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Sketches and finished result of Time in the Universe in her eyes, in the Edwardian time period! I forgot to colour her fringes red but shhh 

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The Universe In Her Eyes - Chapter 3/?

Chapter 3 - One Last Touch

A couple of weeks had gone by since they had met the girl with the eyes of the universe. It had startled both of them but they had tried not to dwell on it too much. Instead, they focused on their now, or even better, on their now together.

Rose tried not to laugh when the Doctor emerged from her pile of clothes, gasping dramatically. "Whyy", he whined and shot her his best pout. "Why, Rose, whyy?"

She giggled and tapped a finger on his nose, snatching the bright pink top he held in his hands from him. "Because I barely had any clothes left, you genius."

"Yes, but why did Jackie decide to wash everything you have ever owned?", he complained, ogling a neon orange crop top with obvious disdain. "Oh, glad you've never worn this before!"

He just laughed when she threw a jumper at him.

"Oh, by the way, did I mention Mum washed some of your clothes as well?", Rose smirked evilly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The Doctor's eyes went wide. "I felt free to give her some of your suits along with ..." She stopped, obviously enjoying the panicked look on his face. "You didn't ...", he breathed, eyeing her unbelievingly.

"Oh yes, I did."

He gasped for air and Rose would have rolled her eyes at his dramatist behaviour but grinned instead and mouthed the words "Catch me" before she dashed away from his hands that already tried to grab her.

She fled through the cool corridors of the TARDIS, gasping for air through her laughter when he scrambled after her, shouting "Betrayal! Get back here, evil traitor!" but Rose could hear the tease in his voice. She shrieked when he catched up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, tried to wriggle free but his grip was firm. "Gotcha", he breathed into her ear huskily, spinning their bodies around and waggled, his arms still around her, back into the room.

"No fair", Rose pouted, leaning her head back on his chest, "You've got longer legs."

He smirked and clicked his tongue. Then, he added, more serious: "But back to the issue at hand." She smirked. "Right."

"You, Rose Tyler, have violated every rule known to both men and Time Lords."

Why did everytime he said her name like that make her knees go weak? Why did he have to say this completely ordinary name she hadn't found much fondness in the previous nineteen years of her life, like it actually mattered?

His brown eyes twinkled at her. "And by the rightful laws of the Shadow Proclamation you shall now receive your punishment."

For a couple of seconds, both of them held their breaths, gazes locked, trying to hold up a serious expression, both waiting for the other one to make a move.

The moment ended when the Doctor suddenly got a hold on her and threw her on the bed, tickling her relentlessly.

"No, ooh, have mercy!", Rose cried, gasping for air as she wriggled under his touch but he just laughed and continued ghosting his fingers over her side.

"Say you're sorry for washing it without my knowing!"

"No", Rose gasped and yelped when he went for her neck. "Rose", he warned and finally, when she could catch her breath to say "Alright, alright, I'm sorry! Sorry!", he stopped mid-track, his face only inches away from hers.

"Right you are", he smirked and pulled her up by her hands but not letting her get up from the bed; instead, he pulled her against him, settling against the head of the narrow bed.

They spent a few minutes in silence and heavy breathing, leaned against each other, until Rose started fiddling with his tie and straightened it. The Doctor couldn't help but smile at that simple gesture and marvel at the way her fingers smoothed over the fabric of his suit.

"You're not really upset though, aren't you?", Rose asked and looked up at him, her whiskey eyes making him feel dizzy.

The Doctor grinned and tightened his grip around her, resting his head on hers.

"Nah, I could never be angry at you.", he muttered and felt Rose chuckle. Once against, silence fell over them. He liked the silence they had. It was not the kind of awkward, uncomfortable silence he'd been in way too often but comfortable and pleasant because they both knew there were no more things needed to be said, that it was okay just to be with each other, simply enjoying their presence.

She asked him what they'd do about the clothes now. He replied he really had no idea and she laughed at that, making him grin.

He remembered him telling her in his ninth body he didn't want any domestics.

How he would have scoffed at them, seeing them now, all giddy and loony and domestic. He'd loathed the word back then, had been so scared of it he looked back on it with slight embarassment. Maybe it was just because of her.

They'd spent Christmas together, at a proper Christmas Dinner with turkey and mashed potatoes and everything.

He would have never done that, back then.

But then Rose happened. The Doctor smiled. Yes. She had simply happened, in a crashing, good kind of spontaneousity.

