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Title: Back on Speaking Terms
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country_who
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: TenII and Rose
Authors Note: Made for the then_there's_us ficathon Prompt by:365challenge who posted this promt. It didn't really turn out how I wanted it to, but everytime I went to rewrite I think it got worse so here it is, sorry if it's not exactly what you were looking for.
“Take it, Doctor,” Rose said sternly, pushing the cold metallic object into his hand.
“No,” the Doctor replied coldly, but Rose wrapped his fingers around the gun.
“Doctor,” Rose said fixing him with an unyielding stare. “It’s for your own protection, for everyone’s protection.”
“I can’t,” the Doctor protested, as he pushed the gun back into Rose’s hands and crossing his arms so she couldn’t shove the object into his hands again.
“Fine,” Rose capitulated, “Then, <i>Lieutenant</i> Smith, it is my order to have you removed from this mission, for endangering the whole team.”
The Doctor opened his mouth to protest her pulling rank on him for the first time, but she held up a solid hand to stop him.
“I don’t want to do this Doctor,” Rose told him, switching from Captain Tyler-Smith to <i>Mrs.</i> Smith. “But I can’t let you, it goes against every policy in the book, and I’m not letting you go into that kind of danger without any kind of protection.”
The Doctor took Rose by the shoulders and gripped her tightly, almost like a child needing reassurance.
“Rose, did I use a gun in all those years of traveling?” the Doctor asked quietly.
“No, and how many times did you regenerate?” Rose asked him, and before he could reply she cut him off again. “Dismissed Lieutenant.”
The Doctor wanted to protest, but instead he sulked out of the room, craftily slipping on of the debriefing folders into his suit pocket on his way out.
***
The Doctor in his black special ops uniform, carefully read the map of the area inside his yellow pickup truck (He had bought it when he moved here as a fixer upper, and because he was bemused by it, a vehicle with storage in the bed).
The mission was a simple investigation, nothing calling for a gun, in the Doctor’s opinion. There had been a series of warehouse
break-ins where aliens were suspected. Even the Doctor, who suspected that the toaster was of alien origin, was not completely certain that this case was as rock solid as the sources made them out to be, but he still wouldn’t let Rose go without him.
Turning the truck’s ignition on, the Doctor turned out of the parking space outside of the Torchwood building and onto the main road, before turning off again into an almost hidden back road.
***
The warehouse was empty when the Doctor pulled in and hopped out of his truck. He checked his watch and sighed.
“Five minutes after the operation was supposed to go down,” he muttered. “This is why they need a Time Lord…or at least a partial one.”
The Doctor shoved his keys into one of the uniforms many pockets and walked purposefully towards the building, keeping his lanky frame somewhat low to the ground.
Pressing himself against the wall of the building, the Doctor reached out his hand to carefully turn the door-knob, when the word seemed to turn upside down and the world went dark.
***
Rose watched the Doctor as he lie unconscious in their bed. The hospital had said there wasn’t much they could do for him now, and Rose thought he would be far more comfortable at home. She sent the kids to sleep over at her mother’s so they wouldn’t see the Doctor like this. He seemed so fragile; his face was bruised and most of his torso was covered in bandages disguising nasty burns that disfigured his body.
Taking his hand, Rose laced her fingers through his; as he groaned and opened his eyes for the first time since the accident.
“I'm sorry,” he muttered, letting his eyes slowly scan over Rose.
“You should be,” Rose told him angrily. “Doctor, didn’t you think that it was odd that no one was there?”
The corners of his lips turned up slightly.
“I thought you might be a bit lost without a Time Lord.”
Rose couldn’t help but smile at that, while she ran her fingers through his somewhat gritty hair.
“Well, I’m sorry too,” Rose told him, as she drew his eyes towards hers. “I never should have sent you off the mission or this never would have happened. Forgive me?”
“Of course,” the Doctor answered immediately. “Will you forgive me?”
“I already have,”
“Good,” the Doctor said with a groggy smile, while he scooted sideways a bit and motioned for Rose to sit next to him.
She hesitated at first, not wanting to hurt him more, but she caught that puppy dog stare and couldn’t turn him down, as she slid next to him. She kissed him gently on the lips, as he drifted off to sleep next to her.
