▷ The Right Kind of Doctor

Prompted by Anon

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Rose had been sick for 3 days, 9 hours and 47 minutes. The Doctor had been worrying himself into a frenzy for 3 days, 9 hours and 45 minutes.

He couldn’t believe it took him 2 whole minutes to detect the common cold virus!

He crept into her room where she lay dozing on her pink satin sheets, wrapped in her quilt she’d brought from her room at Jackie’s. Thanks to the Doctor, Rose’s room looked like the little shop at the hospital had blown up in it. Several bouquets of flowers sat on her night table, bunches of brightly colored balloons floated in the corner and at least a dozen Get Well cards littered the floor. Easing into the chair beside her bed (his constant perch for the last 3 days, 9 hours and 45 minutes), he pulled out his sonic to take her temperature for at least the 37th time that day. 

Rose stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes just enough to glare disapprovingly at the device that was buzzing away at her forehead.

“Doctor”, she murmured, “I don’t think my temperature had changed in the last half hour.” 

“Rose, I’m the Doctor…quite literally as a matter of fact, please let me take care of you. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I…”

“Some tea? The TARDIS makes a lovely tea with cold-fighting properties.”

“No, Doctor, I just…”

“Are you hungry? You should eat, Rose. That’s the best way to keep your strength up.”

Rose gave him a withering stare. 

“Doctor, please, could you…”

“Do you need to get up? I could help you to the bathroom if you want.”

“Doctor, what I really want is for you to be quiet for 30 seconds.”

“I’m sorry, Rose, I’m just worried about you and I don’t really know what to do when humans are sick,” His voice rose several octaves with every word. “I just want to make you better and I don’t know how and I just…”

“Oh my Doctor, you’re doing a brilliant job. I mean,” she said, gesturing around the room, “some of this might be overkill, but it’s very sweet.”

“Thank you, Rose.” His voice was calmer now. “I’m sorry, what were you trying to tell me?”

She shifted her body into a half-sitting position and smiled at him.

“I was going to say that I’m feeling much better and a bit of a cuddle might be all I need to be completely cured.”

The Doctor grinned back at her as he stood to slip his shoes and jacket off.

“Oh really, Ms. Tyler? Do cuddles have medicinal qualities that I’m unaware of?”

“The do when they’re from the right Doctor.”

“Ahh I see. Well you’re in luck because I believe I am just the Doctor you need,” he whispered as he molded his body to hers and pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

For the Doctor, the sense of wonderment will stay forever. He doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve to be reunited with the woman he loves, to be able to live a normal life by her side. He’s done such terrible things and has so much blood on his hands. And yet here he is. Sure, he’s half-human and there are adjustments to make. It’s not always easy. There are fights and misunderstandings and issues to work through.

But this sight makes everything worth it. Rose Tyler, hair messy from a night’s sleep, wrapped in their sheets, sitting in their bed in their small flat, smiling at him like it’s Christmas morning. And to him, it is. Because the Universe has given him the most wonderful gift he could ask for.

Love.

85/100 » David Tennant

A few of her things get left behind in his mad rush to get her to Wilf and her mum. A mostly empty suitcase, her favorite striped bag, and her enormous hat box. The hatbox for the planet of hats that he would never get to show her. The box and the bags stay in the control room for weeks after she’s gone. He doesn’t have the heart to move them and he hasn’t gathered the strength to return them yet. Sometimes, while the TARDIS spins through space, he looks at them and imagines the times they would have had. The adventures they should have had. The Doctor and his brilliant, wonderful Donna.

(Source: expelliarmus)

It’s the ache he feels when she’s not by his side. 
It’s the way her scent lingers even when she’s gone.
It’s hearing her key in the lock of their flat after a long day.
It’s seeing her run and jump into his arms.
It’s the way they kiss until they’re breathless.
It’s burying his face in her hair and breathing her in.
It’s feeling her hand tightly in his.
It’s her snuggling into his body at night.
It’s the way they move together between soft bedsheets. 
It’s her kissing away his nightmares and soothing him back to sleep.
It’s the way she mumbles his name when she dreams.
It’s the way her tongue-in-teeth smile lights up his world.

