Day One: Hand Holding
Made For
Author's Note: This is the first time I've done the otp challenge. This will be Rose and different Doctors. Those including the Eleventh, the Ninth, Tenth, and the Ten Two. Because I also group them together when it comes to Rose and him. So here's the first one being Rose and Eleven. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or my beautiful otp. How unfortunate.
His hands aren't made to hold hers.
Well she's not here anyway, but the first thing he notices after saving the day and taking Amelia with him is his hands don't fit hers. His last regeneration his hands fit perfectly. Their fingers slip between each other's. Their palms pressed together, palm to palm. His fingers were slender and hers tiny but they fit well. Now he noticed his hands don't fit hers. He knows her hands and knows they wouldn't fit well. Maybe his body moved on from her. She's not here, no need to be a pretty boy just for her. He thinks about what she would've said if she saw him in this body. He could hear her voice.
"A lot younger than your last one, you're a child now."
"Wait, your hair is longer. I like it, suits you well. Not like when I first met you."
"Bowties? They are so cool."
That last comment was his ego speaking but he smiles anyway.
He occupies his time working on the tardis like old times. His fingers tingling like urging to hold something, or someone. He works harder, improving the tardis only little. His thoughts keep going back to her hands. He works more, the tardis tries to comfort him. He keeps working, faster, harder, but his hands keep tingling and they start to sting. He stops working and sighs. He gets up and rubs his hands together causing warmth between them.
"Doctor."
He jumps and turns around to see Amy, "Hello, Amy, can't sleep?"
"No, I slept, it's just I can hear you."
He looks at the tardis console and can see the wires he has torn apart. He also finally notices the music playing around him. When did he turn that on? "Sorry," he turns around and pressing some buttons, making the music turn off. "Would you like some tea to help you sleep? Heard tea makes people relax more." Especially those British, he thinks to himself before looking back at Amy.
Amy is giving him a concerned look, "Are you alright?"
"I'm always alright," he smiles, "I don't get un-alright."
"I don't think that's a word," she laughs, "Are you sure? Don't you sleep?"
The Doctor walks to her, "I don't need sleep, Amelia, but you do." He turns her around and starts pushing her towards the corridors, "Get yourself a nice cup of tea and go back to bed. I'll keep the party down."
Amy turns around and gently takes his hands.
The Doctor's eyes widen a bit at the relief of someone else's hands. The tingling fading away.
"Doctor, if you ever are in need of a talk," Amy smiles up at him, "I'm around, okay?"
"Okay," he smiles back. He then nods, "Alright time for bed. Want my companion to get all the rest she needs." He turns her around again, letting go of her hands.
Amy laughs, "Alright, alright." She walks away and stops at the hallway. She turns around with a smile, "Goodnight, Doctor. Get some rest." She leaves.
The Doctor watches her leave before looking down at his hands. The tingling is gone. It could be possible he just needed another person's touch. Not just her touch. He smiles and nods. He goes back to the tardis console to fix her up.
Rose's hands were made for his. But The Doctor's were made for others.