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Tweak says, "How about scaring it? ... BOO!"

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

Entry tags:

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
2013-09-24 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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