The Scent of Home

by Bria

There was a time Rose Tyler didn't like the smell of leather.

Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.

Written for timepetalsprompts on tumblr and their weekly drabble prompt: the the distinct smell and feel of leather and blue eyes

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There was a time Rose Tyler didn't like the smell of leather. It was pungent and reminded her of days she wanted to forget - her time with Jimmy and his band. Jimmy had worn ripped denim, but the clubs had reeked of beer and animal hide. Memories best left behind.

Then came the Doctor. Running for her life, her hand nestled in his. He wore his jacket like armor, but she saw through it. Him and his ice blue eyes would never be cold to her. Somewhere between Cardiff and 'I could save the world but lose you,' everything changed. It became the smell of him, the scent of home.