Drabble of 10/Rose, just after The Christmas Invasion, how I think it would go if they filmed it now (considering the events of The End Of Time). Won't make much sense if you didn't see the end of TEOT Part 2.
Prompt: "New Year's... it was you. It was you all along, and I didn't even say goodbye..."
He shut the door behind him, the so-called 'foxy' smile already creeping into place. Rose was gonna love this, brown was certainly this body's color.
"Rose? What do you think?" He spun slowly in place, letting the newfound long coat swish out a bit. Looking back at her, his face fell.
"What's wrong?" She looked as though she'd been hit with a train.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. It looks great..." she closed her eyes for a moment. "Really great." Opening them, she grinned at him. "It's been a really great time, you know that? Absolutely amazing. And I never want it to stop."
By now he was utterly confused. "Well that's better than what I thought you were gonna say, at least... is it the trainers? I love the trainers, but I guess I could find something else..."
"It's not the trainers, Doctor! There's nothing wrong. Just had a major sense of deja vu, that's all. You don't plan to visit my past self, do you?" Her voice took on a teasing tone, all shock hidden behind casual joking. There was no chance of getting answers out of her now, so he took up his usual place at the console.
"Don't think so, not without good reason anyway. I already took care of the bike when you were twelve, remember? No more illicit stops back along personal timelines. Anyways – where now? Random, beach, winter, forest, underwater cities where all they eat is bananas? Not so much into bananas this time around, but they're quite good. No pears though, definitely no pears whatsoever."
She let it all wash over her, slowly becoming accustomed to his voice. This was her Doctor, so superior in so many ways but yet so personal. And while his previous self was certainly no slouch in the looks department, this one belonged on the cover of something, wearing nothing but a well-placed hat. Gorgeous didn't begin to cover it. Oh, shit, he was asking her something.
"Sorry, what? Drifted off for a moment."
"Rose Marion Tyler, were you ignoring me? People have died that way, you know." He paused to toss her a smirk. "But I'll let it go this time, you don't necessarily need to know about the Yellow Thneed of Grepsicon 129-1838. Barcelona?"
She nodded, laughing. "Barcelona."
And he threw them into the vortex, painful memories of the future left in their wake.
A/N: So this is only the second fic that I've published, but I think I'll start doing more as I finish the DW fics that I'm working on, including one possible multiparter. We'll see :)
Thanks for reading, and if you'd like to drop a review, that'd be great! Prompts, suggestions, anything will be welcomed. Except haters, I ignore them and turn them into Rose figurines. Criticism is fine and all that, but pointless hating is just not fun for anybody.
-Yours truly, Emi
PS. There are a few references to other stuff in here, from DW and elsewhere. Cookies to anyone who spots one or more!