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Long before her touch had mutated the Dalek it had resurrected him; faded some of his scars and drawn a few more smiles out, made the ache in his head a little less lonely.
A snippet based around the deleted hug scene from Dalek. Written for @doctorrosebingo.
SUMMARY: Part fifteen of the just the bits in-between series: a collection of missing scenes taking place between or during each episode of series 2.
doomsday. Tells the story of how the Doctor went from losing Rose at Canary Wharf to finding her on Bad Wolf Bay, with past missing scenes of their time together that detail just how he was able to do so. chapter 6: The Doctor runs into a past acquaintance, who has something she'd like him to have.
TAGS: missing scene, hurt/comfort
Read on AO3: doomsday, ch. 6
“There are so many things I wish I could say to him and… and now I’ll never get the chance.”
Rose had once said that to him, the day they had sat on Mickey’s floor. The Doctor had wondered what she would have said to Mickey, and more importantly, why she had wanted to say it. Later, she had confirmed her relationship with Mickey was difficult, and there was a lot unsaid between them. That those unspoken words were the ones she regretted the most. She’d never told him how much he meant to her, and the Doctor had wondered how one could ever possibly put that into words – especially one where words weren't often used.
“He knew, though,” the Doctor said absentmindedly, without really meaning to. Shareen hummed somewhat in agreement.
“How about you, what was the last thing you ever said to Rose?”
summary: After a slight mishap at Torchwood, Rose has gone temporarily missing. While Mia is out, she runs into her mum, but not as she last saw her - instead wearing a blue leather jacket with deep circles beneath her eyes. Worried about her mum's state and trying to comfort her, Mia calls the Doctor so Rose can speak to him.
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It had been three weeks since Rose Tyler’s unexpected tumble through a far-away dream, and now she found herself towing the Earth home.
She had done it.
Her gaze, as it swept over all the many happy faces bobbing in and out of her view, landed not on the pinstriped Doctor, but on the blue Doctor. Catching her gaze, he winked at her and clicked his teeth.
God, it was really him . Her face was going to split open from smiling so hard.
“Thinking about what adventures we’ll have next, Rose Tyler?” He said her name in that way that only he could.
Something once-blurry came suddenly into blinding focus. That picture of her and the Doctor and their daughter. Sharing a life — normal and yet not all at once. The text that said Grandma Jackie. The one adventure he could never have. The one adventure she never let herself fully believe she’d be able to find again.
Her gaze returned to his. Did he know? Did he know what could be waiting for them?
She wanted it so bad she couldn’t breathe . The voice she’d heard on the phone that day….
You are my heart.
Singular.
She grinned at him.
Do you know what I’m trying to tell you?
She wanted to kiss him, snog the living daylights out of him right here in front of everyone until they all went home and left them to their peace.
Of course I do.
The Doctor took a deep breath. “You told me something. Something I don’t take lightly. And I want, need you to know, that… you’re everything to me. You have given me happiness more infinite than I could have ever dreamed of. You are the centre of my universe. You are my heart. I… I care for you more than I can say. Do –” he felt suddenly worried, worried that this opportunity might be lost, that she wouldn’t know, that she was doomed to suffer this next month in the dark, that she had never known until that second time on the beach; not at the Game Station, or Krop Tor, or— “Do you know what I’m trying to say?”
He held his phone tightly in his hand; if he would have looked at his knuckles he would have found them white.
“Yes, Doctor. Of course I do, I do too, I–”
Her voice was suddenly cut off, marked by the sound of a harsh smack .
“Rose? Rose?!”
Some rustling. His heart thundered.
Mia’s voice. “She disappeared, Dad.”
His head was full of static. His thoughts were rushing and all he could hear was the crash of a wave just about to take him under.
Of course I do. I do too, she had said.
He let out a breath, devastated and relieved as realisation struck him like lightning to the head of a pin.
Oh.
Oh.
She knows.
He blinked furiously.
“Dad?”
He cleared his throat. His beautiful, wonderful, brilliant daughter.
“Thank you for thinking to call, you brilliant, clever girl. Do you want to meet back here, at Torchwood, and then we can both go home?”
“Yeah, that would be good.” She swallowed, somewhat shaken. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Not if I see you first.” He missed Rose. “I love you, Mia.”
He wasn’t mistaken if he thought she sounded a little choked up too.
“I love you, Dad.” The line clicked.
He let the phone fall from his hands and clatter to the table, eyes wet and growing wetter. He scrubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes and then let them rest there, sitting his elbows on the table.
The events of the day flickered behind his eyelids like a thousand different film reels all playing at once.
Finding out this afternoon that Rose had been teleported somewhere and rushing to Torchwood. Watching in frustration as everyone realised that she couldn’t have gone far and leaving him to figure it out. His wife was missing. Hearing her sob on the other end of the phone. Knowing that even though she would be fine, there was nothing he could do now. No possible way on Earth to be with her at this very moment. No matter how his heart ached. No matter how much he couldn’t fight the panic that grew when she was gone. No matter where she was.
“What are you doing in ‘ere all alone?”
Her voice. His head snapped up.
“Rose?”
It really was her. Back from the aether. Beautiful and perfect and not a hair out of place and smiling at him with that fondness she reserved only for him.
“Rose.”
He was in her arms before he’d even realised he’d pushed away from the table, trying to regulate his breathing but finding himself overwhelmed at the feel of her familiar embrace. It’s only been a few hours , he chided himself.
“Doctor, is everything okay?”
He couldn’t help himself from sniffling a little, burying his head further into her shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s just been a long day.”
“Want to tell me about it?”
He nodded into her shoulder and took a deep breath before backing away to meet her gaze. God, but she was beautiful. Her every feature radiated safety, warmth, comfort.
