When Martha looked around the corner she couldn’t help but grin as she saw the duo from the hospital leaning against a giant blue box with the words Police Public Call Box at the top. She sighed, smiling, and they smiled back. They both appeared calm and healthy like they all hadn’t nearly died earlier, like it was just another ordinary day. The only evidence to the contrary was the bright pink cast on Rose’s arm.
“I went to the moon today.” She said, not seeing how they could be so relaxed about it. Her entire body was still thrumming with excitement.
“Bit more peaceful than down here.” the Doctor said.
She started towards them. “You never even told me who you are.”
“Sure we did.” He replied. “The Doctor and Rose Tyler. ‘S nothing more to it, really.”
“But what sort of species? It’s not every day I get to ask that.”
“She’s human, like I said.” He nodded to Rose. “And I’m a Time Lord.”
“Right,” she made a face. “Not pompous at all then.”
“Oh, not at all,” Rose snickered.
→ The Eighth Doctor and the Bad Wolf fight the Time War side by side (x)
He knows her, somehow. Perhaps he has forgotten, but when she calls him My Doctor, he is certain he will walk with bloody heels until he finds her again.
Her skin is lined with the glow of the vortex; planets move along her blades and bones. It is she who protects him in the front lines of the War, who locks her shield with his against the Meanwhiles and Neverweres and the Could’ve Been King, who follows him into the siege.
President Romana, in all her faith, hands him a weapon, a choice. The Medusa Cascade detonates in cadmium light and leaves his body mangled. She calls him to her, and when he wakes he is new and she has gone.
He could build kingdoms of gold in her honor.
A New First Christmas
Rose looked up at the stars peeking through the gathering winter clouds as she waited for someone to answer the door. A faux fur-trimmed coat and a thick, multicolored scarf barely kept the chill from clinging to her bones as she rubbed her gloved hands together for warmth and stomped her feet. The crunch of refrozen snow under her boots was the only sound for miles around. In a way, she found it peaceful how quiet it was when it snowed. Her heart swelled with nostalgia of winters in the Powell Estate; of throwing snowballs with Mickey and the other neighbor kids; of grey slush and wet tires in the city on her way to work. It lifted her somber mood somewhat.
At last, the door opened revealing Jackie in a festive shirt and dangly Christmas light earrings. She waved Rose in. “Rose! Get inside, you’ll freeze. Did you forget your key again? Where’s the Doctor? Another snowstorm is heading this way. Bloody tired of this snow.”
Rose ducked inside and removed her winterwear. The smell of roast turkey, evergreen, and freshly baked cookies filled the air. Her heart sank further. “Didn’t want to come.”
Rose hummed to herself as she padded down the hallway, feet protected from the hard, cold grating by a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. She yawned and scratched her head, pulling a face as her fingers got caught in her tangled tresses. Last night, after coming home from a taxing adventure with the Doctor and Jack where she’d had to pose as a noble woman, she’d gone straight to bed and fallen asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. Today she woke up hours earlier than usual, stomach growling, and mouth and throat dry from thirst. As far as she knew, Jack lay asleep in his bed, but the Doctor usually tinkered in the console room at his hour, so she headed there to see if he wanted to keep her company as she ate breakfast.
She’d just turned the corner from the bedroom quarters when a shriek pierced through the quiet and dim hallway. She stopped, heart hammering in her chest. The Doctor always bragged about how nothing could break through the TARDIS defenses, so what in the—
The Doctor’s muffled shouts spurred her into action and she darted forward, following the path the TARDIS created for her until she found herself in front of a door. She opened it without hesitation, waving her arms in front of her as she stepped into a fogged up room.
“Doctor, it’s me,” she said, her dressing gown clinging to her body as she moved through the steam. “What’s going on?”
“Rose, get Jack.”
“No, I can—” The steam dispersed and she flushed from the top of her head down to her chest as she saw a starkers, soapy Doctor standing in the turned-off shower. “Oh.”
Doctor Who episode posters→ The End of the World S01E02
[Keep doing that and don’t let go. That’s the secret.]
what was that about holding hands?
because anytime is a good time for some watch-9-and-have-feels time =_=
>here have a sticker< ~ *runs away*