So…Hello! I suppose this isn't technically my first Doctor Who fanfiction, as I'm in the process of having the first chapter of a multi-chapter one beta'd, but it's my first posted one.
This story will just be a series of one-shots, written from prompts given to me by you lovely readers! Prompts can range from anything such as a word or a song ( In the case of a song, tell me both the title and the artist, especially if it's a cover.) or even a scene that you want me to write. Anything at all, really. Anyway, that's all for now! Hope you enjoy.
Also, I don't own Doctor Who, quite sadly. If I did, then there would be a DoctorxRose kiss while they're both fully aware and/or not a metacrisis.
It wasn't often that Rose's sleep was interrupted on the TARDIS – she had long gotten used to the sounds of tinkering that came from the console room, or the sounds of the Doctor's footsteps echoing around the ship. It was when the TARDIS was completely silent that woke her. The dull, mechanical humming that she now took as silence rang in her ears.
Stumbling from her bed, Rose hissed in surprise as the unusually cold air hit her. She pulled a spare quilt from the end of her bed, wrapping it around herself like a cape as she stumbled out the door.
"Doctor?" Rose called softly as she made her way down the dark hallway. Her toed curled against the cold of the biting floor as she made her way into the console room.
It was dim in there as well, the only light coming in from the open door, and that light was faint and slightly purple. The Doctor sat in the doorway, feet dangling over the side of the blue box.
Rose padded over to him, pulling the other door open and sitting beside him silently, wrapping an edge of the blanket around his shoulders. He made no movement that gave away that he had noticed her presence. His eyes were red as if he'd been upset, looking like those of a small child's - sad and terrified, but with an ancient sort of look to them. A broken sort of look.
Her fingers made small movements beneath the blanket and his jacket, making comforting circles against his back. Rose rested her head against his shoulder, looking out across the brilliant cluster of stars before them.
It may have been hours or seconds before he finally spoke, but whichever it was, it didn't really matter.
"Something wrong, Doctor?" She asked, though she knew there was.
"It's gone, Rose." His voice scratched against his throat, as if the words were resisting. "It's just gone."
Rose didn't say anything at first. "I'm sorry." came her reply, the fact that she was half-asleep evident in her tone, but it was sincere all the same.
"Don't apologize," He replied, still looking out across space. "It's not your fault."
"Not yours either. " He shook his head.
"It was. They're gone because of me." He swallowed, glancing towards her for a moment before looking back at the stars.
Rose stifled a yawn, watching him. "You can't blame yourself forever," she told him.
The Doctor looked at her, shaking his head slowly and sighing. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"Yeah," Rose muttered, yawning. "Couldn't sleep."
"Go back to bed. I'm alright."
"I know. That's why I'm not going anywhere." And he smiled despite himself, wrapping his arms around Rose and pulling her closer.