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[thedalektables]

«Sitting down, looking around at his surroundings, [the Doctor] brushed some flour from his hair, the front of his jacket, and his trousers, and started to take stock of the events of the last two months; his entire life so far as a human.

It had been interesting, he thought; interesting — and somewhat complicated. Take this morning, for instance.

As an exercise in self-restraint, to see if this human body was just as restless as the Time Lord’s was, he had tried to sit in one place for as long as he could. That place being the kitchen table — while Jackie had been in baking mode. With Tony in his high chair at the table too, the Doctor had decided it would be a good idea to teach the boy the rudiments of the chemical interactions involved in the bread making process. He proceeded to cover both himself and the boy in flour as he explained how fine the grains were, by throwing some into the air and watching them float back down. Tony had giggled at this, and Jackie had turned with a smile on her face at hearing him laugh. The smile had instantly turned to a look of horror at the mess she had been faced with, and she had shouted louder than a Nine-Eared Mologot. He thought said Mologot would have been ecstatic at making a noise like that, and said so. He hadn’t seen anything wrong in this statement, it was a compliment, and he was trying to be nice, to placate her. Unfortunately, Jackie had been as far from flattered as it was possible to be.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.1)

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[thedalektables]

«As the Doctor showered, he thought about how Rose had coerced him into house hunting this afternoon. He smiled as remembered just how she had convinced him it was time they had a place of their own; she had had him at a complete disadvantage at the time, being pinned down underneath her. She had tickled him mercilessly — he seemed to be a lot more sensitive to it as a human (strange, that — everything seemed more…well, vivid, he supposed) and as he had gasped for breath, crying for mercy, she had told him they were going house-hunting. Humans and their curious descriptive phrases - he got the utterly surreal mental picture of the two of them armed with sticks, chasing a semi-detached around until they beat it into submission, and looked at Rose in complete wide-eyed confusion, running a hand through his hair while the other tugged on an earlobe.

It was Rose’s turn to be giggling hysterically at the picture he presented — and once he told her what he had envisaged as house-hunting, she had collapsed onto the bed, and laughed so hard she had been unable to breathe, clutching her stomach, worrying the Doctor so much he had tried to give her the kiss of life. That of course had ended up with them in bed, much to his delight and her chagrin, and snuggling up together after a very energetic session of love-making, she had managed to explain the correct way to go house-hunting. He had been a little disappointed at the prosaic explanation, but decided to treat it as an adventure anyway — it would be a new experience after all; walls and carpets and doors and a mortgage.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.2)

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[thedalektables]

«[The Doctor] felt a tear track its way down his face as he nodded at her, too overcome at her words to be able to speak. He gave her a watery smile, and as she smiled back at him he thought his heart would burst. Now he knew why the Time Lords had two hearts — one just was not enough to hold all the love he felt for his Rose.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.3)

[thedalektables]

«“And that means what, exactly, Doctor? In layman’s terms would be nice, by the way.”

The Doctor had looked at Pete and grinned, a little shamefacedly, then continued, wandering around, running his hands through his hair and gesticulating wildly.

“Thing is, Pete, the Time Lords were very clever. Brilliant, in fact. They knew if they just tweaked things a little, they could stop all that from happening. They knew that a build-up of non-inherited mutations in mitochondrial DNA was associated with an increased risk of certain age-related disorders such as heart disease, and that the progressive accumulation of these mutations over a person’s lifetime could have a role in the normal process of aging. So they changed things dramatically, removing that risk and making the aging process infinitely longer. That also meant that tissue regeneration was enhanced, to the extent that whole body regeneration became possible. And there they stopped.”

So had he. He had stood in front of Pete’s desk and leaned over towards the by now completely bemused man, then grinned hugely.

“And that’s where I come in. In my, quite frankly, amazing brain,” As he said that, he had reached up and tapped the side of his head[…].

“I can see what they didn’t. That if they had carried on, gone just that little bit further with it, they would have figured out that human DNA is essentially the same. That with just a little manipulation, it could become completely compatible with Time Lord DNA. Since this body has both already combined, I can manipulate it even further. To the extent that with a single injection, Rose will never have to go through anything like that ever again. All I have to do is take a DNA sample from her, combine it with a sample from me, add the recessive gene for regeneration to it, and inject it into Rose. It will, however mean that she won’t be completely human anymore.” He stopped to see what reaction Pete would have to that little announcement.

Pete, to his credit, hadn’t seemed completely fazed by this. Reaching across his desk, he called through to his secretary.

“Carol, page Rose for me please. Ask her to come to my office urgently.” That done, he sat back in his chair, fixed the Doctor with a now familiar look — the one that said ‘You hurt my daughter and I’ll hurt you’.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.3)

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[thedalektables]

«’[…]So. How have you been, getting used to it now? ’ The Time Lord paused for a second, then continued quickly. ‘Forgiven me yet?’

The Doctor chuckled out loud.

