A Beautiful Start
Author Note: Alright, I just want to point out that this is not a normal fan fiction. This is actually the work of me and my friend, Amanda, who are RPing this out. This is a work of RP, so that's why there is not one POV, but two, and it jumps back and forth. I have tried switching it a bit to try to look more like a story then a RP, but some parts are just obvious. This is a long chapter, and more long chapters are to come. Enjoy!
The meta-crises Doctor watched Rose as she ran forward towards the TARDIS. For a sickening moment, he thought she would try to get on the TARDIS, but he supposed she stopped because she realized she wouldn't be able to come back, and her mother was here. He walked forward and took her hand in his, staring at the spot where the TARDIS had only been moments ago before looking at her, only to see her look at him. He glanced back ahead before taking a deep breath and letting it out.
"Well, that's that I suppose. Wish he left me a sonic screwdriver at least, but I'm sure I can make my own," ten-two said.
Rose looked up at him, the wind catching her hair as she studied him. Her hand gripped his tightly as she looked into his eyes. "You can…with help you can make it," she said, her voice gentle.
He looked back down at her and gave her his best, full out smile, the one he knew she loved. "Yes, with help. I always need someone don't I?" he asked, an eyebrow quirked up.
She returned the smile, her heart melting seeing him smile. She had always loved seeing him smile. "Nothing wrong with a little help now and then," she whispered softly.
He looked behind them, seeing Jackie shivering. "We better get your mom inside, she looks cold."
Rose looked to her mother, than back at him. "Yeah, I keep telling her not to worry.."
"Are you okay, Rose?" he asked, looking at her with concern. She seemed a bit off.
"Yes, I am. I feel…complete," she said, looking up to him.
"Good! So, where are you guys staying?" he asked, smiling.
"Just over there," she said, pointing to the little quaint house, "How about you? Are you okay?"
He looked over where she pointed. "I remember us talking about living together and settling down…who would have thought…"
"Yeah, we always spoke about it. I never thought it would come true."
"I'm glad it has…although I'm going to miss us traveling together. I'm going to miss the TARDIS…but I have you, and that's good enough."
"We can still travel places…but it will be different. Having you is all I want and need," she said, making him smile. He took her chin, tilting it up gently and kissed her. She felt her heart skip a beat as she returned the kiss. All too soon, he broke it and squeezed her hand. "Let's go home," he whispered as he turned to Jackie. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, of course I'm ready," Jack said, smiling as she lead the way with them.
As he walked with them, he realized he was going to need a name. He couldn't live a human life without a human name. "John Smith…yes, that will do," he said to himself, not even realizing he said it out loud.
"Hm? Who's John Smith?" Rose asked.
"Huh? Oh, did I say that out loud? Hmmm, I was just thinking about a name for me. John Smith should do."
"Yeah, you did," Rose said, smiling, "Sounds perfect, sweetheart."
John's heart skipped as he heard her call him sweetheart and feelings that he never had before consumed him. "Strange…being human comes with so many different feelings."
"You'll experience a lot of emotions," Rose said.
"Hmm," he said, looking around. As he walked he was lost in thought about all the things they did, all his past lives and adventures. Jackie finally got them home as Rose studied John, looking lost as she escorted him inside.
John blinked as his head cleared and he found himself in an apartment. "Well, that was weird."
"What was weird, sweetheart?" she said.
"I suppose I...lost myself in thought, as you humans call it."
"Yeah, we have many words for it. Daydreaming, I like to call it," Rose said, smiling.
"Yes…daydreaming seems to work. So, this is your place, huh?"
"Yeah, this is my place," she nodded.
"It's nice," he said, smiling before sitting on the couch, unsure of what he should do.
"Just relax and make yourself at home," she smiled as she kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch with him, her feet under her as she relaxed.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He reached out and took Rose's hand in his own. "It's so quiet," he whispered.
"Yeah, mum usually has the TV on quite loud. It makes a change. She's left us alone for a bit...well, tonight she usually goes out." She said, gently rubbing his fingers with her thumb.
"I was meaning inside my head. I can't see everything anymore," he said, giving a small chuckle.
"Oh…right," she blushed, "that's a first," she giggled playfully.
He grinned and then did something he never seemed to have an impulse to do before. He tickled her. She giggled as she couldn't move from his grip. Her laugh, so sweet and infectious as she tried to tickle him back. He laughed also, and jumped as she found tickling spots he didn't even know he had. He stopped as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stopping herself from laughing as she looked to him above her.
"You know, we were so busy running, we hardly had a chance to do this," he said.
