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Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-09-02 18:17:00

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guy of gisborne, rose tyler

Who: Rose Tyler and Guy of Gisborne
What: Serious talks need to happen
When: Late Monday night when Rose gets home
Where: Guy's flat
Warnings: TBD

Though she was angry and hurt, Rose could admit Guy was right about one thing: she had a lot of pride. She was also ridiculously stubborn and hard-headed and refused to listen to reason when she felt a wrong was being done. So of course she'd gone on the hunt, despite Bo's warnings. And she'd nearly been hurt and if it hadn't been for Harry, she likely would have. Maybe she even would have died. And the bad part of that was the nagging voice in her head that was simply angry that Guy had been right.

She really didn't know where to go with that. The man still meant everything to her. She loved him, more than she sometimes knew what to do with. But that didn't mean she could sit back and ignore the fact that he was being horrible to the people she cared so deeply about. That wasn't fair and she hated it. He had a right to be wary. He didn't have a right to be so damned cruel.

And yet after a quick stop at the Complex to make sure Harry was taken care of (and to allow Martha her five minutes of fretting over Rose), she found herself back behind the wheel. She hadn't even stopped to unload her duffle bag, which still rode in the back of her car. Instead, she was at the Greaves complex and she knew exactly why.

It was late and it was possible he wouldn't want to see her. There was even the slight chance he wouldn't be home, having gone off to lament about stubborn women who needed to get off their high horses and not be so idiotic. But she was there anyway and she knocked on the door of the by then familiar flat. It had become as much home to her as her room at John's, now occupied by a small blonde, or her own flat in the Complex. Not quite as much as her room on the TARDIS. But that would come in time.

Unless this all went badly. She had to try.

She was tired from the long drive, her hair was probably disheveled, she was still in the jeans and hooded sweatshirt she'd worn while traveling. How did it always come to this? To showing up at his door unannounced with the weight of the world on her shoulders? Maybe he did deserve better.

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turnedtoashes
2013-09-03 03:16 am UTC (link)

Guy wasn't happy. To say the least. He'd managed to find the most stubborn blasted woman in this whole city and fall for her. What was it about women like that that so drew him, about those so complicated and stubborn and prideful that he was so sure he would avoid. Marian, Meg and now Rose. Was this going to be someone else he one day lost. Another that he'd have to reconcile with in his mind. Or would she leave him before then. Give up on him and the complications of being with him and find someone better, safer.

He fully expected the knock on the door so when it came he was mostly resigned to it, she'd come in, talk to him about how it hadn't worked out, about how it was too much work and she would end it, and he wouldn't blame her for a second if she did.

On the upside he supposed, at least this one would outlive the relationship.

When he opened the door though, he immediately looked worried, Rose looked tired, stressed. There was something wrong beyond how strained things had been lately and he wanted to know what that was so he could fix it, help her. And god help him, he was glad she was back, unharmed in spite of her blasted stubbornness. "Come in" he said simply, looking her over as if to check she was in fact unharmed.

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plusone
2013-09-03 08:59 am UTC (link)

What she really wanted was to cling to him. To throw herself into his arms, apologies spilling from her lips, begging him not to give up on her just because she knew she could be infuriating.

But Rose Tyler was still a very prideful woman. Nothing in the world could make her give up that much of herself, not even to the man she loved. So she lifted her chin and stepped inside, making a last minute, hasty effort to straighten her hair. "Hi," she said softly, finally looking up to meet those crystal blue eyes. He didn't look surprised to see her. Nor did he look angry. Simply resigned. Maybe he'd break it off before she even got the chance to talk.

But he remained silent as she turned to face him. And she didn't try and stop herself as she finally stepped forward, slipping her arms around his waist. If he wanted to push her away, he'd have to do it himself. She wasn't going to feed it to him.

"I'm sorry," she murmured softly, her face burying in the strength of his chest. Fine. Call her weak. She'd nearly screwed up again and he'd been right and if the worst had happened, then what? She didn't know what to do with that, so she simply tried to hold him against the world.

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turnedtoashes
2013-09-03 09:25 am UTC (link)

He hadn't expected the hugging. Or the apology. Or any of it really, and he wasn't entirely sure what else he was supposed to say. He'd expected coldness, or that stupid pride she refused to back down from no matter how bad things got. He'd expected her to yell, to tell him she could decide her own fate and how dare he think he could have an opinion on where she went or what she did. He'd been patient, her closeness with other men, whatever name one wanted to give the overly friendly relationship she had with John Watson. He'd ignored it much as he'd had no wish to and now it had brought them here.

