TenII and Rose
Rating: All Ages -- some kissing
Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Romance
Word Count: 585
Boxes surround them. The ones marked fragile lie vertical. In asmall circle, a pizza box, lantern, and some blankets, finish off the accomplishment for the day.
“Well, this is domestic,” the Doctor says, before biting into his third piece.
“Would you rather something different?”
Mouth still full, he says, “Really, Really.” The Doctor’s mind wandering off to that absurd movie with an ogre.
“Doctor?” The tentative tone in her voice draws his attention.
“Rose?” he asks, now concerned.
“How could this life,” she points to the boxes, “ever be enough for you?”
He sets the pizza down. “I only have one life now Rose.” In an effort to finally resolve this conversation, the Doctor moves closer. “You were the first person I saw with these eyes. I want, no need, you to be the last.” He had these eyes, this look, because of her so he didn't count the mete crisis.
Breaking his gaze, Rose looks down at her uneaten pizza, “What if I die first?”
“Ah, has that been the problem? Not whether I am happy, but if I’ll be able to cope without you?”
Her eyes watering, Rose says, “Well, without the TARDIS or me…. I’m just worried…”
The Doctor finally gives in to an unspoken demand, scooping her in his arms. “No Rose. Do not worry about me. I have no intention of letting you die. And I have no intention of living if you do.” She lets out a cry, as he holds her close. “I’m sorry. This life is yours for as long as you live, but I have no strength left to go on without you.”
Rose struggles to get free, but could only turn in his grasp to face him. Her glare is met with a sad smile. “How could you care so little about life to throw it away?”
Rose's question is answered with a chuckle, “Oh, I’m sure some cause will require one life to help save something important. They’ll simply have a volunteer, rather then a recruit.” The Doctor's gaze distracted by her hair in the lamplight, absently curling his fingers around the ends.
“But I love you,” Rose chokes. “I don’t want you to die.”
“Well, we humans are very consistent at dying. We also tend to spread through the universe like wildfire. And seem to procreate like wild rabbits. Oh, I know. How about we practice that last one?” He raises his eyebrows and Rose laughes despite herself.
The Doctor trails kisses down her neck, as Rose tries to restart the conversation by pouting. Sensing, rather then seeing her frown, the Doctor says, “Rose, I have every right to join you in the here after whenever I choose. Call it God’s greatest gift of free will. Besides, you’d get board up there without me.” That ends her effort and Rose laughs hard enough to snort. After all, he was right.
Giving into the distraction ghosting her ear, Rose feels comfort knowing their lives would not be parted by death, at least not for long. He knew what she would do if he died. Unlike her, the Doctor also knew not to ask.
Rose is grateful for the post serious discussion activty. But while being lowered to the floor, she feels something soft, warm, and wet stick to her back. “Umm, Doctor?”
“Do you realize you sat us a top the pizza?”