"We never had the chance to. You are right…all the running…we never had the chance to slow down."
"But now we do…"
"Plenty of time to settle down and be together," she said.
"Yes, exactly."
"It's perfect…you are perfect," she whispered softly.
John was feeling something he never felt before and he didn't know what to do. "What do I do? So much…emotion."
"You go with what your mind and heart tells you. What is your heart telling you now?" she asked him. John could feel his heart race. He wanted to kiss her and explore her, but no…that can't be right. He flushed and was at a loss for words.
"John, sweetheart, it's alright. Do you want me to show you first?" she asked him, seeing him blush. Show him? What was that supposed to mean? 'You know exactly what that means,' a voice inside his head told him. He nodded slowly.
She switched positions so John was on the bottom as she straddled him. She leant down and kissed him deeply, allowing her hands to wander his body. He kissed her back and when he realized how deep it was, a surge of…of what? Electricity? Oh It felt like it. It went straight down to his groin. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back just as deeply, his hands copying hers. Her lips locked with his, a soft, gentle moan came from her as she felt his hands against her body. Slowly, she began to unbutton his shirt, teasingly brushing against his crotch.
He could feel his heart beating faster and his breath come quicker. Yes, this is what he was trying to do. There was a word for it. Sex, yes, but it was something more. Making love…that was it. "Oh…" he gasped, feeling her brush against his groin, which was growing in size. His hands slid up her sides and started undoing her shirt as well.
He looked into her eyes and saw a look he had never seen before, but it turned him on even more. He slid off her shirt, undoing her bra shortly after. When her lips reached his neck, his eyes went wide. "Oh…my…sensitive spot!" he moaned, his eyes flying open. His hands found her breasts. He wasn't sure what to do with them, so he just massaged them. Sure he had been a father and even a grandfather, but it had been far too long and he was nervous.
A moan passed her lips, soon followed by another and another, feeling him massage her breasts as she continued to kiss his neck, inflicting a small love bite as her hand trailed down to his trousers. Hearing his moans were like music to her ears. He was fully hard, her moans driving him crazy. Her lips were heaven as she kissed his neck. He took his hands on her sides, deciding he had the idea now and wanted to take charge. He flipped her over on her back and smiled down at her. "My turn," he said, before kissing her neck, his tongue running up to her earlobe. "Rose Tyler…I love you."
Rose gasped, hearing the three words she had longed to hear him say. "John smith…I…I love you...I love you!" she spoke through her moans, her fingers running through his soft, brown hair. He moaned as he bit her neck gently. He was so turned on. He had never felt this way before and he loved it. He kissed down her neck and down to her chest. He kissed her breast before taking her nipple in his mouth. His member was starting to ache. He needed some friction. He grinded himself against her, groaning at the feeling.
"Ohh John…John…" her moans were sensual and more frequent. The feeling was amazing. She parted her legs, feeling him brush against her. "Ohh baby…"
John kissed down her chest, to her stomach and stopped when he reached her pants. Being a half-time Lord, his sense were still heightened slightly, so he could smell her sex, her wetness. It was driving him crazy. He sat up and quickly undid his pants, taking them off. Oh that felt much better. He then slowly undid Rose's pants, sliding them off and leaving her in her panties. The smell was intoxicating. "Oh Rose, you are perfect. My perfect pink and yellow Rose."
"John…" her voice begged for him, "John…" she whimpered once again, watching him and seeing him naked as her heart raced. It drove her wild. "Ohh god…John, your…perfect…I want you," she whispered, biting her lip as she became even wetter.
He spread her legs wider, planting soft kisses on her inner thighs, working up to her wetness. Once there, he slipped his tongue out and tasted it. Oh, it was heaven. He moaned and licked all the way up to her clit. He wanted her, he wanted to pleasure her, to hear his name over and over again. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her and continued to lick the sweet wetness that came from her. "Oh Rose, you taste so good," he groaned.
"Ohh John! John!" she moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on it, feeling his fingers inside her. "John…God that feels so…so good!" she moaned sensually, continuing to call his name.
He kept at it until he personally couldn't take it anymore. He was going to explode if he didn't get inside her. He kissed back up her body, his breath fast, heart racing. He kissed her deeplyg as he positioned himself at her entrance. He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "Rose Tyler, I make you mine, forever. For as long as we both live, I will love and cherish you." He probably didn't have to say it, but it was embedded into his whole being to say it. The Words every Time-Lord must say before taking their mate. He slowly entered her, moaning as he did so.
