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milieva_ficsTitle: The Peacemakers : The Lonely Angel
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Rose goes to comfort the Doctor after the events on the Madam du Pompadour.
Author’s Note: This first story was partially inspired by a song quote. “light one candle for the wisdom to know when the peacemaker’s time is at hand” And then it has turned into a bit of a series. There will likely be more than just the two I am posting today.
It only took two hours before Mickey finally decided he was going to leave her alone, but it felt like an eternity to Rose. She spent the past two hours showing Mickey around and attempting to answer his questions about the TARDIS’s inner works, all the while her mind was resting rooms away. She wanted nothing more than to be with the Doctor and keep him from his inner turmoil. In the end, she had taken the tactic of claiming her own exhaustion, retired to her bedroom and locked the door.
Tugging a dressing gown around herself, Rose crept through the length of corridors hoping Mickey had in fact gone to bed. She walked into the tiny kitchenette that resided in an alcove near the Doctor’s library of angst. Setting the kettle onto the cooker, she reached into the cupboard for two mugs and the tea.
She scolded herself for the secrecy. What was she worried about? Mickey finding her caring about the Doctor? He knew she did. Hell, he’d nearly torn his car apart trying to get the panel off the TARDIS console for her to go back to him.
If he walked in now, she would just tell him the truth. She was making tea for the Doctor because she was worried about him. It had been a long day, and he had had a difficult time. She couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like to find himself stuck in one place like that. The longest they had stayed anywhere was the two weeks they’d been at her mother’s flat after he’d regenerated.
Dropping a tea bag in each mug, she put the box back in the cupboard and reached down the sugar. Leaning over to the little fridge, she opened it to find a half eaten sandwich, an orange and a tube of some chemical lubricant the Doctor used on the TARDIS console when he tinkered. The shelf was completely devoid of milk.
He never restocked this kitchen unless she asked him to. The main one, yes. This one? Never.
With a sigh, she turned down the heat on the cooker, so hopefully the water wouldn’t boil before she got back, and walked left down the corridor back to her and taking the third right under the stairs, she turned into the main kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Sitting like a proud trophy alone on the top shelf was one little half full jug of milk. Rose picked it up and made her way back to the kitchenette. The kettle was cheerfully whistling a greeting at her upon her return.
Carefully carrying the two mugs up the short flight of steps, Rose walked into the cozy little study, the Doctor tended to seclude himself to when he was upset. He was sitting on the sofa by the fireplace. He had his specks on and was studying the letter in his hand.
The Doctor scooted over to give Rose more space as he tucked the letter back into his pocket and took the proffered mug from her hand. Taking a sip he sighed heavily and stared into the tea in his hands. She put her hand out and rested it on his arm, rubbing him affectionately. It was awful watching him hurt.
“What did she say?” Rose found herself asking before she even realized she’d opened her mouth.
Reaching into his jacket pocket with his free hand, he pulled the letter back out and handed it to her. She set her half empty mug down and unfolded it slowly. He may have willingly given it to her, but she still felt uncomfortable with the idea of reading it. She thought he would maybe summarize the basics.
The paper felt foreign and strange. Reinette’s handwriting was smooth and delicate. She spoke of her days coming to an end and wishing she would see the Doctor again. In her words, Rose could nearly feel the same stubborn determination she herself had felt only a few short agonizing hours ago. She knew he would come back for them.
How must it have been to die waiting for someone you knew you would never see again?
Rose gazed at the final two words of the letter for some time. How accurately they described the man beside her, and how unlike him they were at the same time. He flitted in and out of so many people’s lives and yet he had so few in his. At the same time, there were those like Sarah Jane who still remembered and would stick by him no matter what.
Gently folding the letter she leaned over to tuck it back into the pocket it had come from before wrapping her arms around him, resting her chin lightly on his shoulder. He had lied when he said he was okay. She knew it at the time, but there were things he wouldn’t admit to, especially not in front of others.
The Doctor set his own mug aside and turned to tug Rose into a warm embrace. He held her for a good minute or more. She wasn’t complaining.
Burying her face into the soft fabric of his shirt, she wrapped her arms tighter around him, trying to make him feel her unspoken promise to him. She wasn’t going anywhere, no matter what, he was stuck with her and there was nothing he could do about it.
