Hey everybody! I would just like to point out this is my first ever fanfic :) So please review! It would mean so much to me!
I do not own Doctor Who, which is a shame :(
This is a ONESHOT 10.5/Rose fic set Post Journeys End in the parallel world. Enjoy!
Coming Home
The Doctor could barely contain his excitement.
It was days like this, after doing long, boring and typically human work that he was glad he was going home to someone. All day he had had to act dumb and play the part. He had to pretend not to be different or special, but now he was going home to the one person in the whole world who knew just how special he was. No, not the whole world, the whole universe!
Soon enough the Doctor found himself counting down the minutes….
60 minutes… "Hurry up, stupid watch!"
50 minutes… "Hmm, I wonder what's for tea?"
40 minutes… "Oh God, Jackie isn't coming round tonight, is she?"
30 minutes… "OK, half an hour to go…"
20 minutes… "Does my hair look OK?"
10 minutes… "Come on, only ten minutes, you can do it…"
5 minutes… "Five minutes, that's only 300 seconds, 299, 298…"
2 minutes… "Oh god, where are the car keys?"
1 minute… "60 seconds, 59, 58….SPEED UP!!"
A few seconds later the Doctor leapt up, knocking over his chair.
"YES! 6 O' CLOCK!"
Office workers looked up from their work, shocked and surprised as the suited figure whizzed by, grinning like an idiot and causing havoc. But he didn't care – he was on a mission.
He ran out of the tall building to where the car park was, dodging past the many vehicles that threatened to run him over. He reached the car, climbed in, drove like a madman.
Minutes seemed to stretch like hours. 3 miles, 2 miles, 1 mile….
Then at last, the front door to the house! He was here!
The Doctor dashed out of the car, not bothering to close the door behind him. He reached the front door, fumbling with the handle, before it finally swung open and he collapsed in a heap on the doormat. He picked himself up, brushing off the dust on his suit.
The house was peaceful. He could smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen. But where was she?
He grinned with childish enthusiasm. He took a deep breath and prepared himself – this was his favourite bit.
"HONEY! I'M HOOOOME!"
Silence.
But then suddenly there was a great thud from upstairs. The Doctor heard the familiar sound of feet pounding across the floor. And he knew exactly whose feet it was.
The footsteps quickened, he heard them thundering down the stairs. He felt like his heart was about to burst with anticipation.
Then he saw her, her hair dishevelled and cheeks red. She was beaming, her face glowing with pure happiness. Her big brown eyes were wide with admiration – and she was as beautiful as ever.
It was Rose. His Rose.
In one giant stride he had crossed the hallway and had scooped her up into his strong arms. She giggled and squealed with delight as he span her around, faster and faster. He too found he was laughing, and he couldn't help it.
He set her down in front of him, stroking the flyaway strands of hair off her face as she grinned up at him, her eyes twinkling with joy.
"I'm so dizzy!" she laughed.
The Doctor smiled. He tilted her chin up with his finger and leaned in closer.
"I know exactly what will fix that."
And he kissed her. It was blissful oblivion, his lips against hers. Rose ran her fingers through his mane of messy hair, taking in the smell of him, the feeling of his body against hers. The Doctor smiled against her lips, his arms wrapped around her waist.
It was several moments later when they finally broke apart. Rose looked stunned.
"Wow…"
"All Better?" the Doctor replied, a slow smile stretching across his face.
She grinned.
"Much better."