Hi, I don't own anything about Doctor who and all that stuff, I'm just writing down things I feel hahah. Enjoy :)
He had sweat running down his forehead. Suddenly his leather jacket felt too hot and too heavy to wear, but he couldn't stop running. He had to get to Rose before it was too late. He knew those magicians looked a bit funny, he should have gone with her when they offered her a behind-the-scenes look. Why did he have to be so far away? He groaned and stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Of course he chose tonight to let his domestic side take over for once and offer to go and get some chips from her favourite shop. He started running again. At least now he was nearly there...
He burst into the room. The 'magicians' had taken off their masks to reveal their true faces, which obviously weren't human. Rose was strapped to a makeshift table, her chest heaving as a blade got closer and closer every passing second.
"Doctor?" She asked, fear evident in her voice.
"Doctor please tell me that's you." She panted.
"Rose it's me, I'm here, I've got you, don't worry" he said.
"You took your time"
Half an hour later he had defeated the aliens. He soniced open the bars holding Rose down and she jumped up. The relief she felt was evident as she had tears running down her face. She shakily smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and he willingly hugged her back. She pulled away, and when he felt her lips on his cheek he felt a strange sensation in his stomach that he could only describe as butterflies. Maybe he should let her be in danger more often...
Just thought I should say now, 1, 2 and 3 are nine, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 are ten and the last one is eleven. I'm sorry if someone else has written something like this before, this just seemed like a nice idea and rose/doctor are my absolute otp so yeah, woo!