A/N: I know! It took a while for an update. But so much happens in Ireland, so I had to get it right. It's a long one, however what happens in Ireland pushes the relationship between the Doctor and Rose to the next level. There is some tones of mild drama and 'angst' towards the end of the chapter. I tried to keep it minimalistic, but it's relevant. So please trust me! There is also mild (very mild) swearing in this chapter.
This chapter had to be broken into two parts, so part two will be uploaded in a few days. I would like to thank you all for the support in your kind reviews and being placed on your favorite lists.
As always, Doctor who belongs to the BBC. (I'm still shaking my fist at Steven Moffat regarding the season finale. He had to write the finale the way he did, knowing we have to wait til November to see what happens.)
The doctor could see the rolling hills of Ireland when Rose leaned down and whispered, "Pete would like to speak with you." He stood and turned towards Rose. "I'm already in trouble with your dad eh?"
Rose laughed lightly and swatted his arm, "Nah..Not yet."
The Doctor smirked sarcastically. "Your faith in me is astounding, Rose Tyler!" He raised his hand and cupped Rose's chin. Leaning his head down, he gave her a sweet kiss before walking over to the table where the tablet was laying.
"Doctor! Great to see you!" Pete Tyler greeted as the Doctor picked up the device, and walked over to a private corner where he wouldn't be disturbed.
"Likewise, Pete Tyler! Congrats on you and Jackie by the way!" the Doctor clicked his tongue as he winked. "Didn't get to say anything last time, but here we stand now. Well, meaning I'm actually standing in a Zeppelin. You're probably sitting down somewhere," the Doctor rambled on about how he probably should have said 'here we are' instead of 'here we stand'.
Pete Tyler sighed as he continually tried to get a word in. Yet was failing as he really did not want to be rude to the man who saved the day and his family.
"Doctor!" Pete finally shouted as he rubbed his temples. He wanted to speak to the Doctor privately before they landed. It worked as it got the Doctor's attention, however also earned him a perplexed look. "No need to shout, Pete. I'm right here."
Pete blew out a long stream of air as he considered that this could become a rather trying conversation. He liked the man. And as Rose's father, he would happily give his blessing to Rose and the Doctor being together. However sometimes the man had a gob on him, and it was one that could easily run away from him. "I wanted to check in with you on how you are doing. From what Jackie has told me, this can't be easy on you, Doctor."
The Doctor gave a small nod in answer along with a verbal agreement that there were a few things he was trying to wrap his head around.
"I want you to know, Doctor, that my home is open to you and Rose for as long as you both need. I'm sure you both however, will be wanting to find your own place right quick." Pete gave the Doctor a knowing wink. He was sure if Jackie had come up behind the Doctor, he would have been chastised at the insinuation that Rose and the Doctor were itching to dance.
But what he saw in the Doctor's eyes mirrored the same feelings Pete had once Jackie and Rose joined him in this universe. He knew it wasn't solely a look of lust or desire to get in Rose's knickers. It was a look of pure love for a Tyler woman. And once you teetered over that cliff, you fell hard and fast before you even knew you were at the edge.
He had started immediately the process of putting Jackie and Rose in his life officially. He and Jackie were married mere weeks after they arrived, they had felt that they were just right for each other. Something he could bet that the Doctor would aim for. Him and Rose were apart for too long, and he was sure that the Doctor was going to not waste any time with Rose.
The Doctor swallowed as he gave Pete an incredulous look. He had caught the exact meaning, but he was shocked that it was coming from Pete of all people. Weren't human fathers supposed to be all threatening and protective when it came to their daughters? While the Doctor was sure that Pete Tyler was a force to be reckoned with if it involved Rose, maybe this was Pete's way of signaling his approval of him and Rose. This gave him hope for something he wanted to talk with Pete about later.
Plus the Doctor did want to be alone with his Rose. It had been so long since it was just them two, and he craved their private moments like they were air in his lungs. Whether it was in the TARDIS console room, on a couch watching a movie or reading. They were meant to be together.