The hold of a hand, that had been all it had taken him to fall for her.

Rose sighed against his neck and linked her arms around his middle, closing her eyes. The Doctor resisted the urge to simply take her face in his hands and kiss her.

Not that he wouldn't do it, but it would have destroyed this simple moment that required nothing else than the silence and comfortable contact between the two of them.

His hand found her hair.

Smiling, the Doctor gazed on her freshly washed clothes that were scattered all over the place, along with a lost tie of him or a attempted-to-be-folded shirt of his.

It was all so very domestic.

But that was okay because it was with her.

They sat in the doorway of the TARDIS, their feet dangling over the edge, faces dipped in the light of the Rose Galaxy, her head on his shoulder.

"The Rose Galaxies are going to be discovered on earth in 2012", the Doctor's voice softly explained into her hair, his fingers weaving through the soft strands that glistened in the starlight. "HUBBLE will categorize it as Arp 273, in the Andromeda Constellation." Rose hummed and adsent-mindedly drew butterfly-like patters on the back of his hand. The sight of her relaxed, lost-in-thoughts face made his hearts flutter and filled his whole body with a mingling, pleasant warmth.

"Legends has it, though", he continued, a grin spreading on his face when she perked up, "that there once had been a man, his name foreign to the stars, an anchient Lord of Time with old eyes that haven't seen as much of the universe as he would like. And this man had fallen for a human, her hearts held promises he would never have dreamed of, since he was old and bitter and full of self-loathing, for he had done terrible things in his past. Of course, she fell for him too, after some time and when she devoted herself to him, the man decided to repay her by asking the universe to remember her name. So he created the Rose Galaxy, formed in the shape of a flower just like her name. And since that day, her name was written in the stars." He paused, waiting anxiously for her reaction and added when she didn't say anything, scratching his sideburn: "'s just a legend of course, a stupid old tale to amuse people ... makes the whole thing a lot more cheesy that it really is ... it's all just gas and explosions, of course, but ..." He trailed off suddenly when he felt her body tremble against his and heard her give a small huff. He loosened his arms around her and cradled her face in his hands, fingers brushing her cheeks. "Rose, are you crying?"

"Shut up", she sniffed, a small laugh escaping her lips as she wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her jumper, "What d'you expect, telling me things like that?"

To her surprise, he was laughing softly and he wrapped his arms back around her, burying his head in her neck. "Oh Rose", he breathed against her skin, "my brilliant, fantastic Rose."

She buried herself in his hug and inhaled the scent of him that reminded her old books, the TARDIS and rising suns on a new planet and home.

His hands rubbed her back until her sniffles had died down. He pulled back and brushed her hair out of her eyes, smiling affectionately at her. "I'm sorry for making you cry", he muttered, his eyes plunging into hers (Rose wished she didn't know what her eyes looked like after she'd cried).

She offered him a smile and he gladly accepted it and returned it multiplied.

Rose couldn't help but grin at that and closed her eyes, leaning back against his chest, enjoying the way he instinctly wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and held her as if he never wanted to let go; not until she would pull back.

Why was it that he looked at her like that when he had entire galaxies to his feet, stars in his eyes and all of time and space, like she was the only thing he payed attention to in this moment?

He didn't understand, neither of them did. Though maybe it really didn't need to be understood but needed to be felt. He never questioned why he tasted her name on his lips like an eternal promise, or why he couldn't help but smile when his eyes catched hers, or why he sometimes only needed to simply hold her hand because his hand felt empty and they simply fit.

He didn't need to understand why they just didn't say it in moments like this, how they hadn't said it a million times in-between.

The only thing he needed to understand and know was that she would stay.

She'd stay because she had promised, it was just as simple as that.

And if that would be the only thing he'd ever be sure of in the entire universe, he was was fine with that.

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The Universe In Her Eyes - Chapter 2/?

The second chapter of my Post-Doomsday Fix-It/ Season 3 & 4 AU, featuring my OC Time Winters.