Author:
country_whoRating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: TenII and Rose
Authors Note: Made for the then_there's_us ficathon Prompt by:
365challenge who posted this promt. It didn't really turn out how I wanted it to, but everytime I went to rewrite I think it got worse so here it is, sorry if it's not exactly what you were looking for. “Take it, Doctor,” Rose said sternly, pushing the cold metallic object into his hand.
“No,” the Doctor replied coldly, but Rose wrapped his fingers around the gun.
“Doctor,” Rose said fixing him with an unyielding stare. “It’s for your own protection, for everyone’s protection.”
“I can’t,” the Doctor protested, as he pushed the gun back into Rose’s hands and crossing his arms so she couldn’t shove the object into his hands again.
“Fine,” Rose capitulated, “Then, <i>Lieutenant</i> Smith, it is my order to have you removed from this mission, for endangering the whole team.”
The Doctor opened his mouth to protest her pulling rank on him for the first time, but she held up a solid hand to stop him.
“I don’t want to do this Doctor,” Rose told him, switching from Captain Tyler-Smith to <i>Mrs.</i> Smith. “But I can’t let you, it goes against every policy in the book, and I’m not letting you go into that kind of danger without any kind of protection.”
The Doctor took Rose by the shoulders and gripped her tightly, almost like a child needing reassurance.
“Rose, did I use a gun in all those years of traveling?” the Doctor asked quietly.
“No, and how many times did you regenerate?” Rose asked him, and before he could reply she cut him off again. “Dismissed Lieutenant.”
The Doctor wanted to protest, but instead he sulked out of the room, craftily slipping on of the debriefing folders into his suit pocket on his way out.
***
The Doctor in his black special ops uniform, carefully read the map of the area inside his yellow pickup truck (He had bought it when he moved here as a fixer upper, and because he was bemused by it, a vehicle with storage in the bed).
The mission was a simple investigation, nothing calling for a gun, in the Doctor’s opinion. There had been a series of warehouse
break-ins where aliens were suspected. Even the Doctor, who suspected that the toaster was of alien origin, was not completely certain that this case was as rock solid as the sources made them out to be, but he still wouldn’t let Rose go without him.
Turning the truck’s ignition on, the Doctor turned out of the parking space outside of the Torchwood building and onto the main road, before turning off again into an almost hidden back road.
***
The warehouse was empty when the Doctor pulled in and hopped out of his truck. He checked his watch and sighed.
“Five minutes after the operation was supposed to go down,” he muttered. “This is why they need a Time Lord…or at least a partial one.”
The Doctor shoved his keys into one of the uniforms many pockets and walked purposefully towards the building, keeping his lanky frame somewhat low to the ground.
Pressing himself against the wall of the building, the Doctor reached out his hand to carefully turn the door-knob, when the word seemed to turn upside down and the world went dark.
***
Rose watched the Doctor as he lie unconscious in their bed. The hospital had said there wasn’t much they could do for him now, and Rose thought he would be far more comfortable at home. She sent the kids to sleep over at her mother’s so they wouldn’t see the Doctor like this. He seemed so fragile; his face was bruised and most of his torso was covered in bandages disguising nasty burns that disfigured his body.
Taking his hand, Rose laced her fingers through his; as he groaned and opened his eyes for the first time since the accident.
“I'm sorry,” he muttered, letting his eyes slowly scan over Rose.
“You should be,” Rose told him angrily. “Doctor, didn’t you think that it was odd that no one was there?”
The corners of his lips turned up slightly.
“I thought you might be a bit lost without a Time Lord.”
Rose couldn’t help but smile at that, while she ran her fingers through his somewhat gritty hair.
“Well, I’m sorry too,” Rose told him, as she drew his eyes towards hers. “I never should have sent you off the mission or this never would have happened. Forgive me?”
“Of course,” the Doctor answered immediately. “Will you forgive me?”
“I already have,”
“Good,” the Doctor said with a groggy smile, while he scooted sideways a bit and motioned for Rose to sit next to him.
She hesitated at first, not wanting to hurt him more, but she caught that puppy dog stare and couldn’t turn him down, as she slid next to him. She kissed him gently on the lips, as he drifted off to sleep next to her.