So when the sorry came, Guy found he wasn't entirely sure just what she was apologising for. Going away knowing it would be dangerous, being stubborn, hating his point of view? He didn't mind that they disagreed, it had taken him time but he'd learned to accept people wouldn't always agree with him just because he believed they should.

"Sorry for what?" he asked finally, not trying to make her repeat it, not wanting to hear it again, but genuinely curious. Because she did have something to be sorry for in his opinion. She could disagree with him all she wanted, but the coldness, the attitude of the last few days. He did not need that. But of course he did love her. He was not so usually willing to listen

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plusone
2013-09-03 06:46 pm UTC (link)

She supposed she should have expected a mostly cold reception. This was a man used to power. To people doing as they were told for no other reason than he'd told them to. He was a high ranking soldier, a lord of his own manor, and respected, even feared in his community. All of that meant that when combined with her, the willful, spiteful, independent young woman that she was, he was bound to feel conflicted. And she wouldn't have blamed him.

Still, it hurt when he didn't move to hold her. To be grateful she was alive and well and back in his arms where she belonged. She'd been afraid for a bit there. Regretful at nearly ignoring Bo's pleading for her not to go and angry with herself for being so damned argumentative with Guy even though he'd only been looking out for her. It had nearly cost her her life and at that moment, Rose wasn't even certain if Guy would've been heartbroken or smug about being right.

So it was hesitantly that she pulled away from him, suddenly not sure if she'd ever be in his arms again after that. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms in front of herself, as if she could shield herself from his verbal attack. "You were right," she admitted quietly. "You were right and I was foolish and well...I'm sorry."

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turnedtoashes
2013-09-04 04:32 am UTC (link)

"I was right." he said simply. "And so was the girl. And you, as usual refused to listen to anyone who was just trying to look out for you."

He did want to hold her, of course he did. But as she pulled away he knew there was a discussion they needed to have first. He wasn't used to this kind of thing, to having to be so open with worries and feelings. It had only ever been around Marian and for too short a time, Meg, that he had shown there was more to him than the feared right hand of Vaisey, the man in Black that everyone dreaded. Then there had been Rose.

"I have no wish for you to agree with me on everything. That's not you. We've argued before and likely will again and I've come to accept that as a good thing. We shouldn't always agree." And of course it helped him keep his temper. He'd never hurt her. He'd never do to her what he had to Marian in a fit of confused rage that had so overwhelmed him. "That said Rose...you have to be willing sometimes to listen. I know you want to hunt. And I will never stop you. I'd never even considered stopping you, but when a girl that you know well has seen things that comes to pass tells you you shouldn't go. Perhaps you shouldn't. What if your friend had been killed, let alone you? Would you ever have forgiven yourself, because I personally do not believe you would."

She was defensive. Her posture gave that away. Expecting that he would rant, that he would shout at her. But he wasn't about to do that. He was mad at her, of course he was. She'd been cold with him, distant, ever since he'd made his point about the vampires and disagreed with her.

"What is it Rose? Why do you persist in ignoring those who care about you unless they agree with you. Because as I've said I don't want constant agreement but this was more than that. Part of me wondered if you did it to spite me, but then what had the girl done besides try to help you. I do care for you, deeply, you know that. I believe I've proved that. But if you're not going to even try then..."

He didn't want to say it. Didn't want to think about it as a possibility. But he couldn't keep this up. The worry, the anger that she didn't even consider listening then what were they doing?

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plusone
2013-09-04 02:01 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't like him to spill his feelings this way and she knew it. The fact that he was opening up so much to her said a lot and she was more grateful to him than she could really say. He was keeping calm, too. Rather than hurling insults or snapping at her, he was using a collected tone and a reasonable argument. It helped cool the flaring of temper that lit inside of her when she heard his words and longed to fight them. His easy demeanor helped hers stay rational as she tried to form her own words in reply.

"It was in part to spite you," she admitted, her voice only slightly above a whisper. Because god, what a ridiculous notion that was. "I don't like being told what to do. You know that. And I was already angry with you and there you were, telling Bo, not me, what I would and wouldn't do, and... I don't know. It was stupid. I know it. But that doesn't change that it happened."

Sighing, she ran her hands over her crossed arms, fighting off a chill that she knew wasn't from the air in the room. He was right. If anything had happened to Harry... She was already fighting guilt, knowing that he was bruised and battered and hoping House didn't find anything more serious internally wrong with him. The vision, the dream, it had been meant for her. Bo had seen her getting hurt, maybe even killed. If she hadn't been there at all, it might have been an entirely other hunt. "I knew what I was doing. Her warning was just that. A warning. I thought since I knew to expect danger..."