It’s Rose Tyler and the Doctor. And together they are home.

And the nominees for Album of the Year are…

Rose rests her chin on her clasped hands and watches the stage nervously. As the presenter begins to read, the rushing sound in her ears drowns out his words. She’s never let her nerves get to her like this before. Pull yourself together, Tyler. You been to loads of awards shows. This one is no different. But it is different. Unlike the others, which had been fun, but hadn’t mattered, this one matters more than she cares to admit. She, along with the Doctor, was nominated for their latest duet album. It was an album that they had written together that encompassed the highest highs and lowest lows of their relationship. She let her mind wander back to their time recording it. The songs that brought back so much emotion that she cried as she sang. The late nights in the studio. How silly they would get and the hilarious songs written at 2am. The times when their voices blended so perfectly and the moments when their eyes would meet across the recording booth. It had been, simply, the best recording experience of her career. Even if they don’t win tonight, making music that she loves with the man that she loves was enough for her.

Rose’s thoughts drift back to the present just in time to catch and our final nominees, for their album Metacrisis, Rose Tyler and the Doctor. Her breath catches in her throat and she can’t help but grin. The Doctor stops clapping long enough to reach down and give her leg a quick squeeze. She hears cheers from her mum and Mickey, who had come as each other’s dates after Martha had been called out of town at the last minute. 

And the winner is…

Rose bites her lip nervously.

Metacrisis by Rose Tyler and the Doctor!

The crowd erupts into cheers and clapping. Rose sits stunned for a moment and is only shaken out of her shock when the Doctor lets out a loud whoop and grabs her hands, pulling her to her feet. Before she knows it, he’s got one hand on the small of her back and another behind her head and he’s dipping her. He crashes his lips into hers and kisses her for what seems like an eternity. He pulls her upright again and hugs her, his breath warm against her ear.

I love you, Rose Tyler.

The Happy version:

It’s been 6 years since the second Bad Wolf Bay.
6 years since she heard the Doctor whisper the words she’d craved for years.
5 years, 11 months, 29 days, and 12 hours since Rose and her new Doctor decided that they were going to make this work.
5 years, 6 months since they were bonded to each other in a ceremony on the very beach that forced them together, surrounded by the people they hold dearest.
5 years since the Doctor remembered the chunk of TARDIS coral that had been stored in his desk drawer. (He’s still just as forgetful).
1 day since the new TARDIS finished growing.
4 hours since they’d walked on board for the first time, hands clasped and hearts pounding.
2 hours since they’d given their new (and very bouncy) bed a test drive. 

Once again, Rose lay in a bed on the TARDIS, letting the ship’s familiar hum lull her to sleep. Only this time, it was their TARDIS and the impossibly handsome man whose half-naked body she was curled around was her husband.

The Doctor. In the TARDIS. With Rose Tyler. Just as it should be.
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The Angsty version:

There are so many things that Rose loves about travelling with the Doctor. The adventures, the near-misses, and the endless amount of running are among her favorites. But, by far, her favorite thing about travelling with her Doctor is getting to fall asleep with his arms around her. As a rule, Time Lords don’t need much sleep. Before their nightly ritual became a ritual, the Doctor would only sleep every few days. But now, he never lets Rose fall asleep alone. She feels safe in his strong arms and she never sleeps better than when her head is pillowed on his bare chest. Her lullaby has become the gentle hum of the TARDIS and the steady thump-thump, thump-thump of the Doctor’s hearts. 

