My first- please R&R!
Rose, are you awake?
he asks, but not loud enough for her to wake if she has, in fact, been asleep. She doesn't answer, though she absolutely is awake, and is waiting to see what it is he can't say to her face. He shifts on the other side of the Tardis, pacing, running a hand through his brown hair and muttering to himself. Or, really, to the 'sleeping' girl on the other side of the ship. He doesn't seem to realize how loudly he begins to speak.
Oh, God. What am I supposed to do? I couldn't stop myself from coming for you, from bringing you back. This should be impossible, Rose.
She starts to wonder if maybe he means for her to be awake, but his next words convince her he thinks she's asleep. She closes one eye, and he stands with his back to her.
Time-lords can't love. It's just...not in our chemical make-up. We feel hate, joy, jealousy, but not love.
Her heart flops in her chest, and his head begins to burn as if he knows she's awake, and is embarrassed. But of course he doesn't know. She blinks and sits up, watching him, and listening.
But there's just something about you that does things to me that I shouldn't feel. I know from watching, from listening...this... 900 years, Rose.
He sits down, putting his head in his hands, at a loss. She stands up, but he's too deep into his one-sided conversation to notice.
900 years, and all of a sudden, I change. All of a sudden I can love.
He pauses, and even though she's waiting for something she knows he can never say, she expects it, knowing she'll be let down again.
It would be you,
He continues, and she doesn't say anything for once. Not challenging him, not agreeing, not misunderstanding. There is a moment where they are at one- where she is let into the deepest, most private part of the Doctor's heart, and where she understands him fully. Then the moment ends. She sits beside him, though he doesn't look at her, and laces her fingers with his, laying her head on his shoulder. Slowly, he smiles.
It would.