“Today was the day that you jumped here and met Mia before you really properly found me. Before we ended up here together. I just got off the phone with you.”
Her eyes were wide.
“Oh, Doctor, I’m sorry. I… I wish I could have been here, with you.”
He laughed in spite of himself. “Funny, that’s just what I told you.” He couldn’t help it – he gathered her into a hug again, just to feel her so close to him.
“It was so long ago, but that old fear that had followed me around during our time apart that you didn’t know that I – that I loved you, it came crashing back. All I could think was how guilty I felt for leaving you to carry the weight of every universe on your shoulders all alone.” His words were slightly muffled as he spoke them into her jacket.
“But you didn’t leave me,” she reminded him. “You’re right here. And I knew, Doctor. We’ve talked about this. I’ve always known, okay? Always.” She twisted her head so she could kiss just above his ear. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
He laughed again. Being hard on himself was one of his oldest strengths. “For you, I’ll try.” He took in a deep breath, then righted himself once more. “Where did you end up today, anyways?”
“You would not believe – Brixton! Brixton, and I didn’t have my wallet or my phone on me or anything.”
“How’d you get back?”
“I walked – I wasn’t that far away from the Estate Mum and I used to live on, so I made a little detour to see if it had changed in all these years. Wasn’t so far anyway, and less hassle than trying to borrow someone’s phone. Although I would have tried, if I would have realised it was going to be such a traumatic day.”
“Mum!”
Rose whirled around just in time to see Mia rush into the room. In an instant she was in her mother’s arms, properly this time. Her tears flowed freely.
“I’m so glad it’s you, I thought I saw you earlier, and it was you, but you didn’t even know me, and you were so sad, and I didn’t know what to do.”
Rose shifted a little, just enough that she could look her daughter in the eyes. She brought one hand up to cup her face, wiping away the fat tears that rolled down her cheeks.
“But you did so well, Mia. You were so brave. It takes a lot of courage to power through something like that when everything seems so wrong. But you were incredible. Okay?” Mia nodded softly, offering a tentative smile.
Rose’s voice grew softer, lower. “I thought about your face and the conversation I had with your dad every day until I came back. You gave me a light at the end of the tunnel. And I focused on it and fought for it until I found it. You’re the best daughter I could ever have.”
Mia’s face, previously recovering, broke down into tears again.
“I missed you, Mum.”
Rose’s heart broke a little. She brought her daughter close and felt it mend.
“I missed you too, precious girl.”
She felt the Doctor’s arms close around the both of them. Her family. The picture they’d taken last week at her birthday. The memory of the phone call she’d had had faded with time, the fear of future knowledge spoiling her present pushing it away until it really did feel like a dream.
She took a deep breath. She could smell the Doctor’s familiar scent, same as ever. She could feel his singular, human heart beating against his ribs, pressed against her back. She could feel their precious daughter hugging her tight.
I am so lucky being able to talk to you right now, to tell you that it’s all going to be okay. Because it is.
She blew out her deep breath and smiled ear to ear.
Out on a snowy hike, the Doctor and Rose get lost and quickly find themselves in danger. With night upon them and temperatures dropping fast, staying warm becomes a matter of survival.
There's a bouquet of flowers on her bedside table when Rose opens her eyes in the morning, roses and peonies, daffodils and tulips and irises, even a sprig of hyacinths; a colourful, fragrant amalgamation wrapped in soft fern and pale pink crepe paper, and it steals her breath with it's simple, yet joyful beauty.
She'd wonder how the Doctor managed to get her spring flowers in September, but then again, they live in a time machine, so it wouldn't be hard, would it? What is time, really, when you spend it jumping through the ages at a whim?
A knock comes, as she sits on the edge of the bed, her smile buried in the blossoms. "Come in."
The door opens, and ah, yes, there he is, and oh, how Rose adores him and his stupid endearing everything. "Morning, Rose! Up and at them! Rise and shine! The day is young and so are we! Well, so are you. I'm… well. Anyway."
Rose giggles. God, but he's a goof when he rambles. "Morning, Doctor." She stands up, puts the bouquet back on her nightstand, and stretches. Her spine pops, as do her shoulders, and yes, this feels like the start of a wonderful day. "Anything exciting planned for us today? For breakfast? Or for after? Either way, breakfast first. I’m starving."
The Doctor offers her his hand, and when Rose takes it (as always, with not even the slightest hesitation), he pulls her close with a grin. "It's a surprise."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song
Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, River Song
Additional Tags: 13 saves her wife from the Library, river refers to 13 as her husband because that's what she is dammit, Reunions
Series: Part 1 of fic commissions
Summary:
Enough time had passed, she felt, to be able to do this. Not for her - never for her. But for River. Always River.
Walking down the halls of the Prydonian Academy, ninety six year old Theta Sigma Lungbarrowmas works up the courage to ask his longtime crush Arkytior Oakdown on a date. Most academy cadets are already betrothed at his age, but Theta and Arkytior’s parents want their children to marry for love, rather than for obligation. It’s been a rough week, what with learning what his name means in earth language class(Death God Cemetery Breath) and Ushas teasing him relentlessly for it, while lording over him the fact that her own name means “Goddess of the Dawn”, to his cousins calling him “Snail” and “Worm hole” again and destroying his sketches of Arkytior. But, with some encouragement from Koschei and the Corsair, he’s finally ready to ask her to accompany him to the Otherstide ball. He hopes she’ll say yes!
BBC owns Who, RTD owns Rose, and DollDivine(found here: https://www.dolldivine.com/) owns the Dollmaker I used to make this pic(found here: https://www.dolldivine.com/mega-fantasy-avatar-creator).
