I'm looking for someone to write an Alec Hardy/Rose Tyler multi chapter fic one where she can't get back to the doctor but meets alec, I've read a couple but there aren't many out there that use the same rose tyler that new the doctor, any idea how to help me?
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Time: Post Doomsday, set during Broadchurch S2, AU (Pete Universe)
Rating: Teen/Mature
Pairing: Alec Hardy/ Rose Tyler
Characters: Alec Hardy, Rose Tyler, Ellie Miller, Claire Ripley, (Past)Tenth Doctor, Pete Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Tony Tyler, Olly Stevens, Tom Miller, Daisy Hardy.
Summary: Rose never made back to her original universe. Dimension cannon failure. Set at the beginning of Broadchurch S2, spoilers of S1 & S2, set 8 years after Doomsday. No reunion. Hardy in not connected to the Doctor.
She knew it wasn’t him. They were different persons, different beings really. No connections whatsoever — she had looked into him — apart from having the same face, the same body, they hadn’t anything in common.
Chapter 1
She knew it wasn’t him. They were different persons, different beings really. No connections whatsoever — she had looked into him — apart from having the same face, the same body, they hadn’t anything in common.
Oh, she had thought he was, like for 5 minutes after bumping into him.
Three days ago she was walking across the Wessex Court lobby looking for judge Brook’s office, so he’d granted a search warrant for a Torchwood case, when she stumbled onto someone.
“Sorry mate” She apologised quickly, automatic, not even glancing at whoever she had run into.
“Look to the bloody way ye’re walkin’” an angry voice laced with a thick Scottish brogue replied her.
“Well same to—” She raised her head, bothered by the rude answer. The rest of her cheeky reply died in her throat. She gaped at the man in front of her aghast, shocked to her very core. She may have seemed like a proper loony, because he looked irritated under her unwavering stare.
He grumbled something and skirted around her to walk away. Watching him leave, sparked enough life into Rose to run after him and grab his hand. It was like his and yet different, warm where his had been cold, coarse where his had been soft, new. She had asked anyway.
“Doctor?” Her voice rimmed with hope, yet broken. He had turned to her, surprised by her touch, then annoyed again when he realised it was her, and lastly with a tired expression clouding his brown eyes.
“Ye’ve mistaken me with somebody else.”
“Am I?” She asked deflated, a hint of desperation on her voice. He must have spotted it, because his answer was softer, almost compassionate.
“I’m no doctor, just a copper.”
“Sorry.” Rose whispered, letting his hand go. She felt cold then, sick.
“Sure.” She heard him say, though she was already walking away, sprinting towards the loo.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Broadchurch
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alec Hardy/Rose Tyler
Characters: Alec Hardy, Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: pregnancy!fic, Flu, happy bloody valentine's day, UST, married, Fluff
Series: Part 5 of ClosedVerse, Part 2 of Whoville's Follower Milestone Celebration
Summary:
It's one week after that Bloody Valentine's Day, and Rose has passed the flu along to Alec. Talk about a mini-break gone wrong.
Written for @pipertennant, winner of the Alec x Rose ficlet for my Follower Milestone fic drawing. Her prompt was Getaway Gone Wrong
Rose startled as Alec sneezed, drawn-out and thunderous.
“I can not bloody believe this.” Alec flopped back onto the pillow. A scattering of toxic tissues littered the floor next to the bed where he’d missed the little bin.
Rose sat on the edge of the mattress and smoothed his fever-droopy hair off of his forehead. “I’m so, so sorry. I feel responsible. I gave this bug to you.”
“Stop that. You’re not responsible.” He smirked, and then groaned.
She withdrew her hand and sighed. “You know what I mean, Alec. Don’t be a prat.”
“Sorry. I’m not mad at you.” Alec took her hand and kissed it. “At least I can’t give it back to you.”
“I really wish Torchwood had the antidote for this one. Sorry to say this, but it’s going to get a lot worse before you start to feel better.”
“Well you had better tell them to get of their arses and get working on that antidote yesterday. You seem to have some pull over there.” Alec cracked a smile even though his eyes were closed.
Rose crawled over him to the other side of the bed. She punched the fluffy the goose-down pillow and propped herself against the elegant, carved headboard. “This room is amazing. Didn’t know about this place. You did good, DI Hotty.”
“Yeah, and I can’t enjoy it. No moonlight beach walks. No 99s. Bloody flu. Bloody non-cancelation policy at the hotel. I want to go home, Rose.” He coughed, and then wheezed, and then coughed again.
“You’re too sick to go home. You can get pampered here. Order room service, soak in that huge tub, watch all the telly you want.”
