feel. Knowing that, not far from her, the Doctor was mourning his friend.

And knowing she'd been worried for one Remy LeBeau. Damn that, too. Perhaps he hadn't deserved her worries at all. Perhaps she should have kept her watch over Ianto or Shannon. Shannon, who hadn't returned with the others. Damn damn damn.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 07:31 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor shrugged; he'd learned that sometimes you just didn't win an argument with Rose Tyler - even if you were right. If she didn't want to let you win, you wouldn't; at least until she figured it out on her own anyway.

There was a fair amount of muscle memory involved in holding Rose's hand. He knew the way her hand felt in his and he could think of so many times when that hand hold was for running or teaming up or just because. Let's go together,</i> that hand hold said. He'd really like to go with you again, Rose, anywhere at all.

"I know," he said quietly; though, he supposed Rose really didn't know the depth of his evening. With the argument with Sam and Jack and Nine; then losing Sarah Jane, Shannon, and Remy; being left to wonder if he'd done the right thing at all when it came to those tunnels. Oh, it was impossible to even think that perhaps he might get a decent night's rest!

"Well, I'm hoping none of us will have to go through any of that ever again." Well, wasn't that simple and to the point.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-13 01:07 am UTC (link)
His words were optimistic, but something about his tone wasn't. That, in turn, made her give the hand in hers a gentle squeeze. Absently, her fingers laced through his, as if she'd done it a thousand times before. Two confused people in a world they couldn't get out of. Seemed worthy of a handhold to her.

"We're here," she reminded him, a sardonic smile on her face as she glanced over at him. "We never know what we'll go through next." And that was, unfortunately, the truth. "But you're going to get us out of here. That's why you look like you haven't slept all week."

That wasn't entirely true, but he did look tired. Poor bloke. He was really too good to the people here. Trying to play hero, being everyone's go to man. Something the Doctor would do, really. Or even, in some ways, herself. She found she liked that about him, even if it was a little annoying. Hero complexes always made her a little twitchy. "I mean it, John. You're not alone in this. There's plenty of people here willing to help."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-13 04:37 pm UTC (link)
John Smith, for better or worse was an optimist. He'd always have hope and always see a way out of the box. What sometimes bogged him down were the people involved. He knew intimately that he couldn't save everyone; but, that didn't make the previous day any easier. Couple that with the difficult arguments and even more hard decisions and it was easy to see why his confidence might come off as a bit shaken. Rest assured, Rose Tyler, he still knew he'd get you all out of here.

He smiled as she spoke, feeling again like old times. "There's the Rose Tyler I know," As he said it the Doctor knew he'd let something slip he shouldn't. Still he tried not to look too guilty about it. The girlt ravelled through time; was it so hard to believe for her that she might meet someone here she hadn't met yet. Timey Wimey stuff, Rose Tyler, if you ask you'll get an earful about it and none of it would involve calling him Doctor, either.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-13 05:58 pm UTC (link)
He was doing it again. Acting as if he knew her, and knew her intimately. Her mind was starting to follow the same as his. If Remy knew the Doctor from a time she hadn't yet visited, what were the odds that she knew John Smith from some other time? Maybe, in a future time period, she'd met him. During a time where he remembered but she didn't because it hadn't happened yet.

God, time travel gave her a headache.

"What year are you from?" she questioned, glancing sideways at him. "If you don't mind me asking. I know we're not all from the same but you seem... I don't know. I can't pinpoint you like I can some of the others." His dress was the same, but some of the things he said or did? Definitely weren't. And, admittedly, she was nosy. Maybe she could figure out a bit about this mysterious stranger who didn't seem so strange at the end of the day.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-13 06:43 pm UTC (link)
He did know you, Rose Tyler and intimately. You and he? You'd been to the end of the world together and back again. You'd survived Daleks and Cybermen and cheated death and the devil, too. He knew what kind of stuff you were made out of, Rose and he loved every bit of it.

"2008," he responded to her question, it was true enough. The last time he'd seen was 2008 in Chiswick. He wasn't exactly lying, you know. He'd stepped out of the TARDIS with Donna and stepped back in only to wake up here. Little do you know about the coming darkness and the 27 planets, Rose Tyler. Little did the Doctor even know, yet.