These nights are the only time that the Doctor can calm his mind. Feeling this woman, his beautiful Rose, curled up next to him is like a balm for his damaged soul.  Watching and listening to her sleep is his form of meditation. Focusing on her and his all-encompassing love for her helps him heal. He strokes her arm with his thumb as he listens to her breathing become slow and steady. Her breath is warm and damp against his cool skin, reminding him with every breath that his reason for living is human. The pain of that realization is the only thing that can break his calm. Rose wakes up occasionally, sometimes after unsettling dreams. Her question is always the same, How long are you gonna stay with me?  Without fail, he answers, Until the end of the world.

Neither of them could fathom how soon the end of their world would come.

Prompt: Bubbles (I sent this before but I haven't seen anything so I'm assuming tumblr ate it.
◥		pinkandyellowgirl

“Pink or blue?

The Doctor’s voice rang through their small flat.

“What?” Rose answered, not bothering to look up from the mountain of paperwork that covered her desk. She heard footsteps hurrying down the hall.

“Pink or blue?” He was leaning against the door frame of her office, grinning. Rose glanced up.

“Pink or blue what?” she asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice. She wasn’t very happy with the Doctor today. It was their first anniversary and his big half-Time Lord brain appeared to have completely forgotten.

“Never mind that, just pick one!” the Doctor said, either not noticing or choosing to ignore Rose’s tone.

She sighed. “Fine. Pink.”

He grinned. “Perfect!” he exclaimed and practically skipped back down the hall. He’d been bustling around the flat all day but Rose had been so absorbed in her backlog of Torchwood paperwork that she hadn’t paid any attention to what he was doing. 

Later, after a slightly tense dinner of Chinese take-out, Rose got up and headed back to her office to do a bit more work before bed. 

“Wait, Rose,” the Doctor said, catching her by her elbow, “there’s something I want to show you.”

“Doctor, I have a ton of work to do. Can’t it wait?”

“It’ll only take a minute, I promise!”

“Alright, alright, let me put some shoes on.”

The Doctor led her down to the garden behind their building. They’d been keeping their TARDIS here while she grew. Of course, the Doctor had equipped her with perception filters, but if anyone who happened to notice, he told them it was his tool shed. As if the Doctor had ever needed anything more than his sonic screwdriver.

He put his hand out to open the door. Turning to Rose, he asked, “Would you mind closing your eyes?”

She stared at him. “Why? I’ve seen the inside of the TARDIS before. Not much to see. Just the console room.”

The Doctor was beginning to realize that she was upset with him. “Please, Rose? Humour me?”

“Sure, ok,” she huffed.

He pushed the door open and took her hand to guide her inside. They took several steps inside and Rose expected them to stop. The console room was barely big enough for two people to fit into. But they kept walking. Rose knew their TARDIS hadn’t grown this big yet.

“Doctor…” she started.

“Shhhh, we’re almost there.”

Seconds later, he guided her to a stop. Rose could hear a soft rushing sound and the smell  strawberry filled her senses. She heard a door swing open.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” the Doctor whispered.

The sight that greeted her eyes took Rose’s breath away. In the center of the room was an enormous bathtub filled with pink, strawberry-scented bubbles. At one end of the bath, instead of a faucet, was a small waterfall that splashed softly into the water. Dozens of candles bathed the room in a flickering golden light. 

“D’you like the new addition?” the Doctor asked, slipping his arms around her waist.

“I…what? How?” Rose felt a tear slide down her cheek. She instantly regretted being angry with him.

“Happy Anniversary, my love” The Doctor smiled and spun her around to face him.

“I thought you’d forgotten,” Rose said, looking down.

The Doctor brought his hand up and lifted her chin so he could look in her eyes.

“Rose Tyler, do you think I could ever forget the day I married the love of my life? Believe me, darling, I may forget to do the dishes or turn in my work reports, but I will never forget the happiest day of all my lives.” He kissed her then, first on the cheeks to wipe away her tears and then on the mouth to make sure his point was fully illustrated.

“I love you, Doctor,” Rose said, “m’sorry I doubted you.”

“You have no reason to apologize, love. Now, before we try out this lovely bath, would you like to see what sort of bedroom our TARDIS has dreamed up?”