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Rose goes to comfort the Doctor after the events on the Madam du Pompadour.
Author’s Note: This first story was partially inspired by a song quote. “light one candle for the wisdom to know when the peacemaker’s time is at hand” And then it has turned into a bit of a series. There will likely be more than just the two I am posting today.
It only took two hours before Mickey finally decided he was going to leave her alone, but it felt like an eternity to Rose. She spent the past two hours showing Mickey around and attempting to answer his questions about the TARDIS’s inner works, all the while her mind was resting rooms away. She wanted nothing more than to be with the Doctor and keep him from his inner turmoil. In the end, she had taken the tactic of claiming her own exhaustion, retired to her bedroom and locked the door.
Tugging a dressing gown around herself, Rose crept through the length of corridors hoping Mickey had in fact gone to bed. She walked into the tiny kitchenette that resided in an alcove near the Doctor’s library of angst. Setting the kettle onto the cooker, she reached into the cupboard for two mugs and the tea.
She scolded herself for the secrecy. What was she worried about? Mickey finding her caring about the Doctor? He knew she did. Hell, he’d nearly torn his car apart trying to get the panel off the TARDIS console for her to go back to him.
If he walked in now, she would just tell him the truth. She was making tea for the Doctor because she was worried about him. It had been a long day, and he had had a difficult time. She couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like to find himself stuck in one place like that. The longest they had stayed anywhere was the two weeks they’d been at her mother’s flat after he’d regenerated.
Dropping a tea bag in each mug, she put the box back in the cupboard and reached down the sugar. Leaning over to the little fridge, she opened it to find a half eaten sandwich, an orange and a tube of some chemical lubricant the Doctor used on the TARDIS console when he tinkered. The shelf was completely devoid of milk.
He never restocked this kitchen unless she asked him to. The main one, yes. This one? Never.
With a sigh, she turned down the heat on the cooker, so hopefully the water wouldn’t boil before she got back, and walked left down the corridor back to her and taking the third right under the stairs, she turned into the main kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Sitting like a proud trophy alone on the top shelf was one little half full jug of milk. Rose picked it up and made her way back to the kitchenette. The kettle was cheerfully whistling a greeting at her upon her return.
Carefully carrying the two mugs up the short flight of steps, Rose walked into the cozy little study, the Doctor tended to seclude himself to when he was upset. He was sitting on the sofa by the fireplace. He had his specks on and was studying the letter in his hand.
The Doctor scooted over to give Rose more space as he tucked the letter back into his pocket and took the proffered mug from her hand. Taking a sip he sighed heavily and stared into the tea in his hands. She put her hand out and rested it on his arm, rubbing him affectionately. It was awful watching him hurt.
“What did she say?” Rose found herself asking before she even realized she’d opened her mouth.
Reaching into his jacket pocket with his free hand, he pulled the letter back out and handed it to her. She set her half empty mug down and unfolded it slowly. He may have willingly given it to her, but she still felt uncomfortable with the idea of reading it. She thought he would maybe summarize the basics.
The paper felt foreign and strange. Reinette’s handwriting was smooth and delicate. She spoke of her days coming to an end and wishing she would see the Doctor again. In her words, Rose could nearly feel the same stubborn determination she herself had felt only a few short agonizing hours ago. She knew he would come back for them.
How must it have been to die waiting for someone you knew you would never see again?
Rose gazed at the final two words of the letter for some time. How accurately they described the man beside her, and how unlike him they were at the same time. He flitted in and out of so many people’s lives and yet he had so few in his. At the same time, there were those like Sarah Jane who still remembered and would stick by him no matter what.
Gently folding the letter she leaned over to tuck it back into the pocket it had come from before wrapping her arms around him, resting her chin lightly on his shoulder. He had lied when he said he was okay. She knew it at the time, but there were things he wouldn’t admit to, especially not in front of others.
The Doctor set his own mug aside and turned to tug Rose into a warm embrace. He held her for a good minute or more. She wasn’t complaining.
Burying her face into the soft fabric of his shirt, she wrapped her arms tighter around him, trying to make him feel her unspoken promise to him. She wasn’t going anywhere, no matter what, he was stuck with her and there was nothing he could do about it.