"Ohh John…I will love you…cherish you…forever. Forever together…take…oh God John…" she moaned, feeling him enter her, looking up at him, gazing into his eyes. "Ohhh take me…" she begged him.
He stopped once he was all the way in and kissed her gently. He then pulled back out and thrust back in. He moaned, "Oh Rose…you feel amazing…" he said, thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace, looking into her eyes. He was feeling so much emotion, and pleasure. It was unlike anything he had felt before. She returned his gentle kiss. She was loving every minute of this. Her moans increased and became more and more passionate, feeling her heart race and beat against her chest. She had never experienced anything so sensual.
He quickened his pace as he felt himself get closer to the end. "Oh God Rose…" he moaned as he thrusted into her deeper and faster.
"John…John! Don't stop…" she begged as she was reaching her climax, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Oh Rose…yes!" he pounded in her as hard and fast as he could. "Oh Rose, I'm going to explode!"
"Come for me John…Ohh God come for me!" she begged him, panting heavily.
"OH ROSE!" he screamed out as he thrust once more and stilled, his eyes wide as he rode his orgasm.
"JOHN!" she screamed, digging her nails into his back, panting sensually. "Ohh darling…" she reopened her eyes, looking at him.
He collapsed beside her afterwards, his breathing heavy. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled. "That was…amazing. You are amazing, Rose. I love you."
"You…are fantastic…John Smith…I love you too," she said.
He kissed her shoulder, smiling gently, "Shall we wash up?"
"Yeah, then I'll show you the bedroom," Rose smiled, cuddling into him for a little longer.
"Yes, I suppose the couch in the living room probably isn't the most romantic place to do it," he chuckled.
"There's worse places…it's romantic by the fire though," she said, giggling.
"Mmm, I'll have to keep that in mind. Just as long as all body parts stay out of the flame, " he said. He slipped out of her slowly with a groan before standing up, offering his hand. "Oi! Your mom sits on this couch!" he said before laughing.
Taking his hand, she stood up, giving him a smirk. "I won't tell her if you won't. And don't worry, no body parts won't enter the fire," she said, reaching up and kissing his cheek.
"My lips are sealed. So, where is this bedroom of yours?"
"Follow me," she said, taking his hand and escorting him upstairs.
He followed her upstairs and into the bathroom. He started the shower, making sure it was nice and hot. He looked at himself in the mirror before stepping into the shower.
"You have scratch marks on your back," she smirked, "Fresh towels are on the side. Do you need anything else sweetheart?"
"Yes, I felt you scratch my back. It felt good," he grinned, winking at her, "Aren't you going to join me?"
"Oh, I'd love to," she said, closing the door and stepping into the shower with him.
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. "You know…you scared me earlier today."
"I did? How?" she said softly, looking up at him, placing her hands in his.
He paused for a moment, thinking of how to word it. "When you broke the kiss and ran after the TARDIS…I thought you would actually go all the way, and I would never see you again."
She turned to face him, shaking her head quickly. "No…God no…" she said softly, touching his cheek," I thought he would have at least spoke to me…he made it clear. I have you John, that's all I ever asked for. You're all I need now," she admitted to him as she looked into his eyes," John Smith, I love you with all of my heart and soul. You can't get rid of me that easily."
He beamed, picking her up and spinning her around. "Fantastic!" She held on to him as she smiled and giggled happily. "I'm all yours," she said, with a bright smile.
He put her down gently, kissing her forehead. "And I'm yours." He washed them both up and got out of the shower, drying them off. "Oi, I just realized…I have no clothes. Really? He could have at least packed me a suitcase. Half of that he doesn't even wear!"
"Yeah, he could have. I'll take you shopping. Anyways, he's in the past now. I'll get you the smartest of suits and anything you want," she said, turning off the shower as she remembered the Doctor leaving her, heartbroken by him. It stuck with her as she closed her eyes, the image vivid and clear. Her eyes jolted open, but when she turned to admire John, her anger and her problems melted away. He was all she wanted and no one else.
John couldn't help but be a bit surprised at how well she was taking the change, but he was grateful. He wrapped a towel around his waist. "I hope you have a washer and dryer to wash my clothes and maybe something to wear in the meantime."
"We do, and I'll get you some fresh clothes. The second left is my room. Just wait for me in there. Any preference in what I bring you in?" she asked as she smiled.
"No, I'm not picky. Thank you." He said, winking at her when she confirmed they had a washer and dryer. He walked down the hall and entered her room. He walked around, seeing pictures of her and him on adventures together. Even his past generation. A sadness fell over him. He would try to make the best of it, but he was going to miss the adventures and his hearts…no…heart ached for his TARDIS, which he was completely disconnected from.