But then something broke into that train of thought. Pete mentioned they both could stay at the Tyler residence. He had assumed that Rose had a flat of her own, and they would adjourn there. "I'm sorry, Pete. You mean Rose has been living with you and Jackie for the past three years?"
"She lived with us for the first year. Mainly to help Jackie around the house and try to adjust. It wasn't easy on her, Doctor. Jackie adjusted quicker than Rose did. Then after we returned from Norway, she went through a right funk before she started to devise the dimension cannon project. Then she did have a flat closer to Canary Wharf, not that she spent much time there."
The Doctor's face scrunched up in further confusion as he wasn't putting it together. "So why wouldn't we be going back to that flat then?" He panicked for a moment, voicing his concerns that Rose or Jackie thought him as dangerous as his counter-part had made him out to be. "Tell me honestly, Pete. Is Jackie afraid of Rose being alone with me?"
Pete shook his head as he replied, "No, Doctor. Even if we thought you were somewhat dangerous, Rose can definitely hold her own. I've seen her take down men bigger than you in defense. However to answer your question, Rose did not intend to return to this universe. The whole point of the cannon was to get her back to your side. Where she belongs, Doctor."
"So why wouldn't we be going back to Rose's flat then?"
"Doctor, Rose did not plan on returning to this universe," Pete said slower as he gave the Doctor a pointed look. "However, now that things are as they are. We have some work to do when you all arrive and settle in."
The Doctor froze as he finally realized what Pete was saying. Rose was going put her money where her mouth was. She was really willing to spend the rest of her life with him, and to do that would mean a sacrifice of a life with her parents. It finally seemed to the Doctor that for once, fate and the universe were being kind to them both for once. Maybe even repaying them for their good deeds.
It was in this moment that he realized that if Rose was going to put her trust in him and stay — as he recalled vowing that she wouldn't be like the rest — then he should trust her that this would be okay.
He knew what the 'no aging' thing meant to him. One lifetime, and only one chance to make it a good one. He wasn't going to waste time worrying about holding his heart back. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he was going to go for it. His full Time Lord self had given them this gift. The chance to have what the idiot was denying himself, because he feared the day he would have to say that final goodbye.
"Doctor? You still there, Doctor? Blimey, is this thing frozen again?" Pete Tyler tapped the side of his laptop in his office. The face on the screen seemed to zone out for a moment.
"Yeah, Pete. I'm still here, sorry bout that." the Doctor gave a half smile as he had slid down the wall and was holding the tablet against his knees. "Mind repeating that?"
"I know you don't have anything except what is in your pockets, Doctor. So I took the liberty of sending one of my personal bank cards for your use. Get yourself some clothing and whatever you need. Hell, even use it to take Rose on a day trip or something. She could use it, Doctor. I've already told Rose and Jackie to do the same since you'll be in Ireland for a day or so. George has been instructed to find a cashpoint upon landing to get some spending money for you lot."
The Doctor swallowed as he almost dropped the tablet in shock. "Pete, you don't have to. I don't know when I'd ever be able to repay you. I don't like being in debt to someone."
Pete shook his head as he waved an dismissive hand. "You owe me nothing, Doctor. If anything, I owe you much more. You gave me back my life when Jackie and Rose came into it. You saved us from Cybermen and who knows what else. All this without ever asking for anything in return. So please, let me do this for you, Doctor. Let me help you adjust and get yourself on your feet. It's just sitting in the accounts, so I think this would be a good use to it."
"Well thank you, Pete. If I need it, I will take you up on it." the Doctor promised to at least keep it in consideration, as he was always used to making his own way. However with no psychic paper to talk his way into anything, he would probably have to accept the help that he knew Pete was genuinely offering to him.
Pete nodded and left it at that. He could only guess how the Doctor was feeling right now, and he wanted to help make things easier for the bloke. This was the man that Rose was choosing as her partner, and Pete wanted to be sure he helped where he could.
Pete was about to say his goodbyes when the Doctor visibly swallowed and opened his mouth. "There is one more thing, Pete. I – well, I mean to say –" the Doctor stammered as he tried to muster up the courage to say what had come to the forefront of his mind.