"There's something classic about a suit, yeah?" The Doctor grinned. "Better than a pair of pajamas or a crazy scarf, I'd say." John Smith plucked his glasses out of his pocket and popped those on, too just for the effect. "And of course there's my specs," he waggled his brow, playfully. She hadn't asked if he'd known her. If she had, he'd have told her, it would have maybe erased some of that quizzical look off her features. It would have helped things make sense, yeah?

Oh, just say something, Time Lord.

"Now, I know this sounds a bit odd... ehrm..." Brow scruneched a little before he spoke again. "I know you. Not quite from 2008, mind you; but around then. Time, it's complicated, yeah?" Well, it wasn't complicated for him; but, for you? Well, he'd make it sound complicated, just this once. Too complicated for John Smith to explain. He breathed another beat, looking away. "Sort of been wondering if just telling you would rip the universe apart or something equally as spectacular, actually."

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-13 07:12 pm UTC (link)
If he was expecting some sort of outburst, the Time Lord was denied. Instead of blurting out a response, the normally impulsive girl stayed quiet for a moment, looking at him carefully. More head-on, now, turned halfway to really take him in. She'd suspected it, sure, but it was different getting confirmation.

Slowly, a smile crossed her face. It wasn't quite the answer she'd been looking for, honestly. Knowing him and knowing him were two different things. While his explanation explained how he seemed to know her, it didn't explain why holding his hand and leaning on his shoulder felt...well, right.

But it did put another piece of the puzzle into place. She was so close to the picture coming together in the middle that it burned. "The specs are a nice touch," she teased lightly, considering her next course of action carefully. "Complete the suit, sort of. The chucks, though..." Her smile quirked a bit and she stretched her legs out in front of her.

"I sort of thought you might," she confessed, easing her hand from his and folding hers together in her lap. "I was thinking about it. Wondering. I know it's happened to other people, meeting someone they know but from a different time. I just wasn't sure if we... Well, if you were one of them." That didn't explain Tonks calling him Spaceman. The name she said she called the Doctor. It didn't explain a lot of things, actually.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-13 09:53 pm UTC (link)
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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-13 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Well, it was a half truth. He couldn't help it. He'd dug a hole. A big giant one. And really, with each day he was just putting more dirt in on top of himself.

When Rose didn't have an immediate reaction John Smith wasn't quite sure if he ought to feel more relieved or upset. The wheels were turning behind familiar hazel eyes; yet, he wasn't sure which way. Part of him, he supposed, expected an angry outburst. Though he was moreso expecting more questions. Questions about how he knew her, if he knew her Doctor, what she and her Doctor had been up to when they met.

She complimented his specs and the Doctor grinned; happy that she liked them. Of course she did, everyone liked his specs. Though, when she made a bit of a face at his Chucks he looked a little disappointed. "I can do anything in these. Won't catch me running about in loafers any day soon." He shook his head to emphasize.

"Gave myself away, did I?" He looked a little guilty, and felt even more that way as her hand was pulled from his own and leaving him wanting. So, he just set his down on the concrete between them feeling like a man who lost his watch.

Sorry, Rose, John Smith just looked a bit guilty there; though, he was too busy looking at his kneecaps for you to really notice.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-14 03:37 am UTC (link)
Rose let out a long, carefully held breath, wiggling her feet in an almost childlike manner in front of her. What to do, what to do... She liked this bloke. Quite a bit, if she was being honest with herself. She didn't want to hurt his feelings or make him feel alienated (oh, how unknowingly punny she could be) or anything like that. But she didn't really want to comfort him at the moment, either. Fact was, he'd kept something from her. Like so many people around her, apparently.

As she considered what to say next, she focused on his footwear instead. "Do a lot of running about, do you? Loafers are usually a more appropriate shoe choice." She tilted her head, studying the trainers decorating his feet, and finally smiled. "Somehow, they suit you."

Absently, she toyed with the pink Swatch watch that had been placed on her wrist when she'd woken that morning. She felt fourteen again, honestly. But her smile was gentle as she glanced up at him. "Where'd we meet? I imagine we're friends, must be, you put up with me far too well to hate me."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-14 02:52 pm UTC (link)
When she sighed and wiggled her toes the Doctor smiled a little. At least she didn't have the knee jerk angry reaction. He'd sort of expected that; though, he hadn't been entirely straight with her. Now, this just meant that when she did find out, and he knew she would eventually, then she'd be doubly angry. Fantastic.