Rose smiled, heading down the hall as she went into the spare room and closed the door and let a tear fall from her eyes. "Oh God Rose, get a grip," she muttered as she opened the wardrobe that had folded men's clothes. She pulled out a crisp white shirt and a pair of dark jeans. She closed the wardrobe and got some fresh socks and boxers. She had forgotten about the photos they had taken together. They were precious to her. He was precious to her. A night she recalled away from the adventure was a dress she wore for the Doctor. One he loved her in. The black dress now hidden away in the closet. Amongst the stuff was a small navy box she was going to give to him, but never asked him. She shook the thoughts of the past away. She was happy with John. "Right, I have everything," she said as she went into the bedroom, seeing him gaze at the photos.
He was looking at a picture of him and Rose in front of the TARDIS when Rose walked in. His TARDIS…no…the Doctors. Technically, these men in the pictures weren't even him. These men had two hearts, and could regenerate, and was in another world with some other woman flying the TARDIS. 'Get a grip of yourself, John. You should be thankful cause you're the one that got her, not him.' He smirked to himself before sighing and turning, seeing Rose. He beamed at her. "Clothes! Perfect!"
"Sorry I was long, I wanted to make sure I had everything," she said, smiling gently, "Are you alright, John?" she asked him as she had heard him sigh, "I can take them down if you want me to…if it makes you feel uncomfortable." She looked up at him as she just wanted him to be happy.
"No, they um…I was just thinking about all our adventures…that's all." He got dressed and sat on the bed.
"Yeah, we had so much fun." She sat down and gripped his hand.
"Are you hungry?"
"I am a little hungry. Shall we go out for dinner?"
"Going out sounds fantastic," he said, beaming, "I'll wait in the living room," he said, kissing her cheek and stepping out of the room. He sat down on the couch in the living room, lost in his thoughts. Something was disturbing him. It was like…the more time away from the TARDIS he was, the more it ached.
"Alright," she said, smiling, watching him leave the room as she looked at the selection of dresses she had. She caught a glimpse of the dress as she got dried off. She dropped the towel and slipped on fresh underwear of black lace. 'Wear it…he bought you it, remember? He'll love it,' the voice inside her head spoke. "Alright, I'll w ear it…at least if he hates it I'll get shot of it," she said as she took it off the hanger and slipped it on. She looked at herself in the mirror; it felt strange wearing the dress again. She applied her make-up. She fixed her hair and slipped decent shoes on. She made her way downstairs as she nervously entered the living room, looking at him. "What do you think?" she asked him softly.
John looked up as he heard Rose come down the stairs. He beamed, seeing the dress he had bought her. She was beautiful. Yes, he remembered the dress well. He had bought it for her…well, the other him. Still, it didn't matter, he loved it on her never the less. "You look stunning, Rose!"
"You think?" she said, the same answer she had given before. She could tell something was troubling him. "Something's wrong…I can feel it," she spoke softly as she stepped back a little.
John's smile faded when she stepped back. 'Oh God, no…I can't lose her,' he thought. "Rose, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Is there something wrong? You can tell me you know, John…if…you're not happy," she said. She couldn't lose him as well. It would break her heart if she did. It was her worse ever fear.
His heart pounded. He couldn't tell her, he couldn't lose her. "No, no, of course not. I'm find, Rose. Just hungry, that's all. This human body…needs more food than a full time Lord's, you know. That and more sleep," he said, reaching his hand out to her.
She looked to his hand and then to him before taking it. She still felt he was hiding something from her. "Yeah…let's," she said quietly as she made her way out with him. She could read him like a book. She walked down the path as she began to walk down the street to a local restaurant.
He knew she wasn't buying it. He knew she knew him too well, knew his face, knew when he lied. That's one thing he loved about her. He couldn't keep nothing from her…so why was he trying to hide this from her? 'Because you're scared that if you tell her, she'll leave,' he told himself, 'Tell her…she deserves to know,' his mind rang. But it wasn't that easy. He wasn't sure exactly what this was. He knew that if a bond between a Time Lord and his TARDIS was broken long enough, it would drive the Time Lord insane until they are bonded again, or until death. But he wasn't a Time-Lord…he was half human…what did that mean? He wasn't sure. Before he knew it, they were at the restaurant.
Every single look on his face gave it away. She entered the restaurant and smiled fondly at the waiter. "Hello. Table for two please," she spoke kindly as the waiter escorted them to a private table and left them alone for a while to look at the menu.