Pete leaned in as he watched the Doctor rub a hand to his forehead as he inhaled deeply. "I would like to state my intent to join with your daughter, Pete." the Doctor then exhaled the breath he was holding. He really did not know how normal humans did this with such ease. He had done this before, centuries ago mind you. Was even on the receiving end of the statement once. But back then it was merely a formality. A sign of respect to the father, as these things were arranged between families.
Pete raised an eyebrow as he rested his cheek against his fingers. "Did he just?" Pete wondered as he responded, "Are you... Are you asking for my consent to be with Rose, Doctor?" Pete scratched his cheek. "I don't come off as old fashioned do I?"
The Doctor paused as he remembered this was a different scenario than on Gallifrey. "On my planet, one of the first stages of Gallifreyan mating rituals was for the man to state his intentions to the woman's father. To put it in human terms, Pete. I'm stating my intentions to make Rose my mate according to Gallifreyan and Galactic Law. Will you publicly consent to this when the time comes, Pete?"
Pete chuckled as he looked at the man in amazement. "Bit quick aren't you, Doctor? You said Gallifreyan and Galactic Law. I thought your planet was no more? Will this be binding on an earth standpoint?"
"My planet is no more, you are correct there, Pete," the Doctor replied mournfully. He hung his head for a moment before lifting it to continue. "It's more a point of honoring my heritage than worrying about a bunch of stuffy Time Lords arguing if my marriage to Rose would be legit. And it would be recognized on any planet or system that is governed by the Shadow Proclamation. It's a way to keep her safe when we eventually get back to the stars. Finally, it would not be a legal binding act by earth laws. We would need to conduct a human ceremony according to your customs."
Pete raised an eyebrow as he considered what the Doctor was saying. He wasn't versed in Galactic Law, nor did he even know what a 'Shadow Proclamation' was. But he understood why the Doctor was coming to him and he couldn't see any reason to reject him.
"How does Rose feel about this, Doctor?"
The Doctor drew in a sharp breath as he didn't know how Pete would receive his response. "Rose actually doesn't know about this yet, Pete. Normally back home, matings were arranged and all this was a traditional formality."
Pete raised an eyebrow as he carefully formed his response. "Okay, this is what I say on the matter, Doctor. Privately between us, you have my consent and blessing. However, I will not give any sort of public consent or blessing until you speak with Rose and I hear her assent from her own lips."
The Doctor grinned as he readily agreed to Pete's terms. They were more than fair and he had already planned to broach it with Rose. He just needed to state his intent to Pete.
"One more thing, Pete and then I swear that's all for now." the Doctor did feel guilty for taking up the man's time. But with Pete assuring him that there was no issue as Tony was currently napping and he had no pressing business to attend to, the Doctor continued. "Your assistant George, what's the deal with him. He reminds me of someone I ran into in the other universe, and not in a good way mind you. Plus he seems to have his eyes glued to Rose."
Pete groaned as he asked what George was up to now. All this wasn't new to Pete. However, Pete wasn't the sort of man to just sack someone based on hearsay. No matter how much Jackie harped on him about George. The Doctor had replied that he hasn't done anything major, just kept trying to get under Jackie's skin. Plus his oogling of Rose, which was something that Pete had noticed.
He tried to tell the man that it was a lost cause. That Rose's heart belonged with someone else, even if that person could never be there physically. But George wouldn't listen, so Pete now knew that he was about to find out the hard way. Honestly he hoped it would knock George down a peg...or...three.
"Just that he comes from a long prideful Connolly line, Doctor. Rather pompous family, especially with the men. He's really only mentioned his grandfather Edward. Who served in World War II, yes we had a World War II here as well, Doctor," Pete explained to a surprised Doctor.
"He has a father named Thomas and an aunt named Renee. Though he does not mention the women of his family much, which I always thought odd. Grandmother was called Rita, I think. I forget his mother's name. His grandfather and father seemed to come off as rather xenophobic actually. Particularly about aliens from other planets." Pete shook his head as he rattled off what he's been told or what he dug up when he hired George.
