Who - The Doctor and Rose What - Talking and FEELS!!!! Where - Their control room on the TARDIS When - Now Rating: TBD Status - In Progress
The Doctor had found the last few weeks since Guy had been taken, incredibly confusing. All he'd wanted to do was be there for Rose, because he cared more deeply for her than he ever let himself admit. But, she'd left the TARDIS and moved back into the flat she'd shared with Guy. And, he understood that, he did. She wanted to be near to the man she'd loved. And being at the flat had allowed her to do that. He'd lost too many people over the last 900 years. Had them taken from him. So, he did understand that need.
What he didn't understand was why she was avoiding him. Oh, she'd said she wasn't. But, he'd known she was. She hadn't visited. And when they'd been at various social occasions, she'd been distant. Well, she'd said hello. Given him a quick hug, but then she'd made an effort to keep away from him. He tried to give her the space she'd obviously needed. But, it ahd still hurt. She was his best friend, more than that really.
And then, then she'd sent those text messages. She'd said she loved him. And yes, he'd heard her say it before. But, not here. And, he knew he felt the same. He loved her more deeply than he'd ever loved a human. But, he could never grow old with her. He wasn't sure he could handle her growing old beside her, while he stayed the same. Watching her die. It was in moments like this that he wished he wasn't a Time Lord. Wished he could give her the life with him she deserved.
And now, she wanted to talk to him. In person. And that terrified him. Because after he'd arrived, they'd drifted into their familiar camraderie. Never mentioning what was between them. His hands, stuffed in his pocket, he walked towards the archived control rooms. Both of his hearts beating faster than normal. He had no idea what he wanted. There was a chance things could be different here. They never knew how long they had. So, if he had one chance to be with her, before he lost her again. Maybe he should take it.
He paced the control room. His control room, his hand running over the more familiar controls. He had no idea how this conversation would end. He had no idea how he wanted it to end.