Rating: T

Genres: Friendship, Adventure, Sci-Fi, Romamce, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Doctor(Tenth)/Rose

Summary: Losing Rose brings the Doctor back to a point of complete defeat - until he meets the young Time Winters, the girl with eyes that hold whole constellations, who has been stumbling into him for several times now. What about the visions Time has, the dreams about the running figures and the dark, wrecked street? The Doctor is convinced their meetings weren’t a coincidence and believes the Universe has got something more in store for them …

I also posted this story on https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11360155/1/The-Universe-In-Her-Eyes

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Somehow she had ended up in his coat. It was way too big for her and hung off her shoulders, almost brushing the ground, but he had insisted and not requested it back yet. "You're soaking wet", he'd explained matter-of-factly while taking off the coat and wrapping it around her shivering form. She had snorted at him. "Oh, and what about you, 'cause I don't see you all nice and dry, mister!" He'd shot her a wink and clicked his tongue, saying something about his "superior Time Lord physiology", not paying any attention to her weak protests. "The wonderful thing about rain is, Rose, that you'll get dry again. If you're lucky." His argumentation had serious gaps but Rose had decided not to nag him about it, while she was actually quite happy.

The coat was warm and big and comfortable and so very Doctor-ish she couldn't help but love it.

She was ripped out of her thoughts when the Doctor skipped around the corner. "What took you so long?", she shouted at him as he grabbed her hand and picked up a synched pace. "He was not as diplomatic as I thought", he replied, fiddling with the sonic screwdriver in his hands, eventually gave up after a few seconds of struggle and ran faster. "Turns out he really hates people walking in on him while he changes!"

"Yeah but what is he? Where's he from?"

"Well, it's not like we had a cuppa and a nice chat!"

"Oh, you don't say", Rose replied, rolling her eyes at him, stopping when he pulled her around another corner, the screeching noises behind them fading, "but you must've made some, oh, I dunno, deductions? It's not everyday the famous Howard Davies Johnson turns out to be an alien and tries to kill both of us because you were rude-"

"All I did say was that that one painting was a bit rubbish because of that lightning- oh. That was the rude thing ..." He stopped running for a moment and looked at her as it finally dawned him, scratching his sideburn. Rose shot him a glare. He shrugged. "Yeaah, weell, on second thought I really shouldn've said that ..."

A blood-curdling scream a couple of yards away. He grabbed her hand again, shooting her a mad grin, whispering "Run" and, despite the situation, they both giggled like complete loons as they continued running.

Until there was no where left to run to. A dead-end on a house wall. That's it, the Doctor thought, murdered by a furious artist who isn't even able to take the slightest hint of critique-

"There's an open window!", Rose suddenly exclaimed, pointing up the wall.

The window was about on the second floor - but under that there was a fire escape, just about one or two metres above the ground. Both exchanged a glance, a sly grin growing on both of their faces. They could do that ... without wasting another second, the Doctor and Rose jumped up the escape - while Rose had to give him a hand so he didn't fall back down right away - and grinned at each other triumphantly. He did a little bow. "After you, miss."

"Oi, do I look single to you?", she teased back as she hurried past him, maybe pressing her body to his a little more than it would have been necessary in the process, making him grin and click his tongue at her.

This all would have been very smooth, wouldn't Rose have tripped over the tip of the Doctor's coat; she stumbled, lost her balance and grabbed the Doctor's lapels to search for support but pulled him with her - they ended up on the (thankfully quite low) floor of a small room, all tangled up and laughing manically.

"Sorry", Rose breathed and felt him chuckle. The Doctor tried to push himself up and roll off her. "Oh no", he uttered a little huskily, "my pleasure". After a few moments, he managed to get up and extended a hand to her. Rose grimaced at him, took it and was hauled up to her feet again. Slowly, they began to take in their surroundings: it was a small, somewhat messy room with toys scattered across the floor - and a small, astonished girl standing in the middle of her carpet, staring at them with wide eyes. Alarmed, the Doctor took a step back, but Rose reached for his arm when she realized the girl didn't look scared - just interested and surprisingly fascinated. She was five, probably six and looked up at them with big, dark-blue eyes.

"Who are you, Mister? And who's that pretty lady?"

Both, Rose and the Doctor dared to smile at her. "I'm the Doctor and this is Rose. And who are you?", the Doctor said, gave Rose's hand a reassuring squeeze to signalize her his intention.

"I'm Time", the girl replied and peeked up at them, her freckled face full of wonder.

The Doctor grinned brightly. "Nice to meet you, Time. Would it be okay if we hide here for a little while?"

"Why, are you in trouble?"

"We've had a bit of a row with ... a friend of ours, yes."

