Title: Purple
Pairing: 10th Doctor/Rose
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of anything that has to do with Doctor Who. That all belongs to the BBC and some other important people that are certainly not me. This is purely for fun!
Description: Colors have scents, and it is much easier to hide behind these than to think about the truth.
The red haired surprise was clutching a heap of fabric that smelled like purple, demanding explanations that, usually right at the tip of his tongue were failing him, a moment of silence for-
-Can't say her name anymore. Time to move on.
She wore it on New Earth, and before that on a planet of ice when he had a different face, then after that on a jungle adventure where they were invited to smoke a peace pipe with a tribe of silver skinned natives-
For a day or so afterwards it had smelled like silver and pipe smoke, but then it went right back to smelling like purple.
The red haired one was doing it a disrespect yelling at it like that, and if she held it too long she would make it smell like her, for sure, not like-
-The color purple.
She wore it when they walked through orchards of apples three galaxies away. She had threaded violets behind her ears.
Purple and violet, he muses, were entirely different on the smell spectrum and-
-No. Not her name.
She would have yelled a bit like this, he thinks almost affectionately, or he would have if he could have remembered that this was what affection felt like-
Affection! It suddenly comes to him, feels strangely purple, like how the sweatshirt smells and like-
-Let her go now.
And then he snatches it from the red haired woman and he is moving, running down the hall to his room, throwing it on his bed for safe keeping when he realizes-
-Her clothes are still here. Her things. All of them.
If he keeps them safe, maybe…maybe-
-She can't. There is no way.
And later, after he sorts out this redheaded mess, he will walk down the hall and peek behind her door for a second until it hurts. Then he'll move to his own room with that sweatshirt and for a time inhale with his face pressed into that fabric and smell pur—pur—p—
Smell a rose.