So, a new story. It's mostly one shots, but there's a sort of coherence going on (I hope). I'm not a huge Rose fan, but I liked her for what she was. I think 9/Rose breaks my heart a little, because of the way he looked at her. It was just tragic. Rose with any Doctor just fits, just like how Amy and Rory fit.
I'll See You Soon
He was a deer caught in the headlights. All he had to do was see that shock of blonde hair and he knew it was her. His eye twitched as he held a steady gaze, watching her. She was rifling through the racks of blouses, obviously bored. She was probably there with Jackie who needed something. She selected a purple shirt, holding it in front of her. She bit her lip and put it back, shaking her head slightly.
This is what he got for listening to the Ponds. Amy had discovered her favourite jumper she had gotten ages ago was ruined. She kept pestering the Doctor, making him head back to the store she bought it from on a trip to London with her aunt.
"Found it!" Amy squealed in the distance, hugging the soft jumper to her chest.
"Great, can we go now?" Rory asked, holding her shopping bag.
Of course, it wasn't just the jumper. Amy insisted on purchasing cosmetics that'd been since discontinued. 'I used to love this when I was thirteen' she had said upon seeing the makeup.
The Doctor did not notice any of this, for he was too busy observing a blonde girl from a distance. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, her jacket too large (obviously handed down, possibly from Jackie), and her jeans ripped. She was shorter than he remembered her, but other than that she looked the same.
He wanted to go introduce himself (though his typical 'Hello, I'm the Doctor' wouldn't work-especially since she'd hear that line a few years down the line). His feet started to move of their own accord, but he stopped himself. He couldn't be messing with her timeline. Bad, bad, Doctor.
He watched as she moved to the jewelry, running her fingers across a few necklaces. One had a simple silver rose pendant, and he could see her smile a little. His mouth went dry as she kept examining the necklaces and bracelets-all very much for teenyboppers or older children.
She got bored of that and went to the graphic tee shirts, reading them intently. She held one up, wrinkling her nose. The shirt read 'Bad Wolf' with a picture of a wolf's head, and the Doctor blanched.
How? Why? How? He wanted to go and snatch the shirt away, examine it and possibly burn it. Before he could do anything, Jackie Tyler strode in, holding a suit in her hand.
"Let's go, Rose," she said.
Rose dropped the shirt back into the pile, following her mother and out of sight.
The Doctor picked up the shirt, tucking it into his bigger on the inside pocket carefully. He fished out five quid from said pocket, and left it in the shirt's place.
Amy and Rory came up to him, ready to go back to the TARDIS.
"What were you doing this whole time?" Amy asked as they walked to the alley next to the shop.
"Nothing, just people watching," he brushed her off. His eyes widened at the amount of bags Rory was carrying.
"Just one jumper, she said," the last centurion deadpanned.
The Doctor clapped Rory on the shoulder. He was a braver man than he was. Rory willingly did domestic, something the Doctor always ran from.
Back in the TARDIS, Amy and Rory went back to their room for Amy to try on all of her purchases (again). The Doctor slowly made his way up the stairs, weary from the day out. Perhaps he looked every bit of his 900 plus years, he didn't know.
He lingered in front of her door. His eyes crinkled. He didn't go in. He couldn't, and he wouldn't. He had memorised the contents of her room, the exact place where everything was, and he refused to go back in there. He reached into his pocket, taking out the shirt. He continued on his way to his room. Once inside, he opened a drawer, dropping the shirt next to an old, weathered journal. He closed it shut roughly before striding out of the room.
Rose Tyler had no idea what her life was going to be like. He had more than idea, and it hurt like hell that she wasn't with him at this very moment. He was a time traveler, so of course he was bound to see her, but it killed him to know she wouldn't recognise him. She might even be with him at some point.
Maybe that was why he didn't want to go, because there was always the chance he'd run into her, and she'd recognise him (thus more likely to run away with him, he wished). He smiled bitterly. There was no way she'd like his strange new face, his awkwardness, and the tweed. She was used to his charming, pretty face. But even still, she had loved his 'daft old face' with blue eyes and too-large features.
The realisation that she might have loved him, even in this incarnation, hurt more than the thought that she'd only love his old self.
He'd see Rose Tyler soon, but she'd never see him again.
To be continued. Hopefully this wasn't awful. I haven't decided how many little one-shots to add to this, but I expect it'd be sort of an on-going story never to be finished since there's always so much one can write with an 11 sees Rose type story.