So I like a certain AU, and it just so happens that I had some free time. I'm just gonna write it. I don't own Doctor Who, but I love toying with it so yea. Also, just for starters, here is a list of things that apply to this story:
Donna is John's sister, as well as Sarah-Jane.
John is the 10th Doctor
John's parents died in a science lab.
^So did his wife.
Rose is still a shop girl, but her job exploded because of a gas leak that occurred just after she left, she was five blocks away when she heard the explosion.
This will go from that point.
First person PoV Rose
I sighed. For the third time this month, I worked overtime. The money is nice, don't get me wrong, but I wake up at 5:00am to get up and leave at 7:00am to have time to shower and do my morning regime. And then, on a normal day, I work from 8:00am to 5:00pm, but since the pay is nice for overtime, and some of my co-workers have been slacking off of work, I have to work overtime. I need to stop complaining. Mum's probably wondering where I'm at. I looked at the clock, 7:15. I sigh once more, grabbing my rucksack, and I leave the building.
I get about five blocks before I hear something that stops my heart completely. Holding my breath, I turn around to see what the noise was. A cold shiver ran down my spine. It was Heinricks. On fire, and blown up. A hand slips into mine, and I gasp. A pair of brown eyes meet my green ones.
"Run," He whispers.
I comply, not knowing what else to do. "Who are you?!" I yell, while we run toward the Powell estate. "BEST EXPLAINED WHEN WE AREN'T ABOUT TO DIE!" He yells back. My hand still in his, we race down the streets of London, as fast as humanly possible. I'm now glad that I was in Gymnastics when I was in school. Until. . .well, I don't wanna think about that. We finally reach the Estate, and running up the stairs, I swing us down a hall, into my flat. As soon as he's in the door, he shuts it, and leans against it, panting.
"Rose! Is that you?" I hear my mum, Jackie Tyler, yell from down the hall. "Yea mum! Just give me a minuet!" I yell back, not bothering to explain what was happening. She won't have to find out.
"Right, that's fine! I'm in no rush, I'm about to get in the shower!" She yells, and I sigh with relief. "Okay mum! Call me if you need me!" The man, still panting, leaning on the door wears a smirk. I smile with him, hoping for some semblance of peace. "Right, follow me." I whisper, grabbing the man's hand, and leading him into my room.
"Okay," I say, as soon as the door is closed behind me, "One, who are you?" I ask him, wanting an answer, but not saying it in a demanding tone, so as to be gentle. "I'm John Smith. And you are?" He asks in return. "Rose. Rose Tyler." I stick out my hand which he, instead of shaking, plants a kiss to. I shiver, before knocking myself out of it. "Two," I continue, becoming more calmed, "How did you know that that shop was gonna blow?" I asked. "I didn't. I was up close, and I saw it first hand. I didn't want you to get hurt." he said, as if it was the simplest thing ever. "Why me?" I ask. "Sorry?"
"Oh, come off it. Why me? I'm not anything special, and there were so many other people. Why me?" I ask. He blushes slightly, "You just seemed the most innocent creature there. Like you would never hurt a fly, not to mention your beauty-" "Are you coming on to me?" I ask, jovially. "No." He says seriously. "Okay." I say, slightly put off. "I didn't mean that I wouldn't, but-er-we hardly just met and-um-you are beautiful but-err I'm not that sort of person to just out of the blue meet someone and think, 'Oh why not, I've had worse'." He joked to relieve the tension.
I laughed heartily at that. He was funny, for what he looked. "So, since we've now been acquainted, why not get to know each other better," He offered. I nodded, wanting to ease the tension further. "Favourite colour?" I asked easily. "Easy," He started, looking satisfied. "Royal blue and brown." He finished, looking pleased. "What about you?" He asked, plopping himself down on my bed. "Look around you. My favourite is pink." I said the last part after he gazed around, looking at the, in his opinion, horrible pink colour that covered the expanse of my room. "Really?" He asked sarcastically, as I sat beside him. "I hadn't noticed." He stated cheekily, wearing a very cute smirk.