Her grin, all teeth and tongue, gave him the only answer he’d ever needed.

PROMPT: DICTIONARY
◥		winterinthetardis

“They are!”

“They aren’t!”

“They are!”

“They aren’t!”

“Rose, I’ll have you know that my socks are very manly!”

“Doctor, your socks have kittens on them.”

“Kittens are manly.” He’s getting indignant now.

“I do not think that word means what you think it means.”

The Doctor furrows his brow.

“Rose, I know what the word “manly” means!” He gestures down a hallway. “Do I really need to go all the way to the library — and who knows where the TARDIS has hidden it this time — to get the dictionary? I can give you several definitions right now. In several languages. Did you know that it has multiple meanings depending on where…” 

He stops when he notices that Rose has doubled over laughing and has tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh.” he says, remembering last night’s movie choice, which Rose had been quoting all day. “Right.”

The Doctor looks so sheepish that she can’t help but kiss him.

“You’re right, Doctor, kittens are exceptionally manly.”

PROMPT: RAINY TUESDAY MORNINGS
◥		winterinthetardis

The TARDIS landed with its usual creaks and groans and a rather large thump. The Doctor strode to the door and peeked out. When he pulled his head back in, his expression was a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

“S’wrong Doctor?” Rose asked, “You land us in the wrong place again?” She grinned.

“No, no, it’s right place and all,” he answered, “but it’s raining.” He sighed and his frown deepened. Then it seemed as if he’d been hit by the proverbial lightening bolt. He looked up at Rose, who was still sitting on the jump seat. She eyed him suspiciously. With that mischievous look in his eyes, there was no telling what sort of ideas were running through that big Time Lord brain.

The Doctor crossed the room in seconds and pulled her to her feet. He held her close enough that he could feel her heart pounding in her chest and he rested his forehead against hers.

“Wha?” she sputtered. “Doctor, what’re you doing?”

“Remember how I’ve always said that I never land the TARDIS on Sundays?” he asked.

“Because Sundays are boring, right?” she said. The Doctor couldn’t help noticing that Rose had gone a bit flushed and breathless.

“Right. I never land the TARDIS on Sundays, ” he said, his voice low and full of intention. “And I never leave the TARDIS on rainy Tuesday mornings.”

In one fluid motion, his mouth found hers and her hand found its way into his thick hair. And he more than fulfilled his motto. They didn’t leave the TARDIS at all that Tuesday.

The question mark's not obligatory if you enable answers through missing e! And my one-word prompt is SKITTLES.
◥		episode613wasalie

It had been a running thread through all their adventures. Back at the beginning, when he was all big ears and leather jacket, the Doctor had discovered that Rose had quite the passion — he called it an addiction — for Skittles. On an early trip to Felspoon, after their trip to the swaying mountains and before the inevitable run-in with the locals, the Doctor and Rose had been browsing in a shop and had found an alien candy that very closely resembled Skittles. Rose had giggled and begged the Doctor to buy some. And who was he to argue when she smiled at him with her tongue poking out through her teeth? On every trip afterwards, she would ask if that planet had alien Skittles. It became a fun tradition.

After his regeneration, the Doctor realized that he had quite the sweet tooth and the quest for Skittle-like candy became his favorite game. And, of course, it made Rose happy, which was his favorite thing in the universe. He made sure that his coat pockets were full of brightly colored candies wherever they happened to be.

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The Doctor sighed. Now Rose was gone and all he had left was her purple shirt and the memories of their time together. He wondered if she’d found anything like Skittles in the parallel world. He’d run out of them months ago but he just hadn’t had the heart to pick up any more. His hearts still ached too much. Slowly standing up from the jump seat, he pulled his coat around his thin frame and thrust his hands into his coat pockets. His left hand nudged up against something. The Doctor pulled out his hand and stared at the object with bewilderment. A pack of Skittles. He knew it hadn’t been there before.

He smiled faintly, tears stinging his eyes.

“I miss you.”