Title: You really love him, don't you?
Rating: T
Summary: Alternate for TCI. Rose pays more attention to Mickey's words.
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, this would have happened.
Dedication: To anyone who wished more attention was paid to Mickey's words (that's everyone here, right?)
Author's Note: I've been fantastising about this ever since I saw TCI.
You really love him, don't you?
Rose sat down on the bed, careful not to sit on the Doctor. She just couldn't get Mickey's words put of her head. "You really love him, don't you?"
"Doctor?" she said. "Can you hear me?" The Doctor didn't move. "I dunno, I feel like I'm in a soap opera or something. I can't handle this, and since meeting you I've handled a lot. But seeing you lying here … so helpless … it just doesn't seem right." Tears began to run down Rose's face, dripping on the Doctor's pyjamas. She sniffed and continued.
"I'm sorry for how I reacted before. I was scared. Scared that…" Rose paused.
"Mickey said something earlier. He implied that I … love you. And, well, I didn't deny it. The more I thought about it, the clearer it was. I, I love you Doctor. And I was worried that now you wouldn't be able to love me back. Like we were complete strangers again." Rose began stroking the Doctor's hair.
"But I guess that's the thing. I still hardly know anything about you. And I know there's a lot about you to know. But all the time I stayed with you … I didn't really need to know that stuff. I thought we had a connection on a more spiritual level. Like…" Rose gulped. "Like soulmates." Rose leaned down until she was only a few centimetres from the Doctor's face. "I just hope that no matter what happens, we'll always have something," she whispered. She then brushed her lips against his. She slowly pulled back and opened her eyes, and got a surprise. The Doctor's eyes were open, and he was staring at her.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed. "You're all right!"
"I'm better than all right," said the Doctor, sitting up. "I'm in love." Rose's eyes widened.
"You mean…?" she began.
"Yes," said the Doctor. "I love you too Rose. I've always loved you, and I will always love you." Rose couldn't help but grin. And her grin kept spreading. This was the best moment in her life. The Doctor matched her grin with one of his own. It wasn't as cheeky as the old Doctor's, but it was happy just the same.
"Oh Doctor," she said through tears of joy. "I love you so much!" The Doctor cupped Rose's cheek in his hand and leaned in for a kiss, which Rose returned. It was long and passionate. It was about two people finding something they'd been searching for their whole lives. It became deeper and deeper. Rose stretched herself out on the bed so she was lying on top of the Doctor.
"Get up," ordered the Doctor. Rose did so, a little confused. She then nodded in understanding as the Doctor lifted the doona of the bed up, inviting Rose in. Rose kicked off her shoes and got in, with a smile.
"Now we can continue," he said hungrily. Rose moaned as the Doctor kissed her neck. She undid his pyjama top and traced patterns on his skin.
"No fair," he said. He then did the same with Rose's top. Rose responded by taking hold of the Doctor's pants and slowly slipping them off.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Are the Slitheen from Raxacoricofallipatorius?" Rose said. The Doctor grinned and unzipped Rose's jeans. They then put their arms around each other, feeling the other's skin against their own. They kissed passionately. All the worries of the outside world were forgotten. Just then, Jackie walked into the room.
"Rose? How's he goin-" Jackie stopped dead as she saw the sight before her.
"Oh crap," said Rose. "Er, hi Mum." Jackie opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"You ..him ...bed," she stammered. She then closed her mouth and fainted.
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That's the closest to smut I've ever written. I wrote this while watching the cricket (to any Poms out there, we're kicking your arse!).
This was going to be a one-shot, but I've kinda left it open for more. If you want more, tell me so.