"John, I think we should get you home, my mum'll be out soon." I said. "Hold on just a tick-" "Rose," He asked quickly.
"Yes, John?" I pondered. "Come over to my place. We can have tea, and have more talk time, stay over if you like, just tell her you're going to see a mate." He asked nervously. "Okay." I said, trusting him. "I'll be right back. Go wait in the hall outside the flat." I told him. He saluted, leaving me with a giggle.
"Mum," I said, coming into the bathroom, where she was wrapped in a towel, applying a moisturizer. "I'm gonna go and stay with Shareen tonight." I stated. She just nodded. I told her I was on my way out, and she nodded again. Leaving the flat, a hand grabbed mine, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, until I realized that it was John. "Why so jumpy, Rose?" He asked, slightly put off. Uh oh. I quickly thought up a lie and said, "How would you like it if you stepped out of your house and someone just grabbed your hand?" Sarcasm. Situation defused.
"Welllll," He drew out the word. "Strictly speaking, it would depend on who the person was, if I liked them, if I hated them, if they scared me, and if they were all around terrifying." He babbled for a couple more minuets, before I drew him out of it. "Come on, I don't want my mum thinking I've just got another bloke hanging around." I say, easily tugging him down the hall. He complied with a quickness, and he began to take the lead. "Do you have a car?" I asked, wondering how far his house was if we had to walk. "Oh, it's at the house. I only live about five blocks from the shopping centre, and I wanted to have a walk." He said. I sighed softly. "Whats the matter." He asked. "My feet are killin' me, and I've been workin' all day. Plus we just ran, about ten minuets ago." I complained lamely.
He chuckled softly, and picked me up bridal style. I squeaked. "John, what the hell?" "Your feet hurt, and I'm strong. Onward my good lady!" I laughed and just let him carry me. "I should warn you though, I share my flat with my sister, and she's away for the weekend, just don't go greenside, and we'll be fine." I nodded up at him, wondering what greenside meant. "I'll tell you more when we get there." He said, sensing my curiosity. The banter slowed down, and I found myself falling asleep on him.
"Rose," John's voice stirred me. "Where is my banana daquiri!?" I yelled confusedly. "The piƱata king has my banana daquiri!" I shout, still confused. John snorts, and I quickly realized that I dribbled on his shirt. "Oh, shit." I mutter, placing my hand over the spot. "Doesn't matter," he says. "I need to set you down, so that I can unlock the door." I nod, and he sets me down gently, not releasing me, until I could stand up straight. His hand flies to the inside of his jacket, and he produces a key. Unlocking the door, he turns the lights on, letting me take in the house. The inside was, as he said, slightly greenside. Meaning that there were two different coloured parts of the house. The Greenside, obviously his sisters, was behind a brown oak door. The blueside, however, was hidden behind a vintage 1960's Police Box door. He pulled out the silver key again, and dug it into the lock on the police box door. It opened easily, and he took my hand and led me inside.
He began to speak softly, "Rose, do you want to go to sleep," he asked in a gentle manner. "I don't really want to, but if that's what you want me to do-" "I didn't mean that I wanted you to, but you fell asleep while we were walking." He gestured to the slowly drying spot on his shirt. I sighed softly, I was feeling quite-I yawned. Oops, I thought tiredly. John laughed softly. "That settles it, come on, we can find you something of mine to wear." My eyes widen. "What?" He asks. "Well we've only just met, you're treating me as if we've been together for ages," I state slowly, exhaustion enrapturing me.
"I don't know," He said, picking me up bridal style again. "Come on, jim jams, then bed." He stated, and there was no arguing, no point, as I was already just barely conscious. I fell asleep again in his arms.
