Doctor Who: Borrowed Rooms
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milieva_ficsTitle: Borrowed Rooms
Characters: Ten/Rose, OC
Rating: All
Genre: Baby!fic
Disclaimer: I think we all know I don’t own it.
Summary: ” He cradled the child’s tiny head in the palm of his hand”
Author’s Note: I found this on my hard drive, and I rather like this scene. It falls into my Barcelona ‘verse, so some time after Through the Glass.
He cradled the child’s tiny head in the palm of his hand as he looked into the startling blue eyes staring up at him so brightly. Small fragile lips slowly curled into a gentle smile and the tingling presence in the back of his head grew ever stronger with each rise and fall of the tiny ribcage. That was first time he would see this face, but in those few short moments, he knew what he had already known. He would lay down his life for the child in his hands.
“I want to see my Sean,” Rose whispered from the bed. Her voice was tired, but still had a stubborn strength about it.
Obediently, the Doctor placed the newly born infant into his mother’s arms. She ran an exhausted finger down the curve of the little cheek and across the minute bridge of a nose. She smiled a proud defiant smile.
“He has his eyes.”
Feeling resolutely stupid for being jealous of the fact his fourth child bore next to no resemblance to this incarnation and distinctly looked very much like his former self, he nodded. If he could get over the fact the one before looked more like Rose’s father, but with a personality akin to Jackie, he could stand that this one looked like his ninth self, actually he might love him for it.
“Where are Alan and the girls?”
“Playing. They’ve introduced themselves to the children of the house.” He smiled softly and reached out to stroke his wife’s cheek. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Rose breathed. “I just would have preferred some time later than 1789.”
The Doctor laughed. “Yeah. I really am sorry. I did try this time.”
She laughed lightly, shaking her head.
“I suppose all our children are destined to be born in borrowed bedrooms.”
“Well, it’s always best to follow tradition,” he agreed with that smile that always made her go weak at the knees.
Still smiling, Rose settled back into the pillows and sleepily gazed into her baby’s startlingly blue eyes, until he squeezed them shut as he yawned. The mattress moved as the Doctor settled down beside her, obviously about to urge her to give into much needed sleep.
Handing their newest addition back to him, she curled up beside him, head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.
Characters: Ten/Rose, OC
Rating: All
Genre: Baby!fic
Disclaimer: I think we all know I don’t own it.
Summary: ” He cradled the child’s tiny head in the palm of his hand”
Author’s Note: I found this on my hard drive, and I rather like this scene. It falls into my Barcelona ‘verse, so some time after Through the Glass.
He cradled the child’s tiny head in the palm of his hand as he looked into the startling blue eyes staring up at him so brightly. Small fragile lips slowly curled into a gentle smile and the tingling presence in the back of his head grew ever stronger with each rise and fall of the tiny ribcage. That was first time he would see this face, but in those few short moments, he knew what he had already known. He would lay down his life for the child in his hands.
“I want to see my Sean,” Rose whispered from the bed. Her voice was tired, but still had a stubborn strength about it.
Obediently, the Doctor placed the newly born infant into his mother’s arms. She ran an exhausted finger down the curve of the little cheek and across the minute bridge of a nose. She smiled a proud defiant smile.
“He has his eyes.”
Feeling resolutely stupid for being jealous of the fact his fourth child bore next to no resemblance to this incarnation and distinctly looked very much like his former self, he nodded. If he could get over the fact the one before looked more like Rose’s father, but with a personality akin to Jackie, he could stand that this one looked like his ninth self, actually he might love him for it.
“Where are Alan and the girls?”
“Playing. They’ve introduced themselves to the children of the house.” He smiled softly and reached out to stroke his wife’s cheek. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Rose breathed. “I just would have preferred some time later than 1789.”
The Doctor laughed. “Yeah. I really am sorry. I did try this time.”
She laughed lightly, shaking her head.
“I suppose all our children are destined to be born in borrowed bedrooms.”
“Well, it’s always best to follow tradition,” he agreed with that smile that always made her go weak at the knees.
Still smiling, Rose settled back into the pillows and sleepily gazed into her baby’s startlingly blue eyes, until he squeezed them shut as he yawned. The mattress moved as the Doctor settled down beside her, obviously about to urge her to give into much needed sleep.
Handing their newest addition back to him, she curled up beside him, head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.
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Date: 2009-12-14 06:49 pm (UTC)Just one small thing though: He would lay down his life for he child in his hands. You forgot the 't' in the!!! But it's alright.
Now excuse me while I go melt some more. =D
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Date: 2009-12-16 03:53 am (UTC)I love scenes like that! -child in his hands-!! MELTSQUEE!!
Loved it!
Date: 2009-12-14 06:56 pm (UTC)"Er..."
Re: Loved it!
Date: 2009-12-17 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 08:42 pm (UTC)*melts*
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Date: 2009-12-17 05:14 am (UTC)Gald you liked it.
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Date: 2009-12-14 10:21 pm (UTC)Heee, I love that he's jealous of the way Sean looks, I don't blame him. But seriously Doc, 1789, come on!
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Date: 2009-12-17 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 11:41 pm (UTC)Cute fic!
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Date: 2009-12-17 05:02 am (UTC)But I will say, given the past history on the other children's births, this one was rather easy. And Rose has never had a single drug during childbirth, more for lack of them each time she given birth, so it is a bit of a tradition, I suppose.
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2009-12-15 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 05:05 am (UTC)Unfortunately I have never written the story about Vegas. I merely allude to it from time to time. I will say it involves a pyjama party, alcohol, and a Garth Brooks impersonator, and leave it to your imagination for the time being.
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Date: 2009-12-22 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-22 05:24 pm (UTC)I guess what I am saying is "We'll see". One of these days I might just figure out the whole story and write it down. Right now I only have bits and pieces.