"Oh. Well, I guess it's okay. But I gotta ask my Mum first-"

"Actually, you can't tell anyone we're here, Time", the Doctor said quickly and shot Rose a quick glance, who jerked her head at him, motioning him to continue. Before he could say anything, Time asked: "Why not", eyeing them suspiciously. "Are you really here?"

The Doctor stopped. "Yes", he replied finally after a moment of hesitation, "Why?"

"Because my dreams always tell me I can't tell my Mum about them - you, I mean."

"What?"

"Well, they look like you, though. You always come in and say you're a secret."

Rose smiled carefully and knelt down next to the girl, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder while the Doctor quickly scanned the room, his eyes still fixed on the girl in front of them.

"They tell you we're a secret?", Rose asked, her eyes flitting over Time's face.

"No, you say you're a secret. And that you gotta find your blue box."

Rose and the Doctor exchanged a quick, warning glance. Gently, Rose prodded further, her mind racing. "What else do we do? Can - Time, can you tell me what exactly happens in your dreams?"

The young girl shrugged. "Well, you always come in through the window, all dirty and ragged. You're always wearing this coat and it's way too big and I think that's because it's his. But anyway, you see me and then your friend says he's the Doctor and that you're Rose. You ask if I can stay, I say yes, then he tells me I can't tell anyone you're here 'cause you're a secret 'cause you're travelling in a blue box an' it's very special, so if anybody found it you'd have to give it away. The Doctor always holds this strange blue light in my eyes. Then he looks really scared and drags you out." She had explained all of this in a calm and almost bored manner, but now a little pout formed on her lips as she crossed her arms and stared up at Rose accusingly. "You never even say goodbye."

"I'm sorry about that", Rose said softly, trying to keep her voice steady and rubbed the girl's shoulder, "I promise we'll have better manners this time. Is there something else you see, something that scares you?"

Time shook her head hesitantly. "No ... but I remember having another dream", she admitted slowly, her brow furrowed. "But in that one the Doctor was alone. He looked sad. I think you were somewhere else, did you go on holiday?"

Rose held back the gasp that was about to creep up her throat and felt the Doctor's sharp gaze on her back; she found his eyes which were filled with both concern and confusion.

The woman took a shaky breath and averted her gaze from him to face Time's blue eyes again. "Y-yeah", she replied, forcing a smile on her lips, "I ... I went on holiday. It was nice."

"Oh." The girl nodded, lighting up a little and bounched up and down on her heels. "I think he missed you, though."

His brow furrowed, the Doctor crouched down next to them and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Rose flitted her eyes between him and the girl as he asked through grited teeth: "Is there anything else?" Rose was shocked by the force in his voice he addressed the little girl with.

Time cocked her head to one side and watched the sonic closely.

"Is that the part where you hold that weird blue light in my face?"

The Doctor nodded, his lips pressed together to a thin line, his brown eyes staring concentrated at the sonic screwdriver. Rose held her breath and watched the girl scrunch her nose when the light hit her closed eyes. She was a little scared at how casually Time stood there and let herself be scanned, as if this was nothing new for her.

Suddenly, the Doctor's eyes widened in shock.

His face was filled with fear. When he met Rose's eyes there was something else ... pain? Rose felt her breath hitch in her throat. "Doctor, what is it?", she breathed shakily and scrambled to her feet when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

"We're going. Now", he replied, his voice sharp and harsh.

"What? Why?" Rose tried to free her wrist from his hand, but his grip was like steel as he pulled her along. "Doctor, tell me what's wrong! What did you see? What is it with this girl?"

"Nothing", he spat through gritted teeth and didn't let go of her hand when he opened the window.

"Why are you so scared of me?", Time's voice suddenly cut off Rose's protests and the Doctor froze. Slowly, he turned around and looked at the girl. She straightened her back and lifted her chin, her lower lip trembling. "Is it because of my dreams?"

The Doctor didn't answer. All he did was stare at her, his eyes dark and his face closed. That was what he always did when he looked deeper than he should, when he saw things he regret he ever saw.

Then, two words came over his lips that made Rose shiver at the sound of them.

"I'm sorry."

Then, he turned around and climbed out of the window, brushing Rose's arm with his hand as he passed her. Within a second, he was gone.

Rose stood there, completely frozen, her eyes glued to the little girl.

"I'm so sorry", she finally choked out, "You're not scary, Time. He's just ... it was a long day. He's a little stressed out, you know. He didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I'm sure of that." She managed a smile. "Goodbye, Time."

