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: blossom (I know I'm not following it strictly, but I digress).


The Doctor had often wondered why the Zero Room smelled of roses.

He visited it as necessary. Sometimes to heal, sometimes just to relax. The scent lingered afterward but he never minded. It was soothing.

Then came the Time War, followed by 'Run!' A hand (a life) that fit perfectly in his. An irresistible smile that brought him peace. He finally had his answer. His TARDIS had known.

Now Rose was gone, as was Donna. He was dripping wet and desperately needed solace but he couldn't cope with the fragrance.

The Doctor passed the Zero Room but he didn't enter.