Based on the Thirty Day OTP Challenge on Tumblr.
Each day will consist of a small drabble, of anything between 50-300 words, and will either be Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose or Tentoo/Rose.
I'm currently writing Day Five (Kissing- yes, it is a very shippy challenge) so there will be an update every day. If I'm very far ahead (and lucky enough to get any reviews) then you might get two or three.
Day One, holding hands.
Neither of them could be sure when it had become habit again- neither of them could say when it had become habit the first time, either. All Rose knew, after visiting New New York and before the disaster in Scotland, was that the hand gripping hers as they ran from the mob of angry Kluxuarians didn't feel weird, or strange or even remotely like one that had been cut off in a swordfight in the sky above London.
It felt like the Doctor, and that would always be good enough for her.
