Okay so I was at work doing hot girl shit and I was thinkin… what if like, one of the “side effects” of these two sorry bastards being practically superglued at the hand to eachother all the time is that the Doctor starts to like, actually, literally see the universe the way Rose does, like cause of some psychic shit?
Like this guy been through it. I reckon before he met Rose he could only see the bad in the universe - what he’d seen during the war just tainted everything. But then this innocent, young human took his hand and he began to see the universe through her eyes - its beauty and its wonder, like he had before, a long time ago; and some of that damage the time war dealt on his psyche was slowly written over by the thoughts and feelings of a shop girl, experiencing the vastness of time and space for the first time.
So I drew this, whatever this is, and I call it Intrusive Thoughts
Summary: The Doctor and Rose discuss sartorial preferences while watching Indiana Jones. Predictably, the discussion becomes very…heated.
Notes: Hello shiny people! I’m back after a few weeks break since finishing my last (lengthy) fic. This time we have something light, fluffy, silly and short (and NINE). I blame @aintfraidanoghosts entirely for this fic because she begged me to write it when this crazy nonsense popped into my head while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark a while ago. So really, IT IS ALL HER FAULT that I ended up writing this on a Monday morning when I was supposed to be working. So….yeah this fic is for her. No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy and please don’t kill me for this silliness!
“Wha’?” Rose said, eyes glued to the screen as the Doctor plopped onto the sofa beside her.
“How can you watch this rubbish, Rose?”
“What’s wrong with it? ‘S Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark!” she said indignantly, blindly reaching for another handful of popcorn.
“He’s traipsing about the jungle in a leather jacket!” The Doctor offered her the bowl. “Who does that, then?”
Rose choked. “‘Scuse me?”
“Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle on the way to liberate Aztec artefacts from a glorified seesaw!”
“Say what?”
“You heard me. This director is barking, Harrison Ford or no Harrison Ford. Raiders of the Lost Ark, indeed. Nutters of the Lost Ark, more like it!”
Rose turned to stare at him. “You did not just say that.”
“Did so!” He raised his eyebrows smugly. “What of it?”
“You did not just say that nobody- Doctor, you wear a leather jacket in the jungle!” She shook her head disbelievingly. “You do it all the time!”
“Well…that’s different.” The Time Lord shifted uncomfortably and set the bowl on the table in front of them.
“You also wore a leather jacket in the snow and in the desert and to the beach and my cousin Robbie’s weddin’!”
“‘S not the same thing !” The Doctor folded his arms, leather jacket creaking.
“Why not?” Rose silently thanked the TARDIS for pausing the movie for her. “He’s wearin’ a leather jacket in the jungle, you wear a jacket in the jungle. You wore a leather jacket in the Plentimen jungle just last week!”
“‘M not sayin’ there’s sommat wrong with leather, Rose!” He scowled. “Happen to like leather, me. ‘M just saying leather isn’t appropriate for his…activities! ‘S just daft for a human to wear leather in a hot, humid jungle! You overheat at the drop of a hat, you lot!”
She smirked, suddenly understanding the cause of his little outburst. “Oh please, don’t start that whole ‘Time Lord biology’ bit again.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie, sending another wave of gratitude to the TARDIS for restarting at just the right time, receiving a pleased hum in return. “Just admit you’re jealous of Harrison Ford and move on, Doctor.”
Summary: A post-GITF sick-fic UA. What if Rose had come away with more than nightmares after her run-in with the clockwork droids? What if her trust in the Doctor had been so fractured that she’d been afraid to tell him? And what if that broken trust might just lead to a dangerous situation for Rose? Will the Doctor be able fix it in time? Note: Trigger warning for non-explicit DV, self-loathing, PTSD, medical emergency.
Notes: Helloooooo shiny people! I can’t believe we’re finally here- THE EPILOGUE! The very final chapter of this fic, which was written for the @doctor-rose-events classic tropes event. Thank you all for coming on this crazy ride with me- I couldn’t have done it without you and you’re all fabulous.<3 I hope this brief look at a very different future with Rose and the Doctor (I couldn’t help kicking Doomsday in the bum, repeatedly) will leave us all in a good place, and with hope going forward. There’s ALWAYS hope, and no one is broken beyond repair. To that end, I’ll be posting a non-fic chapter in the next day or two with a list of trauma, counselling and DV resources that my wonderful people around the world have sent me. Keep an eye out for that in the next few days.I hope that you’ve all enjoyed this story, and I have to give a big shoutout to everyone who has encouraged me and left comments, the ladies on Fangirlia who have listened to me whine and complain incessantly, Aintafraidanoghosts for listening to me whine on chat EVERY SINGLE DAY, and finally, @rose–nebula, without whom I could not have done this. She’s beta’d every chapter, every week, no matter what crazy time of day or night I’ve sent them, and supported me emotionally and mentally when I was ready to fling a chapter into the abyss or set it on fire. I could not have done this without you, my dear. Thank you more than I can say <3 <3 <3 All mistakes are mine, and of course all recognisable dialogue from the episode belongs to one Mr RTD. I hope you enjoy!
“Jack! Thank God. Are you in Cardiff?” Rose clutched the mobile to her ear, watching in disbelief as the Doctor smacked the TARDIS console with a mallet.
“Rosie! Yeah, Mickey and I are at headquarters. Why? Is everything OK?”
The TARDIS jolted.
“Behave!” the Doctor snapped, scowling at the console.
“Oh my…hold on Jack- Doctor, stop smacking her!” Rose snapped. “Have you lost your mind?”
“She won’t do it, Rose! She’s resisting!”
“Rose?” Jack’s tone was suddenly sharp, all semblance of relaxed chit-chat gone. “What’s going on?”