“You know I hate telly. Bloody waste of time.”
“Just saying…” She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. “Not like there’s anything else you can be doing right now. You couldn’t be at work anyway, so how is it wasting time?”
He harrumphed and flopped onto his side, facing away from her.
“Alec, can’t you even try to rest? I know you feel wretched, but don’t take it out on me.”
“You took it out on me when you had the flu!”
“Oh, so we’re gonna do this, then? Tit for tat? Even Steven? A bit juvenile, if you ask me.” Rose sighed hard and closed her eyes. It was her turn to sigh.
They were both quiet for a while, and the room was silent until Rose started to flip through the room service menu.
“Want something to eat?”
“Soup. And hot tea. And both will be rubbish. Too much salt in the soup. And no one makes tea as good as you.”
Rose half smiled. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me since you spiked that fever.”
Alec again rolled on to his side, but this time he faced his wife. “I’m being a bastard.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. But you aren’t very pleasant to be around right now. If you weren’t honestly sick, I’d say you had Man Flu.”
“There is no such thing as Man Flu.”
“Sorry. That was rude. But I’m trying my best to make this easier for you, DI. I really am.”
“I know.” He coughed and then groaned. “I wanted to make up for the shoddy Valentine’s Day. You had flu. I didn’t get you anything. I—“
“Alec, don’t. You didn’t have to do this you know, book this mini-break. I never thought of this as trying to make up for Valentine’s Day.”
He was quiet.
“There wasn’t anything to make up for. I liked our Valentine’s Day. Jammie Dodgers and curry? Near the top of my list of favourite things. The only bad part was the flu bit.”
He nodded gingerly, eyes closed. “So not a do-over, then. But this is the truth. I did it because I wanted to do something nice for my lovely wife who puts up with my moods and irritation and complaints on a daily basis.”
Rose kissed his cheek and stretched out next to him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.
He threaded his fingers through her soft hair and let out an exhausted sigh.
“What would be doing right now if you didn’t have a fever of 102?” Rose asked against his chest.
He pondered for a moment. “It’s almost eight, so right about now, we are being seated for dinner. Candle light. Champagne. Strawberries dipped in real chocolate, not the chalky fake kind.”
“Oi! Are you ever going to give that a rest? That was the first and last time I ever bought that.”
“I’ll never stop teasing you about that.”
She laughed quietly. “What next?”
“And after dinner, there we will be dancing in the glass-domed conservatory.”
“What are you wearing?” she asked.
“There’s a dress code at the restaurant, so I’m in my nicest suit — nothing I ever wear to work. It’s the one I wore to our wedding.”
“Blue tie, or red?”
“Red.”
She hummed happily. “I like that one.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked.
“I am wearing that black cocktail dress that I wore to the Torchwood Christmas party.”
“Sexy. I like that dress because I can feel your back while we’re dancing. Can slip my hands under the fabric. And it’s got that low cut bit up front.”
“Knew you liked it.”
“What shoes?” he asked.
“You do have a thing for shoes, don’t you?”
“Heels show off your brilliant running legs.”
“Four inch stilettos. They get me closer to your lips.”
Alec scratched her scalp. “Cheeky. What colour are they?”
“Shiny red. The bloke who sold them to me said they made my legs look good.“
Alec quietly grunted, and Rose laughed quietly. “Jealous?”
“Always.”
“Don’t be. And these don’t hurt—“
He completed her thought. “They don’t hurt your feet. On the other hand, you won’t have to kick them off and play footsie under the table.“ Alec laughed, but it turned into a racking coughing spell.
“Oh, love. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this.” Rose lifted her head and looked at him with sad eyes.
He encouraged her to return her head to his chest. “After we dance for a while, we’ll go into the bar for a nightcap. I’ll have a glass of sparkling water with lime, and you can have whatever you want. You know what they say about too much drink and sexual performance for men.”
“I doubt you could ever have that particular problem,” Rose growled as she stroked the smattering of hair on his chest.
“But remember, I’ve already had Champagne. Don’t want to tempt fate. And I want to be in my right mind when I make love to you. Want to memorise every single curve and dimple and soft and warm delicious part of you.”
Rose breathed in and out. “Not fair. This is worse than sexting. Because you’re here, and we can’t do anything about it because you’ve got the flu. You’re a tease.”
He chuckled. “Always. Teasing pays off most of the time.”
She buried her face into his chest, and breathed in the scent of his soap, but grimaced a bit as he also smelt of sweat and flu. “I’m glad we came here. Even though you have the flu, it’s still brilliant to get away.”
“Been too long.”
“Let’s do this again? But when you’re not flat on your back with the flu.”