John picked up the menu, scanning it over for a bit. He couldn't concentrate. It was growing stronger. It was all he could think about. 'You know what's happening, you have to let her know so she can be prepared,' he told himself. He dropped the menu and looked at her, dead serious. "I know you know something is wrong with me…and I'm sorry…I just…I wasn't sure, and I still am not, but if it is what I think it is, then it won't be long now."
"All I know…all I think it is…goes back to him. It always does. I don't know…I see it in your eyes…you're not happy, and I don't know if it's because of me or him. All I know is…I can't lose you. I'm scared to lose you," she admitted to him, the fear evident in her eyes. She cast her gaze down.
"No…it has nothing to do with HIM. He just has the one thing I need. The TARDIS. When I was created, I was linked with the TARDIS, and our bond is just as strong as the Doctors…but since I'm half Time-Lord…I'm not sure what this means. When…When a Time-Lord is bonded to his TARDIS like the Doctor is…and that bond is broken…it can, and will drive a Time-Lord mad…insane…until he dies…or he's reconnected. Now, I don't know if I'm going to die of insanity since I'm only half Time Lord, but it's all I can think about. The TARDIS…I miss her so much," he said, his gaze wandering, and his mind flashing back to the first time he took it.
"You won't go insane, John," she said, reaching over and touching his hand," I won't let it happen to you. I understand you miss the TARDIS, but the Doctor has it. Isn't there a way to find out what it means for you?" The last thing she wanted was him to end up as insane as The Master.
He took her hand and concentrated on that. "No…I mean, sure, if we had the Doctor, he would…no…what am I saying? I'm the Doctor. I should know…but I don't…why don't I know…cause nothing has happened like this before. That's why…so no…in answer to your question, there is only one way to find out, and that's just to wait and see. Now…what I suspect is that I'll go insane, I'll go through a phase, but….I won't die…because I'm half human. That will keep me alive." He stopped and looked up at the waitress as she came over, "Hello, I'll have a chicken parmesan alfrado with tea."
"I'll have the same, please," Rose said. The waitress wrote it all down, nodded and left. Rose looked back at John, "So, if you do go insane, how do I deal with that? Please tell me that insanity won't end up like The Master's…or will it?" she spoke quietly. She was worried, but she vowed to stay with him no matter what it was. "I will stand by you. I love you. We go through this together."
"I don't know what to tell you. There are not many things I'm frightened of, Rose, but I am frightened of losing you. I might do or say things that I don't mean. You have to understand, I just need the TARDIS. It might hurt, and I don't mean it. I'm telling you that right now. The Doctor was in too much of a hurry to think about all the details…what it might do to me. He said I was dangerous…I committed genocide," John said, closing his eyes, "No, I'm sorry, we shouldn't even be talking about this…this is our first real date together. Let's enjoy it, shall we?"
"You won't lose me, John. I'm here no matter what. You committed genocide? I asked for the truth and your only doing the right thing, John. If you do and say things you don't mean, it's fine…I understand. Please, don't apologize for your honesty," she whispered before nodding. "Yes, let's enjoy it."
"Remember, I was born in battle. I killed thousands of Daleks. I was born in genocide, and that's what makes me dangerous." Rose nodded her head. She remembered being told about the time war. The waitress brought their meal and he thanked her before digging in. 'Think of anything except the TARDIS…anything,' he thought as he chewed. He blinked, trying to clear his mind. "So, tomorrow, shopping for clothes, huh?"
"Yes, shopping. Need to get you a wardrobe," she said, softly, picking up her fork and eating.
He watched her as he ate. He hate quickly. He was needing sleep. He waited for her to finish before leaving the restaurant and walking back home, hand in hand. He chuckled, "Remember when I regenerated into me? You yelled at me to bring the Doctor back, yet I was him," he said, trying to focus on Rose more than the TARDIS. Oh he really needed to sleep.
"Yeah, I was scared because you were glowing orange…and transformed into you. It took me awhile cause you were nearly bouncing off the walls. I was like, what the heck?" she laughed a little, "Then you looked at me. What did you think of me? And be honest," she smirked.
John chuckled, "I thought I had explained myself clear enough, but I guess I didn't. You have to remember that the regeneration went a bit…wrong, so that was also the reason why my behavior was like that."
"A bit wrong? I thought it was really cute…I still do," she smirked.
They reached back to the house. He led her up to her room and laid down on the bed, pulling her beside her. "You are the most amazing woman, Rose Tyler. I love you."
She tumbled on to the bed beside him and wrapped her arms around him. "John Smith, I love you too, and I would do anything for you, my handsome sweetheart."