Title: The Kiss
Rating: K+
Summary: Cassandra kissed the Doctor ... or did she? Rose's thoughts during New Earth.
Spoliers: New Earth, teensy weensy for The Unquiet Dead
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I never have owned Doctor Who. I never will own Doctor Who.
Author's Note: This started out as a little idea and gradually expanded. This is what happens when your friend is away from school and you don't bring your Walkman.
The Kiss
Whoa. This is weird. I've been pushed out of my body by a God knows how old piece of skin. So what am I? I think I'm the mind, the spirit. I can still see through my eyes but I have no control over them. So now what? Am I going to be like this for the rest of my life? Aggh, I feel weak. I feel like I'm being crushed. The pain is killing me. Killing me? God, no. There was so much more I wanted to do with my life … to do with the Doctor. No, don't think about that. Oh, he's so hot. Now I'll never get to tell him … oh, it would have been so perfect before when we were lying on the grass together. I mentioned "our first date" and he didn't even change the wording. We'd been talking, laughing. It would have been so easy to just lean a little closer to him, to just close the gap between us … Then again, that could have ruined the moment. We've got a very complex relationship, that'd be the last thing it needed. So what now? Here's the Doctor now. Doctor! That's not me! It's Cassandra! Oh, I'm never going to get anywhere like this. I need to regain control. I need to focus. If I had fists I'd be clenching them tight. But then what? Even if I do get through, there's no way I'd be able to stay there for very long. I'm weak enough as it is. What could I say? DoctorI'mbeingpossessedbyCassandrawho'sgotsomeevilplanandshecalledmeachav? No way. If I am going to get through I want to do something meaningful. Something I won't regret. Something that won't be a waste of time … I've got it. I just need a bit more strength. Concentrate Rose. Make it through. God, now I know how Gwyneth must have felt. Yes, I think I'm getting somewhere.
"Well, I can talk. New new Doctor," the Doctor says, that adorable smile on his face.
"Mmm, aren't you just," says Cassandra. Suddenly my breaths are getting heavy. Wait, my breaths! I'm through! I waste no time. I pull the Doctor towards me and I kiss him. And it's not some innocent little peck. This is a full on, hungry, tongue-down-the-throat kiss. I feel so many emotions. Lust. Desire. Passion. Everything I've wanted over the last few months and I'm getting it, right here, right now. And it's beautiful. But all too soon it's over. I feel myself being pulled back, away from him. And I'm back in the spectator's stand. Cassandra's back in control, and she immediately pulls away. Now I have no idea what the future holds. But it's okay. I did it. I snogged the Doctor. Now if I die, I can die knowing I did what I wanted to do. And if I don't and I miraculously get my body back, there'll be no questions asked. Our relationship will be the same as always. After all, it was Cassandra who kissed him.
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