Title: Simple Gestures
Summary: She grips harder than Rose, her fingers seem longer and her hand just doesn't sit right.
Rating: PG
A/N: Doctor's POV.I wrote this while watching the first episode of season 3. This isn't a Martha bashing fic. Ten/Rose
The double doors fly open as people run through them, screaming and fleeing. What humans do best. Run. Some however, a rather small percentage, don't. They make a stand. Like Rose. Right until the last second she was by my side, making a stand for the human race. Not to mention standing up to her mother. I tell you, facing Jackie Tyler takes some guts; give me cybermen any day.
"Run!" I grab her hand and she does as she's told. It feels strange to be running for my life holding a stranger's hand. She grips harder than Rose, her fingers seem longer and her hand just doesn't sit right. Not like Rose's.
Her hand had fit perfectly, like every last piece of skin on it had been sculpted just for my hand. Oddly enough I know a planet where they do that. Sculpt their hands to fit perfectly...doesn't cost much either.
To them it' the ultimate form of intimacy. Simply holding a person's hand. To feel their flesh flush against your own, joined together like one person. I may not have had the chance to reply to Rose on the beach, but she knew. She'd held my hand plenty times. Felt my grip tighten that little bit extra when something was wrong. Smiled as my thumb idly stroked her palm...This, with Martha, it isn't intimacy. It's running for my life and trying to survive while looking after a troublesome human.
With Rose...it was both.