"Running? I do a fair amount of everything," he said coyly. "I thought so." His smile hadn't really left for long, it was hanging there at the corners of his eyes and the edge of his mouth. It didn't take much work for him to bring that back out for you, did it Rose?

He turned to look at her, still grinning like a fool despite the lack of relief in the pit of his stomach. No, there was still quite an angsty knot. So, he'd hide behind that smile. "You got one, too?" He asked, pulling back his sleeve to show a rather antique looking watch on his wrist. Leather band quite worn, the face yellowed with filagree'd hands that moved very precisely. This watch had old mechanisms that craftsmen would cry to be able to tune. It was a wonderful accessory.

Well.. Where had they met? "London," he said with a fond smile. "Christmas day." Well, that was just the whole truth, wasn't it?

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-14 03:18 pm UTC (link)
She liked that smile. She had no way of knowing it was her who brought it out in him. All she knew was that he needed to do it more often. It looked right on him, much more than the dark, distant expression he sometimes wore.

"London?" she asked, looking a little dejected. "That's...". A terrifying thought crossed her mind. Maybe she had been back in London because that was when the Doctor had been rid of her. "Was I...alone? Y'know, single, family, what's the story Dr. Smith?".

A few spoilers never hurt anyone. Just a preview for the next week's episode really.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-14 03:24 pm UTC (link)
Well, it didn't take much to make him smile around you, Rose. Now that he felt he could be a bit more honest. He could act like he knew you! He could rid himself of that pained expression! He could... tell more fibs?

"London," he said, watching as her expression shifted and his own mirrored it a little. "Oh, you and the Doctor, you saved the world that day, Rose." Well, you had. You and Jackie managed to wake him up with a spot of tea and he'd taken on the Sychorax and lost his hand! Though, in the end, all that mattered was that you'd got back in the TARDIS with him at the end of the day.

"Can't tell you too much, obviously. Wouldn't dream of spoiling the whole thing for you," he smiled cheekily. Besides, this would be tomorrow for you when you got back. Just you wait and see. First the Time Vortex, and then you'd see John Smith again and you'd take care of him. You'll see!

"What's got you so worried, Rose?" He asked, nudging her a bit with his elbow.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-14 05:53 pm UTC (link)
Saving the world on Christmas day. That was so very much like the Doctor. Never leave a holiday untouched, she figured. Except that year she'd basically disappeared. "I'm sure he did all the hard work," she said with a grin. "I just usually tag along, look cute, and talk sense into him. And pick up strays. I'm good at that one." Adam, Jack, and now Remus? She really did need to stop making a habit of that.

What was she so worried about? It could be years in the future. Years of adventures and excitement and danger before she found herself alone. But then what? How could she go back to living a 'normal' life after seeing the world at the Doctor's side? As it was, those two days she'd been in London, knowing he was out there, thousands of years in the future, alone? It had been miserable.

"Dunno," she said with a shrug. "I just... I dunno. Maybe I'm co-dependent. Or maybe I'm just tired of feeling like an ad for grunge-rock. Nirvana has nothing on me right now." She motioned down to her dingy, wet clothing and her limp hair. "You never did say if we were friends where we met. Were we, doctor?" The lowercase version, but it didn't even occur to him not to call him that.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-15 02:39 am UTC (link)
Saving the world with a lousy satsuma no less; that was very much the Doctor. "Oh, I wouldn't say that," he smiled fondly. She and Jackie had done all the hard work, Rose going on about the Shadow proclamation and other gibberish; she'd tried to very hard to be brave! "I don't think you know just how important you are," he waggled his brow. He always should have told her just how important, and he couldn't help but wonder if later she knew.

His hearts stopped. She'd called him just Doctor then, he'd heard it. Had she? Could she? Did she? He swallowed and pushed himself up a cold chill of panic running down his spine. There was a look of shock that ran across his features before he plucked off those specs and replaced them carefully into his pocket.

"I should go," he spoke more to the floor then Rose. That's right, Miss Tyler, unless you stopped him, John Smith was going running for the hills!

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-15 03:32 am UTC (link)
Rose's eyes widened, worry etched in her face. What had she gone and done wrong this time? And why could she not seem to screw up around him? For once, she thought things were okay. He hadn't been that distant sort of man he'd been since she'd met him. Or re-met him, as the case apparently was.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, placing a hand on his arm. "I...did I say something wrong? Okay, we weren't friends, that's alright! We are now, right?"