“A non-Valentine’s do-over do-over?”
“Exactly.” Rose hesitated for a minute. “We’d better get in all of the minibreaks that we can before October.”
“What’s happening in October?”
Rose paused to chew her lip. She stilled her hand. “I was going to wait until dinner tonight, but since we aren’t going to dinner…” Her voice trailed off.
“Sorry about dinner. Never been to a Michelin two star restaurant before.”
“Never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should wait. You’re sick and this is important, and—“
“You’ve piqued my interest now. No going back. I could investigate. My powers of interrogation are nearly always successful.” He coughed again. “Care to confess before I begin what will certainly not be a pleasant process.”
“Usually your interrogations are extremely pleasant. I happen to know you brought your cuffs.”
“Always on duty. I don’t go anywhere without them.”
“How well I know. Came in handy in my storage room.”
“Stop stalling.”
Rose hesitated for a moment, and then rolled off of the bed. She padded across the thick carpet to her suitcase. After digging around a bit, she returned to the bed, but stood still as a statue, her face flushing. She breathed in and out a few times.
“Would you hurry it up woman?” Alec said it as strongly as he could in his weakened state.
“Sorry. I’m nervous. I don’t know what you’re going to think about this. It’s unexpected and frankly, I’m shocked because, well, it was supposed to be 99.9% effective.”
From behind her back, she produced a small parcel wrapped in light blue tissue. It was wrapped like a piece of sweet candy, each end tied with pink ribbon. She climbed onto the bed, and sat on her knees. Biting her lip, she held it out to him.
Alec’s eyes went wide. He sat up as well as he could before he took the package from her outstretched hand. One bow was released as he tugged the tail, and then the second fell free. Without tearing the paper, he unrolled the tissue.
“You’re…?” Alec pulled out a tiny pair of baby booties.
She nodded. “Pregnant. Yeah.” She picked at her fingernails and nodded. Her eyes began to glisten.
“And you’re upset?” he asked, voice small.
She shook her head, and bit back a smile. “Not hardly. I didn’t know what you’d think about it.”
With more strength than a man with the flu should have, he grabbed her hand and tugged her down to him. He peppered her face with kisses. “How could I ever be upset?” He kissed the top of her head, and placed his hand low on her back. “So when do you think it happened?”
“Hard to tell. You’re always jumping my bones,” she teased.
“I do not jump your bones. It’s not my fault you’re so incredibly irresistible.”
“I like to think it happened when we went on that walk in the snow to the gazebo.”
“You were shivering. It was my duty as a husband to warm you up.” He cleared his throat a few times, and then grabbed a tissue. “Clothes-on sex is hot.”
“Speaking of hot. We need to stop talking about this. I’m getting… hot.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Broadchurch, Doctor Who
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Alec Hardy, Ellie Miller, Rose Tyler, Tony Tyler
Additional Tags: Rose and Tony are there in a non-shippy way, Crack
Summary:
Alec is roped into judging a dog show.
Notes:
I thought I posted this ages ago. Must have never gotten around to it. Found it in my Ulysses draft folder.
Inspired by David Tennant’s appearance at the Chiswick Dog Show back in 2016.
Doggie Treats
“Inspector! You will stop talking and listen to me. And listen to me carefully.”
Alec planted his hands on his hips and shuffled his feet a few times.
“You will show up at the park tomorrow, and you will be on your best behavior. That means smiling at strangers. And talking. No sarcasm. No complaining. No… investigating. Just judging.”
The detective sucked air through his teeth, and then nodded.
“Oh don’t be so sour. It will be fun. You and Ellie will enjoy yourselves. It’ll be a lark. You get the whole afternoon off. Supposed to be a lovely sunny day tomorrow.”
Chief Superintendent Jenkinson returned her attention to her work as he made his escape.
Ellie Miller shuddered as the glass separating his office from the rest of the world rattled.
“Don’t slam the door!” She looked down at her work. “Plonker. I swear you’re going to rain shards of glass down on me one of these days.”
oOo
“I really don’t need to be here. I have too much work to do.” Alec sipped tea from a flimsy paper cup.
“Stop your complaining. It’s only a couple of hours. We’re here to honor Broadchurch’s police dogs. Haven’t you ever seen the memorial to of our fallen four-legged officers? It’s back behind the station. There’s a lovely bronze fire hydrant with a plaque.”
“No, I can’t say that I have never stopped to read a fire hydrant.” He smirked.
“Too bad,” smiled Ellie wistfully. “It’s a lovely plaque. More than a few of us were misty-eyed the day it was dedicated.” She sniffed. “Well. Anyway. Moving on. Bunny was an extraordinary dog.”