Her voice trailed off and she eyed him for a moment, taking in his posture, his facial features. In some ways, she was a mystery to him, she knew. From an entirely different time, where her smart mouth and strong attitude were socially accepted. And she knew, despite the annoying flicker of jealousy that often ran through her, that she wasn't all that different from Marian that way. Only here, he had to accept that because it was normal, women were more equal. And though she knew he loved her, she didn't know if it was enough.

Especially when he'd all but said he'd end it if things didn't change.

She bit her lip, turning away from him and walking towards the window. Peering out, she took in Lawrence as a whole, trying to see it as 'normal' people did. A regular city where the worst thing she'd find on the next corner was a mugger. Not a demon. A rapist instead of a wendigo. Where kids were brutal and jerks but didn't turn out to be Acheri. "I was a brat when I was a child," she began, then gave a little laugh. "I know, it must be so hard to picture. But I was a shallow girl, the sort that judged the other girls and cliqued up with my friends so no one could get to me. I didn't see the world as needing to be helped, I saw the world needing to help me to get higher. I met this guy...he changed everything. Ruined my life, landed me in debt, and slept with more women than I could even count, all while with me."

And she'd barely been eighteen. Which was less than a decade prior but god, it felt like forever ago. "When I was nineteen, that all changed. The Doctor taught me so much about the universe, but also about myself. About how I didn't need to sit back and let things happen, I could make them happen. If I saw wrongs being done, I could right them. And I do. Every day, that's what I do. It's why I opened my centre, it's why I help the Seal's new arrivals. And it's why I've learned to hunt so well that even Bobby Singer respects me and doesn't insult me most of the time. I'm good at it, Guy." Finally, she turned to look at him again, her heart tugging just seeing that face that she'd certainly never meant to fall for. "Really good. And I can't just sit back and let others fight in my place because you're scared to lose me. Or because I'm scared."

Because she had been. For whatever his thoughts were on the subject, she wasn't completely fearless. She simply knew what needed to be done and was willing for the cost to be her own life if that's what it took.

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turnedtoashes
2013-09-09 04:48 am UTC (link)

He understood her stubbornness. On some level at least it was a way to prove she was independant. Which would have been fine if she had ever been anything other while she was with him. He'd learned his lesson when it came to trying to keep a woman like that from being anything other than she was. Because in many ways, not in all ways, but in many, she was too like Marian for her own good. Too dammed stubborn. So much so that she would ignore warnings, ignore every reason not to go on this stupid hunt and she could have gotten her friend killed for it.

"I haven't told you what to do. At what point does worrying for your life translate to that? I don't complain that you go off for days on end with another man, that you spend more time at John Watson's lodgings than mine. More than any of this though, I did not complain when you started hunting again after your injury. Because you said that it was who you were. You said you had the needed skills to fight the things that needed fighting. I did not blame you for your injuries either. Because you were doing what needed to be done. I blamed the thing that had done it. You're right Rose. You are good at it. Very good. But this time, you rushed in to danger as if it was the only way. This though, you were given a warning not to go by a child whoose warnings bear prophacy. But because you are Rose Tyler you could ignore that. Because clearly you are beyond that, right? And your friend, he is beyond that too? Couldn't have brought someone else with you, asked for a little more help. Brought another pair of eyes."

Guy could not deny the jealousy he felt over her male friends. Not that he minded her having them but there was close, and then there was close. But jealousy had lost him Marian. Destroyed her. And so he pushed down those feelings almost completely. But at the same time perhaps he shouldn't. Perhaps some jealousy was healthy. He'd not ask her to stop seeing them, but...

Perhaps something had to give.

"You've become a different person than her. You're brave, selfless, a true hero and I do admire that. But you're not perfect either Rose Tyler. None of us are, and much as I do not want us always to agree. I want us to talk. I want some of those decisions you rush blindly into to discuss with me, even if you are mad at me for my views, you need to accept that they are my views even if you don't agree with them. As I have done countless times for you."

He didn't know what to do. Didn't know how long he could persist in being calm and rational about this but god he was trying. More than he was used to. But he was.

"I need you to talk to me Rose. Honestly. Why was it so bloody important for you to go that you ignored her. It cannot have been simply because you were upset with me. There has to be more than that?"

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plusone
2013-09-09 04:43 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't stop the little flare of anger that built inside of her when he mentioned John. Seriously? That was an argument he was choosing to fight? On top of everything else? "I spent time at John's because I lived there, Guy. And if it makes you feel so much better, I've moved out so Bo could have my room." She would leave out the little detail about how much she missed it. All of them, right down to the goofy grey pit bull who'd stolen her heart. He didn't need something else to dwell on. There was a point to be made, though. That ridiculous streak of independence had guaranteed that even when living with John, she hadn't given up her own flat at the Complex. All that time, engaged to be married, and she had still hung on to her own home.