Of course she'd take the blame. Rose had no idea the panic that was flitting through his head, and she certainly had no idea that she'd all but stopped not one but two hearts. For all of her thinking and puzzling, she hadn't quite reached the final conclusion yet. She was close. So very, very close. But she just wasn't quite there yet. In her mind, he was only a man who had been upset by what she'd just said.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-15 03:44 am UTC (link)
He'd stepped in it again, Rose; and he was so very, very sorry for it, too. Because he saw that worry that knitted itself between your eyebrows and caused those little wrinkles at the corner of your mouth as your lips turned down. He hadn't meant to get that look - he just knew this whole encounter was a bad idea.

"Best of friends, Rose Tyler," he started, looking her right in the eye. "Trust you with my life. Trust you with anything and everything." He was talking quietly and somehow the rambling man just couldn't manage to stop. "I could never be anything but friends with you, Rose. Wouldn't dream of it." He looked away, pushing down the panic into his belly again.

"And I'm sorry. So very, very sorry." He took a step backward, his bicep out of her grasp then as he tried to force a sad smile for her. "Really I am."

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-15 04:29 am UTC (link)
"What're you sorry for? You didn't do a thing." she asked, her voice attempting to sound reassuring. Oh, John Smith, you were a confusing sort. She wanted to like you. Rose wanted to like you so much. Why did you keep moving away from that?

It was obvious he was trying to regain his space, but Rose didn't want him to go thinking she was angry or anything. She wasn't. Just confused. Still. Maybe moreso now, but from him she found she didn't mind it quite so much.

Impulsively, she stepped forward, invading his space once again to reach up and touch his cheek gently. "It's okay. Honest. Whatever's going on, I promise, it's going to be okay. If we were awesome then, we'll be brilliant now." He really was a good-looking sort, with his big brown eyes and that sweet smile of his. Maybe her future self had fancied him and that's why he felt so awkward around her. Poor thing.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-15 04:47 am UTC (link)
"Everything," he nearly whispered. This was hurting him, Rose, and he'd never let you see. He'd shift and push his hands down deep into his pockets and try and reclaim his brave face.

Rose shadowed his movement backward, taking her steps in turn with his own. And then up came that palm to touch his cheek and the Doctor's eyes slipped closed. He'd never got this sort of moment with her and with that thought his eyes flickered open, taking it in. He'd never get this again. Not ever. What would you do if you had a few stolen moments with the person you loved?

"Awesome. Brilliant. Stuff of legend," his voice came back quietly. He'd fancied you, Rose Tyler. Even now, that crazy blue eyed man you followed around the cosmos? He was starting to realize it. too. But, this brown eyed man, he knew; he knew he loved you.

That's why the Doctor took his moment of closeness and he placed a slow, lingering kiss on her lips. He'd never get that chance again. Because when she found out? She'd be furious. She'd want to know if he'd left her. She'd want to know why he'd never told her. So, in that moment he said his 'I love you,' he never got to say on that beach in Norway, and got that good bye kiss that projections denied.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-15 05:10 am UTC (link)
Instinctively, her eyes closed at the brush of his lips on hers. Now? Now she was definitely confused. There was something familiar in that kiss. Something the future Rose had probably reveled in, as if he'd kissed her a thousand times before. And in most scenarios, if a strange man were to snog her in the middle of nowhere, she'd have stepped back and slapped them furiously.

But the hand touching his cheek never made to hit it. Rose's fingers traced the line of his jaw gently before dropping it down to his upper arm. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and there was a trace of a smile, though confused, on her face. "What was that for?" she questioned, hazel eyes meeting brown.

How close had they been? Were they more than friends in that world he came from? Oh, hell, was that why the Doctor had left her? One too many strays? But this one didn't seem like the others. Not all fascinated by the life among the stars, or already prepared for it as Jack had been. John Smith was still a mystery to her, despite knowing just how soft his lips could be.

And they were. They really, really were. Any prior thoughts of one Mickey Smith had flown far, far out of her head.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-15 05:51 am UTC (link)
He hadn't kissed you a thousand times before. Just once, and technically? Well, it wasn't even you, it was Cassandra inside your body. So, this counted as first kiss, yeah? Brilliant. Because while it might not have been in the setting or in the manner the Time Lord would have preferred; it was still real. It was still Rose's lips against his own and her hand lightly tracing down his jaw and landing on his arm almost to hold him there. Oh, Rose, if he had his way he'd never leave again.

