Title: Burn.
Author: JForward
Summary: Part of my ongoing wolfdoctor series! Rose finds a necklace and the Doctor realises something about an old necklace.
Sadly, I do not own Doctor Who or David Tennant. Rose wouldn't have left if I did! Oh well, a girl can dream…
"Doctor!" Rose's voice echoed down the hallways of the TARDIS, emanating from her room. "Hmm?" The Doctor's head peeked around her own. She was sat on the edge of her bed, turning something in her hands as she looked at it. The Doctor looked at the room, noting the cupboard open in the corner and the black, velvet jewellery box. He went and sat next to her. "What is it?" she asked him softly. On her palm, on a silver chain, was a silver acorn. It was studded with little gems around the top part with a gem embedded in the little top tip.
"Ah! This-" He started, as she held it up by the chain in front of them, shining in the TARDIS lights. "is a charm from Razlia. Meant to bring good luck to whoever wears it. Pure silver. I thought I would never see this again!" he held his hand out, palm flat, under the acorn. She dropped it into his hand, and his fingers closed around it. Then, after half a second, with a cry of pain, he dropped it. He grasped his wrist tightly, eyes closed in pain, the acorn hitting the floor with a little THUD.
Rose looked over his shoulder and gave a little gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. The skin on his hand was scorched badly. Not just badly, unbelievably badly. The skin was so badly burnt that it was blackened, crisped skin curled away leaving a deep wound. Dried blood stained the area around the wound.
They began to walk towards the medlab, Rose astounded at the level of burning. "What caused that?" she asked him softly as he began to remove bandages and some kind of antiseptic paste from a cupboard. "I can't touch silver now. I should have remembered." Rose was a little confused, helping spread the greyish paste over the wound, watching as he winced in pain.
"What do you mean?" she queried, getting the bandages and beginning to wrap them around the paste-coated wound. "Werewolves. Silver bullets kill us. Silver itself burns us. If I had been outside, closer to full moon, that would have been a lot worse. That is just a mild burn by were-standards." She fastened the bandage tightly and he smiled faintly, walking back to her room with a thick wad of tissues. Careful not to touch it with his bare skin, he scooped the offending acorn into the tissues and handed it to Rose.
"Wear it. It might protect you when I… transform." She fastened it around her neck, feeling the reassuring weight and wished, not for the first time, that she could kiss him.
A/N: I hate the ending, it's soppy and stupid. Oh well, best I could do in the middle of an ICT lesson. Heh… "