What did that say about her, really? Maybe she never should have gotten engaged in the first place. Maybe she shouldn't be this close to anyone now. Maybe her screwed up teen years and living with her mum and the string of boyfriends had damaged her to the point where she shouldn't even consider serious relationships.

But she still loved him. So damn much. Fight for this or let it go? God, this should be easier. She'd had the entire drive back from Florida to think about it.

"You did say I wasn't going, though, Guy," she pointed out, her face settling into something resembling resigned. "Without even consulting me, without talking it over with me. I notice I didn't hear you offer to come along, you simply told Bo I wasn't going. And that wasn't fair to me." Maybe it wasn't reason enough to pack her bags and leave despite warnings of a dire fate, but she had. Her temper had flared, her stubbornness had settled in, and she'd taken off angrily. "If you wanted me to discuss it with you, you were more than welcome to. Instead, you simply told a four year-old that "Rose won't go". And...I don't know. I hated it."

This wasn't fair. She wanted him to understand her, but she knew she had to be understanding of him, too. All that time spent in the TARDIS, visiting different times and planets and learning new cultures, she'd run into this sort of issue before. But never with someone she'd fallen so hard for, who she spent so much time with.

"I know those creatures by now. Better than most. I took Bo's vision as a warning and used it as one." She felt sick trying to put into words how desperately she'd felt the need to go into that fight with Harry. And how worried she was that Harry wasn't going to be okay. "I was wrong. I know that. I don't need you reminding me every two minutes. But at the time, it felt like the right thing to do."

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turnedtoashes
2013-09-16 05:41 am UTC (link)

Her room. Yes. It was still entirely improper to his mind that Lois would share an apartment with a man. More than that a man he had long suspected would have very much liked something to have happened with Rose. And very likely had tried. He had the strange almost domestic scene in vivid colour in his mind. Had done for some time now. But she had promised nothing had happened and oddly, he had accepted that. For the most part.

"I said that yes. Because frankly I was furious with you for ignoring her, for being so bloody stubborn that no one else was possibly right. And you'd never accept me hunting with you either. You'd put yourself in danger doing the very oposite of what you might have previously just because I suggested it as agood idea. You had your friend with you after all, and just how is he dong now?"

He did not understand her logic, running in to fights, refusing to listen to people who perhaps knew better. Bull headed and stubborn and yet he loved her all the same. If she left, it would hurt him, almost as much as it had that day in Acre but it would not end the same way, he'd changed, because of her, both of them actually.

"I do not understand why you felt so strongly that you had to go. Why none of the other Hunters could take it in your stead. Why you? In spite of the warning. Or did you want to spite it, is that it?"

Honestly he didn't know her agenda, or if she even had one. But he just for once wanted her to listen to his advice.

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plusone
2013-09-16 11:45 am UTC (link)

If his fears and jealousy had ever been voiced, Rose could have reassured him with ease. Because, for a time at least, she'd thought maybe there was something more with John. That the two of them could become what everyone already assumed they were. But frankly, she believed he was gay. All that time sharing a flat, all those months sharing a bed, even, and he hadn't even made a move to touch her. Even if he wasn't gay, he was clearly not attracted to her, and she had moved on with Guy since then.

But, as usual, they didn't voice their concerns. Which was part of the problem. So his worries remained silent and her defenses remained up.

"You'd already said that while I was still trying to find out more information from her," she pointed out in regards to him declaring she wouldn't go. Not to her, even. But to Bo. "You weren't angry at my stubbornness. You were scared. And with you, fear manifests as, well, being an ass." Which was the only reason she didn't know for sure if she could hunt with him at her side. She wouldn't intentionally be contrary, he was wrong about that. But he'd work too hard to shield her, to protect her, and not only would she be stifled, but he'd lose focus and likely end up hurt.

And she'd rather break up with him and end it rather than watch him lose his life. Particularly because of her.

"You didn't offer, and you didn't even think to ask," she reminded him, her arms crossed back in her defensive stance. "I've told you. I'm telling you again. I knew those creatures. That hunt was mine. I can't simply back down because there's a chance things will go wrong."

But maybe she should have. If she did, though, was she any better than someone who ran from the fight? If Bo declared she'd die in the final battle that they were so close to fighting, would they expect her to leave then, too? She couldn't.