"It was for lost time," a smile held fast to his features looking back and forth between her eyes, trying to root out the confusion. Of course she was confused, she didn't know who you are!

Ask him anything Rose, because right now he might as well be an open book.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-15 06:01 am UTC (link)
Her expression was bashful, but pleasant, and she hadn't stepped away. Why should she? There was a completely gorgeous bloke in front of her looking for all the world like she was perfect. What woman would turn away from that? "I think I'm sorry you have lost time to make up for," she admitted, giggling a little to herself.

Oh, the Doctor would likely be furious. Another stop, another man winning her over. Two, if one counted the cold-hearted man she'd found so charming only days earlier. Which Rose didn't intend to. Nope, Remy so did not count. She shouldn't count this one, either. But he was so warm, despite the chill of the rain dampening them both. She liked that warmth. If she were being honest with herself, she craved it.

Not that she had any urge to tell the Doctor about this just yet. Or ever. Jack...well, maybe. Only if it came up. She found she usually preferred gossiping about his life more than her own. But for the moment, she wanted to savor the feeling of John Smith's lips on hers all for herself. What she really wanted was Shareen, but that felt like a lifetime ago.

"Do we do an awful lot of that where you come from?" she asked playfully, peering up at him with amusement in her eyes. Oh, if they did she was looking forward to it.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-15 06:15 am UTC (link)
"Don't you dare be," because what if he had said it? What if he hadn't assumed she knew? Where would they be then? What would they be doing? Would they have even wound up back on earth again? There were so many questions, so many points in time that fluxed with the thought. Oh, if he were an unscrupulous Time Lord...

She said there, giggling a little and looking like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The Doctor looked much the same way - but his hearts were singing! He might not ever be able to say those words to her; but, he'd managed his kiss. He'd managed to keep his head level and hadn't said anything particularly stupid. And he knew in the end she'd still be so furious; but, he had this moment.

"Never," he shook his head. "Well.. once, but it was complicated. Extenuating circumstances..." His pose was mirroring her own as their stance turned very near to an embrace, with his hand trailing up and down from shoulder to elbow.

"I really ought to go... this is dangerous stuff," yet, he wasn't moving. Oops.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-15 06:44 am UTC (link)
"Mmm. Right. Time and all." That and kissing strangers. Only to him, she wasn't a stranger. And he didn't really feel like a stranger to her, knowing her inside and out as he did. But there he'd never kissed her in his realm and had here. Something else to use to try and put the puzzle together. What made here different? Why kiss someone who practically thought you were a stranger instead of someone who was the best of friends? Fear of rejection? Oh, he shouldn't fear that one bit.

His hand was on her arm, now, rubbing lightly, and she was about ready to melt. There was something off, but she attributed it to him holding her the way he was, having just kissed her and all. Being all new to each other and stuff. Right. That was it.

"You know...future me? She was an idiot for not doing this more often. I'm just...you know, just saying." Was she babbling? Like a damned fool, she was. She sounded all of thirteen and on her first date. Refusing to let him run off just yet, she reached up, ruffling the damp but slowly drying ends of his hair. "There, that's better. You just don't look the same with the flat look."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-08-15 02:19 pm UTC (link)
"Right, time. Complicated stuff, that. It's like a line and a ball and a whole mish mash of stuff..." She, he was babbling, too. "That I'm really hoping I didn't just ruin." Oh, you knew you hadn't Time Lord. The entire universe would have come crashing down last night when you'd given so many spoilers away to Nine about what was to come. He knew things now that you certainly didn't know before. You didn't know you'd lose Rose. You didn't know you'd wind up here. You didn't know anything new. Apparently, this place was outside time. Had to be. Yet, why weren't you telling Rose who you are? Oh, right, that furious bit.

She called her future self an idiot and John Smith just shook his head. "No, I wouldn't say it was your fault," that meant it was his fault, Rose. He'd always assumed, after all.

Her fingers came up and started pushing at his hair spiking it up and his face lit up with a grin. "Always looking out for me," he mused, his hand finally dropping from her arm as he stepped backward. She wasn't his yet; she was still Nine's, and he needed to remind himself of that.

"I'll see you around, Rose," smile ticked in a bit of loss; but, still, this was something he needed to do, leave that is. He was already stepping out from beneath the awning, turning to look back with a grin and a wave.

Imagine that, the Doctor walking away from Rose Tyler.

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