“We’re flying down the highway, chasing a taxi driven by a robot santa, that’s what’s goin’ on!”
“What? What highway? Where are you?”
“London.” Rose took over holding down various knobs from the Doctor as he inched closer to the door. “Specifically, chasin’ a woman in a weddin’ dress to Chiswick, or wherever this robot is takin’ her.” She closed her eyes and ignored Donna’s screeched “Oh, you are kidding me!” as the TARDIS scraped the road beside the taxi, the bump almost knocking Rose off her feet.
“Rose? What the hell is happening?”
“You’ve got to jump!” the Doctor shouted, almost hanging out of the doorway.
“Who’s jumping?” Jack demanded.
“It’ll take too long to explain! Look, I need you to do somethin’ for me Jack- quickly!”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to find out everything you can about a woman who’s booked to get married at St Mary’s Church in Chiswick today. Her name’s Donna.”
“Last name?”
“Dunno. Once you’ve got it from the church, I need you to run it on every system you have- find out everythin’ about her.”
“Why?”
“Because she showed up on the TARDIS while she was in mid-flight, Jack! Just appeared in the middle of the vortex!”
There was a gasp. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not kiddin’! I don’t have time to kid! I need you to do it now, Jack, please!”
“On it.” She heard Jack barking orders to someone beside him to call the church, followed by the clack of a keyboard moments later. “I’ll dig up everything I can, Rosie.”
“Thanks,” she exhaled, staring in disbelief as Donna hesitated to jump out of the taxi. “Quick as you can, Jack! There’s somethin’ weird going on here.”
“Whatever that thing is, it needs you,” the Doctor pleaded with Donna, stretching out his arm. “And whatever it needs you for, it’s not good! Now, come on!”
Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the Powell Estate to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s very existence.
The Doctor strode from the future TARDIS to his own, his long legs making short work of the distance, reckoning that he had mere seconds to enter and take off. If he knew Rose Tyler—and he did—she’d follow him, and he’d told her the truth: if Rose walked him to his TARDIS, he didn’t know what he’d do. Even now he was tempted to go back, get Rose, and tell her to run.
At the door, he patted the pockets of his leather jacket. Then he remembered. No key. He swore under his breath. He had no idea where he’d lost it, but he hadn’t had it on him when he’d come to in the alley on New Year’s. He glanced over his shoulder. No, he couldn’t go back in the other TARDIS and get another.
Hoping it was still there, he reached into the tiny compartment over the P in Police Box. He sighed in relief when his fingers touched the spare key in it.
He heard the other TARDIS’s door open. He’d been right. Rose had followed him. He quickly unlocked the door in front of him, slipped inside, and crossed to the console. Not taking the time to set coordinates, he jerked down a lever and sent the ship into the vortex.
He sank down on the jump seat and, elbows on knees, dropped his head in his hands. Leaving Rose behind hadn’t been the hardest thing he’d ever done, but it was way, way up there.
He hoped future him wasn’t a complete idiot and managed to fix things with Rose, but he wouldn’t place a bet on it. It was obvious from the other Doctor’s reaction that there was far more going on between the two of them than he knew.
But in his opinion, whatever it was was irrelevant. This whole mess needed fixing, and he was determined it would get fixed. And if he didn’t trust his future self to do it—and he didn't—then there was only one answer.
As the old saying went, if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
Love me with your lips | Ten x Rose | Teen | 966 words After the incident with the Wire, Rose is more than willing to help remind the Doctor that she’s still very much alive.
New New Fortuna | Ten x Rose AU | All ages | 2,241 words After discovering a statue made in her image at the British Museum, Rose has an unexpected encounter with the artist himself.
Going Native | Nine x Rose | Teen+ | 1,238 words “Now, again, why are you naked? Why does anyone have to be naked?”
Something Like A Superhero | Ten x Rose (referenced); Mickey & Rose (friendship) | All ages | 1,052 words When Pete gives the green light to start work on the dimension cannon, Rose takes a moment to reflect on the person she used to be… and the woman she’s become.
The Skies Beyond | Ten x Rose AU | All ages | 1,234 words Royalty & Circus AU
31 Days of Ficmas 2019 | Ten x Rose Neighbor AU | Teen | 13,343 words 31 (or something like that) Days of Ficmas with James Noble and Rose Tyler: New neighbors James and Rose get to know each other during the holiday season. Typical hijinks ensue.
Through Time and Space:
Season 3
Human Nature | Tenth Doctor & Martha Jones | All ages | 798 words
Family of Blood | Tenth Doctor & Martha Jones | All ages | 851 words
Utopia | Martha POV set during ‘Utopia’ | 602 words
The Sound of Drums | Martha POV set during ‘The Sound of Drums’ | 347 words
Last of the Time Lords | Tenth Doctor POV set during ‘Last of the Time Lords’ | 1,021 words
The thing about the Doctor is that he’s infuriating. Maddening. The soul of a snowstorm, the temperament of a tornado, trapped in the body of a mere man. An oncoming storm. The living embodiment of chaos.
And, when it comes to decorating Christmas trees, positively hopeless.
“Doctor!” Jackie’s voice rings through the apartment. “Get your tall self over here, I can’t get this mistletoe hung.”
The Doctor makes a harumphing noise. “I disapprove of mistletoe on general principles,” he mutters.
“I don’t bloody care if you approve or not, just get over here and help me hang it up!”
“Don’t argue with Mum,” Rose says, pushing him gently towards Jackie. “She gets all worked up over her Christmas parties. The faster you help the faster it’s done and we can just relax. Drink eggnog, eat biscuits–”
“Hide in the corner,” he mutters, but he ruins his sulk with a wink.
