Title: Siren's Song
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Warning(s): None
Summary: Before her, his life was like an elegy, full of broken notes and crescendos that built up but faded into nothing. Then she danced into his requiem, and turned it into a symphony that he hoped would never end.


He awakens to a melody.

It is the first time, in a long time, that he hasn't awoken to the sound of his screams and images of a burning city dancing on his eyelids. The lullaby wafts through the air, as angelic notes waltz amidst a storm of dust illuminated by the sunlight, and drift into his too large ears. He contemplates if perhaps he's finally gone completely mad, (because hearing songs with no source in sight is never a good thing) until with genius deduction skills, he realizes that the tune is coming from outside the bedroom.

Rose sits at the piano forte with her golden locks twisted into a bun, wearing a sky blue dress that compliments her features beautifully. She looks like she's stepped out of Mansfield Park, or another Jane Austen novel. (Oh he likes seeing this refined side of her)

The song plays on: so engrossed is she in playing that Rose doesn't notice him enter the room. His eyes close automatically, enraptured by the rhythm of the piece; he never guessed in a million years that Rose could do something so enchanting, but then again she is enchanting herself. Before her, his life was like an elegy, full of broken notes and crescendos that built up but faded into nothing. Then she danced into his requiem, and turned it into a symphony that he hoped would never end.

The melody comes to a close: the siren concludes her song.

"Did you like it then?" Rose asks, turning with her brown irises filled with nervousness and unease. He realizes then that she is unconfident in her skill, and looks to him for affirmation that she played well. His hearts swell –she thinks so highly of his opinion? Waiting for his reply, she takes the sheet music from the piano and puts it away with an urgency that is baffling.

"Better than Beethoven, and he was a personal friend," the Doctor replies, which makes her lips part into a smile. Rose stands from the piano, soothes her frock, and laughs daintily.

"You promised me I'd get to meet Miss Austen herself today, so let's not dawdle any longer. Blimey, this bloody corset is killing me," she sighs, leaving the room. He chuckles to himself, and before trailing after her, curiously checks to see the sheet music she was so eager to hideaway.

His eyes widen as he reads the title of the song:

"She Loves You."

Another song of a different kind begins to play in his hearts.