"I don't know what else you want from me here. I've explained my reasoning and even admitted that I went about it the wrong way. I've apologised for not listening. Yet you continue to beat this poor, already dead horse. Is there anything else you'd like to add?" Oh, she was getting annoyed. And angry. And defensive. The truth was, however, that her defensive attitude was a cover. Because if she didn't, if she let too much more of herself show, she'd break down and cry. This wasn't how this was supposed to end.

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turnedtoashes
2013-09-19 08:07 pm UTC (link)

He would not deny it. He had told the child Rose would remain. Because he assumed after a seeing like that, any sensible person would not have walked into danger. But then this was Rose and danger seemed to appeal to her. So she'd taken yet another one of her male friends and gone off for days to get into danger and get him hurt, and no, he hadn't gone with her. Maybe he should have done but if he was honest, the thought simply hadn't occurred to him. Hunting was her thing, it was something he had avoided for the most part. Solitary battle had never much suited him anyway.

"You would have refused me. Because I don't hunt as you do, because that is yours, your mark of independence or something. I do not know, but you would have been unhappy on some level if I had because then I would have been on your territory. I could not have made suggestions to leave or anything of the sort and have you listen to them."

He did see her point, more than that he knew what it meant.

"I was worried for you, but as to what I want from you now, there is nothing I wish to add. I still cannot tell if any of this is sinking in, but I do love you and I do want to work on all of this because whatever you may believe, however I offended you. My actions were out of that." Guy really did just want to take her in his arms and tell her things would work out. But that, as ever was up to her.

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plusone
2013-09-23 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Rose sighed, hurt running through her. He was right. For all their fighting and bickering, for how different they could be, he did know her. That streak of independence was almost dangerous. The stubbornness, the pride. It would, very likely, get her killed if she wasn't more careful. All he'd been doing was looking out for her. But she simply couldn't stand to be told no without at least some consideration for her feelings.

Still. He'd said he did still love her. That he wanted to work on it. There might still be hope for them. He'd likely never back down from his worries over Lawrence's vampire population and she'd never stop hunting no matter what the stakes were. But there was hope, at least. So long as they both could acknowledge the other had a right to feel the way they did.

So she stepped forward again, once more wrapping her arms around him, this time not letting go no matter how stone cold he might be. She didn't know how else to convey what she was feeling anymore. "I'm sorry," she murmured again, tucking her face into the warmth of his neck. "I am. I should've listened. We should've at least talked this out before I left. I... I don't know what else to do. I love you."

Because Rose was a fighter. And she wouldn't just fight demons and creatures and aliens and time itself. She'd also fight for the man who had supported her through so much.

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turnedtoashes
2013-09-24 07:57 am UTC (link)

When she stepped forward Guy couldn't help but let out an altogether audible sigh of relief that maybe this could work and maybe she wasn't going to leave him. They had differences, the two of them. Perhaps they always would have. But right now it mattered only that she loved him. And she was admitting also what he wanted her to, that she should have listened.

"I'm not asking you to do what I say, or follow every word. Just to listen, as you have said. We may not agree, you may decide to follow the course anyway but at the very least hear me when I ask something of you. In turn I will not assume. Perhaps with that we can function better don't you think. Talk about things, both of us. Perhaps we are both stubborn."

And there was the other side of it. Guy was worried, terrified even of getting angry enough to hurt her. It was something he could do. He was capable of it. Capable of great hurt.

And he tried, he really had tried to work through all that, especially with her.

"I love you too, and I'm sorry...for being stubborn too. I just want to make sure that you are happy. You are so important to me, and I need you to know that. In spite of everything I am"

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plusone
2013-09-27 02:32 am UTC (link)

She pulled back enough to look up at him, meeting his eyes. Her heart melted a bit at his words, how important she was and that he did love her, despite everything. And he admitted he was stubborn, too, which helped.

God, they couldn't have kids. The monsters would never listen to a word anyone said with their genetics combined.

"I am happy, Guy," she reassured him, her hand reaching up to stroke his cheek lightly. "When I'm with you. When we're not at each other's throats that way." She liked that they had differences. It would've been ridiculous dating some clone of herself. The goal was to be able to work through those differences. To acknowledge them and deal with them. She was crazy about him and he meant the world to her. But she needed to accept him and his twelfth century ways, just as he needed to tolerate her modern independence.

Besides, she'd fallen in love with him exactly as he was. Changing him would defeat the purpose, and she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't allow himself to be changed. But they had to find a common ground or they'd end up ripping each other to shreds.

"We just need to talk when things get hard. We can't let it fester this way, or this happens." And she'd almost lost him. She couldn't do that. She wouldn't, not this way.

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