"Rose," I heard in my sleep again. "Don't shank me, Banana king! I will set the llamas after you!" I shout, still hazy from sleep. John laughed,"What you dream about, I will never understand." and I looked up to see that he has carried me all the way to another room. "Where are we?" I ask. "We're in my room." He stated simply. Wait! His room! What!? "Uh your room?" I ask, damn I'm still groggy. "Yea, for as much money as I make, I don't prepare for occasions like this. My sister and I, wile sharing a very large house, don't like a lot of extra rooms." He stated, as if it was the simplest thing ever. "So that meant..?" "You'll have to sleep in here. I-if that's alright, I can sleep on the couch downst-" "No I think you should have the bed." "Really, Rose, I'm fine with the couch." "That won't do, you'll just have to stick with me, on the bed, since both of us are too stubborn." I found myself saying, before I could stop it. "Okay, I guess." He said softly. "I'll get us out some jim-jams." He walked over to the closet, and pulled out two sets of pyjamas. And handing one to me, he said, "I'll go to the bathroom to change." And he left the room. I began to change, and wondered why he was being so kind to me. I've not been treated nicely since before Jimmy. I don't wanna think about jimmy because then I think about the night when-I subconsciously drug the pajama top further over the scar on my left collarbone.
I heard a knock, "Can I come in, Rose?" John's voice asked from the other side of the door. "Yea." I called back weakly. He came in carrying two mugs. "I thought you might want some tea before bed, helps to calm the nerves." He offered me a glass. I took a sip. It was the perfect temperature and sweetness, just the way I like it. "Thank you," I said before taking another swig. "You don't have to be so nice to me." He gave me a questioning look. "Nobody's been this kind to me for a long time. Well, I say nobody, I mean no guy." He sat down on the huge bed, next to me. "Why?" He asked. "That's a story that is not for just before bed." I said. His eyes apprehended me. I felt my willpower weaken slightly. "You really wanna know?" I asked. "You tell me about yours, and I'll tell you about mine." He said. I snorted, so suggestive. "Okay" I said.
"Here goes nothing. So about five years ago, I had this boyfriend Jimmy-" I shuddered, but continued-"He abused me to no end. And one night, he was with me and my friend Jessica, well he got mad at her and-" I paused, my eyes filling with tears. "He got mad at her, and he took out his pocket knife, well I tried to protect her, and he slit the skin on my collarbone." I moved the jim jam top down to reveal a cut on my shoulder. "I moved out of the way, and he got her. He stabbed her I don't even know how many times, but she bled out. She didn't even do anything wrong, she just asked why I was being treated like shit, and he killed her. He tried to kill me too. I managed to break his nose, and that knocked him out, so I took the evidence to the police station, and they got Jimmy for murder and attempted murder. He's gonna be locked up for a very long time, but that doesn't stop me being scared." I finished. John looked murderous at the end. I flinched. "How could he do this?" He asked. "How could he hurt something so perfect? Why would he want to blemish that?" John asked.
"Rose I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that this ever happened to you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you back then." He apologized. "I know we just met, but I feel like I need to be there for you." He continued. "Yea, I get that." I said. I finished my tea, and got up to take it to his kitchen.. "Here, let me." He said. "You need your sleep." I nodded, knowing that he was right. I sit back on the bed, and hand him the cup, and I laid down. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
*THIS IS IN THIRD PERSON AS I CAN'T CONTINUE TO WRITE IN ROSE'S POV*
John crept around the house, as quiet as he could, so as to not disturb Rose. He wasn't going to sleep with her. It wasn't appropriate. They'd only just met about two hours ago. He was just about to lay down on the couch when Rose came down the stairs. "John?" She asked. "Yes, Rose?" I replied. "I came down to ask where your bathroom is." She blushed. "It's alright, I'll show you." I said, taking her hand, and leading her to the bathroom. "Thank you, John. For everything." I simply nodded. She then did the unexpected. She wrapped her arms around my middle, hugging my body to hers. I returned the hug. "It's alright, Rose. You deserve to be treated well. I don't know you all that much, but I hope for us to become the best of friends." I said to her. She released me shortly after, and she entered the loo. Not before saying one last thing. "Go to the bedroom, I'll be in there in a minuet, and if you're not in there, I will drag you by the ear." She said. I didn't want to be at the mercy of her rage, so I complied.