Time smiled at her and Rose noticed a gap between her front teeth. The girl waved at her.

"Bye, Rose. Thanks for remembering today."

Rose nodded and went to turn around, but Time's voice made her turn around. "Oh, and ... can you tell the Doctor not to worry?"

Rose smiled. "Sure. Thanks for letting us stay, Time. Have ... have a fantastic day, okay?"

Time grinned at her. "Okay." Then she turned around and ran through the door, little feet pounding over wooden stairs.

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"Doctor?", Rose called out and peeked into the TARDIS, which she'd found standing in the backyard they had ended up in. The Doctor was standing in front of the console, his whole body shaking. "Doctor?", she repeated, this time a little louder. She shivered at the sight of his trembling, closed-off body. Slowly, she inched closer and streched out a hand for his arm. Before she could touch him, he jerked up and did what he did best: hide everything behind a mask of cheerful mania.

"Right, there you are, sorry for that, ready to go?"

"Doctor", Rose sharply cut him off and took a gentle hold of his arm before he could pull any more switches. "Please tell me what the sonic screwdriver told you about Time. There was something off about this girl and her dreams. What was that, Doctor? What dreams are those, what did you see?", she urged, searching for his eyes. He averted his gaze as if he was ashamed or even afraid to look at her.

When he finally turned around he flashed her a bright smile. "Nothing!", he exclaimed, "I just wanted to get back to the TARDIS before our old chap Howard catched up with us, you know-"

"No, I saw you were scared, something scared you, something made you run away from this little girl ..." her voice trailed off and she stared at him, her face blank. "'I think you were somewhere else'", she repeated, her voice flat. Her eyes flickered up to his, their gazes met. The Doctor's brown orbs were filled with pain. "Rose ...", he started but she interrupted him, her voice a mere echoe of herself. "She said you were alone and that you looked sad-"

Her eyes widened. "Is that why you were so scared? Why you didn't want to tell me?"

"Rose, I ... I'm not sure if-"

"No, no, I saw how horrified you were, you - she said I'd leave. But - but that's not gonna happen!", Rose spoke hotly, her voice growing stronger with each syllable, her hands clenched to fists, "I promised I'd never leave you, Doctor! So how could I-"

"Rose", he cut her off, sharply, grabbing both of her arms, locking his gaze with hers. "The sonic screwdriver gave me a result of her DNA and it's completely human, it's perfectly normal, that's why I didn't find anything at first - but then I scanned her eyes and you should have seen that. It was like this girl holds an entire universe inside of her, and she sees, Rose, she sees everything. Future, past, dust and air, darkness and light ... possibilities." He paused and looked down.

"Are you saying she saw the future?"

"She saw a possibility, Rose. The possibility of you being ripped away from me but I'm not gonna let that happen, either. It doesn't necessarily have to happen."

"But it scared you", Rose muttered, her brow furrowing.

The Doctor sighed and took her hands, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles, his eyes growing softer. "Of course I was worried. Loosing you always distresses me. Let alone the possibility of you getting hurt."

"Oh, there'd be your Oncoming Storm Mode", Rose joked flatly and flashed him a short, uncertain smile but wasn't at ease yet. "I won't leave you", she mumbled and dropped her gaze, heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird. He smiled softly and quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. "I know", he murmured into her hair as his hands rubbed her back soothingly, her clutched at the fabric of his suit, "I'm not going to leave you behind, either. You signed up, remember?"

She smiled weakly into his chest, fighting back the urge to sob into his shirt at his words and the way he held her in his arms like that without ever having heard those words from him.

The Doctor took a shuddering breath and felt her tremble against him. He wanted to tell her, so desperately he urged the words to come off his lips but no sound came forth.

I love you.

Please don't leave me.

His hands drew gently cirlces on her back; Rose was melted against him, one hand on his neck, the other one on his shoulder.

They stood like this for a while until Rose spoke up: "But what about that girl, Time? Will she be okay?"

"Well, I don't know how much being able to predict a possible future and also looking into the past counts as okay, but ... let's just hope her parents know about it and give her the right guidance. If everything goes well, she'll be fine." He hesitated. "If not ..." He fell silent, fiddling with the ends of her hair. Rose pulled back and looked up at him.

"If not what, Doctor?"

The smile he gave her was sad and full of pity. "That's what I was sorry for."