'Of course I have; anyway, nothing to forgive. But there are thank you’s, there’s quite a few of those. Rose and I have a lot to thank you for. Thanks to you, I’m happy. I have a wonderful life as a human; I have a home with doors and carpets…but no mortgage.’

He felt the Time Lord chuckle at that, and grinned at their little in-joke before continuing.

'I have Rose, and I love her so much it hurts sometimes…and now there’s the baby.’

He felt the mental equivalent of a huge hug at that statement, and grinned, feeling how proud the alien was at hearing that news.

'It’s not been easy, and I nearly lost her…I did lose my boy…’

He was lost in his memories for a moment, thinking how close it had been for Rose, and how much he had wanted his son to live, but knowing that was not possible. He could feel the Time Lord’s grief for him, and had the sensation of holding back tears. He knew the other man was allowing himself to cry for him and thought quickly. He had grieved so much for others; he would not let him grieve for them.

'The baby, oh, my little girl. Now there’s a miracle. I can just see what she’ll be like; all beautiful and stubborn like her mother, and clever like her dad- like both her fathers. You’re as much her dad as I am. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t exist, and neither would she. She’ll grow up knowing all about you- we’ll both make sure of that, Rose and I. And she’s telepathic! I’ve got a link to her — can you feel it?’

He smiled as the Time Lord reached further and felt for his daughter, the infant mind pulsing in joy at another touch. This time he knew the Time Lord was crying, but did nothing to dissuade him.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.4)

[thedalektables]

«The time lord caressed each mind, and dipping further, caressed the mind of their child.

Rose knew he was going, and began to cry, clinging to the Doctor.

‘Don’t Rose, I can’t stay any longer, you know that. Go. Have the wonderful life I know you’re planning. Do it for me, both of you… oh and Rose, little favour — call her Victoria okay? Remember me that way. I lo…’

The words in their heads tailed off as the Time Lord’s link to them was lost.

They stood in the cold wind on that beach, holding each other, silently thinking of the one person in the whole of creation who had made all this possible, and thanked him for their wonderful, amazing, brilliant lives.

In another universe, a tall man with wayward hair and tears rolling down his face, whispered quietly,

“I love all three of you” wiping his hands over his face, walking around the console, flicking switches as he prepared to send the Tardis away from Bad Wolf Bay for the last time. Moving on. As they had.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.4)

[thedalektables]

«[The Doctor] had also enjoyed his first visit to the lab, and had made [Rose] laugh[…]. Half a dozen objects were now labelled and placed in the correct sections of the archives. He had been almost beside himself when he spotted the Altirillian communication device, shoving his glasses on for a better look at the object, (which to all intents and purposes had looked a little like a sonic screwdriver; but smaller, and without the blue light at the end.) He had promptly set to work, dismantling it and putting it together again in less than five minutes. He had gotten a round of applause from the lab staff at that, and had begun to show off, as usual, demonstrating how it worked — and actually succeeded in getting a response from the Altirillians. Unfortunately, they were also not the friendly sort of alien, and had promptly declared war on Earth, which had made him quite angry.

“Oh, now that’s just a brilliant idea, isn’t it? All thirty thousand of you — and not a means of travel amongst you; at least, not one that can get you here. Ah, but you don’t know that yet, do you? Not thought that one through properly, have you, hey?”

He had stomped around being all Time Lord-y, talking about the Shadow Proclamation, hardly pausing for breath, wearing them down in the space of ten minutes — to the point he had actually heard one of them start crying, vowing never to go near the place.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.1)

[thedalektables]

«Alone in their bedroom, [the Doctor] took the little vial from his pocket, along with a syringe, and looked over at Rose sitting on the bed, raising one eyebrow. At Rose’s firm nod and smile, he drew up the sparkling yellow fluid into the syringe, and smiling back at his lover, said,

“Right, Tyler, this is going to hurt you more than me. Arm please.” Grinning at her, he found the vein in her arm he needed to use, and pushing the needle in, winced with her. “Maybe I was wrong about that, hmm?” he said as he pushed the plunger of the syringe home slowly, introducing the solution into her bloodstream. He pulled out the needle when he had finished and pressed his thumb over the injection site to prevent any bruising. When he removed his thumb, he bent and kissed the place he had injected, whispering quietly in Gallifreyan.

‘Your destiny is my destiny. Your life is my life. May Rassilon guide your path and complete my heaven.’

Rose asked him later what he had said, but he just shook his head and said,

“Doesn’t matter. Was nothing, really. Just a bit of… a prayer, you lot would call it, I suppose, or a blessing.”

With that, he had kissed her almost desperately, his eyes damp. He told her the vaccine had taken effect, he could taste it in her, and then made love to her so tenderly and reverently, as if he were worshipping her. As he held her afterwards she drowsily told him she would never forget this night. Neither will I, my Rose, he thought, as his body finally gave up fighting it and he slipped into sleep.»

- What it Means to Be Human, by #TardisMate (Chap.3)