“Bunny? His name was bunny?” He looked over his sunglasses.
“Her name. The cutest little Scottie you ever saw. Perfectly trimmed beard, pointy ears. Wore a plaid collar with a little bell at Christmas. Could sniff drugs from a mile away. Not a mile of course, but she was good. Very good.” Ellie took a sip of her latté and looked across the green. “Oh goodie! It’s about to start! Smile and wave Alec.”
“Right.” Alec touched his forehead with two fingers, saluting the competitors and their owners.
The partners stopped at each dog. Alec stood with his hands in his pockets and just watched. Ellie talked to the owners, and stroked the downy-soft heads of the little dogs snuggled into the arms of their children.
“What’s this one dressed as now?” Ellie asked a little girl.
“She’s the Blue Fairy,” replied the child.
“And this one?” Ellie asked the next down the line.
“The Pink Princess of Rainbow Land.”
There were more variations on the princess and fairy theme, with a few kings and princes for good measure.
“Why do all of these dogs look like they’ve been caught in a fairy dust factory explosion?” Alec asked Ellie.
“Because it’s cute.”
But the last dog stood out from the rest. He was massive.
“Oh would you look at this one. The dog is bigger than the kid.” Ellie laughed. She pushed Alec on the back and charged towards the giant beast and red-headed child wearing a red cowboy hat with white stitching.
“Hello. Who do we have here?” Ellie asked, smiling.
“This is Tiny.”
Alec smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Sorta obvious name,” he muttered to himself.
Ellie shot him daggers with her eyes.
“Can I pet your dog?” asked Ellie.
“Sure.”
“Hello, Tiny. Aren’t you a good boy. Oh yes you are. Yes you are!” Ellie cooed. She ruffled behind his floppy ears black ears. “And what’s your name, little man?”
“I’m Tony Tyler, and I’m here with my sister who is taking a mini-break from work. She works too much, and Mum said she was turning into a right beast so Mum sent me off with my sister because my sister always acts good around me ‘cos I’m so cute.”
Ellie laughed. “Come here Alec and take a look at this fine dog.”
Alec stood at least five feet away, arms crossed.
“Hey, mister,” said the little boy. “Both of you are police officers, right?”
Alec raised his eyebrows above the rims of his sunglasses. “That’s right. I’m a Detective Inspector, specifically.”
“That’s cool. Wanna pet my doggie?”
Alec rocked on his feet for a moment, and then approached the enormous hound. He held his hand above Tiny’s head.
The dog looked up.
His ears perked.
And then he was up on his four long legs.
And then he sprang up on two hind legs. And before you know it, Tiny had his front paws on the tall detective’s shoulders.
“Down Tiny! You bad, bad dog! Get down right now! Tony, give me the lead. Give it here! Quick!”
A blonde woman grabbed the red line from the small child and snapped the lead once. “Get down, Tiny!”
Before Tiny was persuaded to release the startled detective, his enormous, pink tongue ran up Alec’s cheek. He woofed once, low and bellowing, into the DI’s ear.
“I’m so, so sorry. I keep telling Mum that Tony’s too little to handle this dog, but—“ the blonde woman said.
“Sometimes I ride him like a pony,” Tony interrupted.
“Oh, I bet you do,” muttered Alec as he wiped his face with a his sleeve.
Ellie laughed. “So where is Tiny’s fancy dress? For the contest?”
“Oh, he don’t need no clothes.”
“Doesn’t, Tony,” corrected the blonde.
“He doesn’t need any clothes, ‘cos I’m his fancy dress!” Tony jumped on the horse’s back, and took a slow, loping ride around the detectives.
“Get off the dog, Tony,” sighed the sister.
“Look at me, Rose! I’m a cowboy. Yeeeeee haw!” Tony lifted his cowboy hat into the air. “Ride ‘em cowboy!”
“Yes, I can see you riding our giant dog. Now you need to get off the dog. Mum would send you inside if she saw you.”
Tony slid off of the dog’s back, and tumbled onto the ground, laughing.
Alec took his sunglasses off, looked up and down the line of dogs he had just surveyed.
“I don’t know about you Baker, but he gets my vote. He isn’t sparkly. I’m going back to work.”
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I don't know if you are still collecting prompts nut i've seen agifset on tumblr and now I can't stop thinking how interesting it would be to read a fic, where DI Hardy's "condition" isn't heart problem but actually is lycanthropy. And the one to figure it out is Rose Tyler. She can be either Rose that is stuck in that universe working for Torchwood or she can be just DC under his command who happens to love supernatural romance books and knows the signs.