"Why do you ask, Doctor? Is there something I should know?"
The Doctor shook his head as his face fell. George did seem familiar, in that he saw the exact same mannerisms in that bloke Edward in the other universe. Although, sadly it seems he was catching a glimpse of what would have happened if he and Rose never helped Tommy and his family.
"No threat that I can see yet, Pete. That's all I needed Pete. I'll hand you back to Jackie now if you want." The Doctor stood up and stretched as he said his farewells and walked back towards a rather irritated Jackie.
The Doctor came up to Jackie's side quietly and gently tapped her arm to hand her the tablet. Pete had asked him to tell Jackie he'd be right back as he wanted to check on Tony. He looked over the scene as Jackie took the tablet to wait for Pete to return. "Jackie, what's going on?"
He did not see at that particular moment, a very cross Rose trying to deter a rather determined George.
"Right after you went to go talk to Pete, he swooped right in on Rose." Jackie motioned to the seats as the Doctor heard Rose's voice rise slightly.
"How many languages do I have to say 'Not Interested' in George? Because I can have the Doctor teach me some more if it will get you off my tail!"
The Doctor looked to Jackie as he took a deep breath. "Has he been bothering her, Jackie? Pete told me about his pursuit of Rose. And why are you standing over here anyways?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow as that wasn't like Jackie to leave Rose alone with a bloke like George.
Jackie told him about how before Rose started to make significant headway on the cannon, George tried to get her to go out with him. Rose had of course turned him down, however once it was clear that the cannon was going to succeed, George had ramped up his efforts.
"So Rose and I were just sitting there, talking about where we wanted to go shopping after we landed. Then George came sauntering up saying he needed to speak with Rose. Not caring that he interrupted a conversation." Jackie had crossed her arms and huffed. "Then when Rose and I continued talking saying George can wait, he told me to get lost! That what he needed to speak with Rose on was more important than whatever we were nattering on bout. So I decided to stand here as I wasn't going to let the idiot drag me down to his level and then wallop me with experience."
The Doctor snorted as he walked closer to the seats and saw Rose stand hurriedly. George had stood as well not finished with the conversation. "I'm still talking to you!"
Rose gritted her teeth as she moved her arm back as he made a move to grab it. "Don't care! Do you honestly think I'm going to continue to listen to your drivel after what you just said about him! Who are YOU to say who is rubbish or disgusting? The Doctor has done more for every person he has ever met than anyone else would have cared to. And you dare to compare yourself to him, and even suggest you are better than him?"
The Doctor clenched his fists when he heard Rose mention what was said about him. Oh he was proud of his Rose for standing up to George, but this was now a plain insult to the Doctor.
The Doctor and Jackie grabbed on to each other as the Zeppelin gave a small shake as it hit an air current. After making sure Jackie was still upright, his head shot to the left as he heard a shriek and a smack. "Get your hands off of me, George!"
"Come on, Rose! You liked my hands on you before luv! Feel the difference and tell me you still want the alien over there." George tightened his hold on Rose. When the Zeppelin gave a small shake, he had taken his opportunity to grab a hold of Rose.
Rose's eyes narrowed and her voice went dangerously low as she brought her hands up giving George a forceful push against his chest. "Piss off, George! LET GO!"
"Rose asked you to let go of her, George. I'm only going to tell you once to comply with her request, otherwise you are going to deal with me."
The Doctor had enough. Firstly, some other man other than himself had his hands on Rose below her shoulders. Secondly, Rose clearly did not want this man near her. Finally, he was not respecting her wishes to leave her alone. The Doctor knew Rose could handle her own, but this went to far and he decided to step in. He had put his hand firmly on George's shoulder and pulled him away from Rose. Not as forcefully as he would have liked, but enough to get the message across.
George let go of Rose and shook off the Doctor's hand from his shoulder. He then watched as the Doctor placed his arms around Rose and pulled her into him. His plan didn't go exactly how he had anticipated. He was sure however that maybe, he had started to plant some seeds of doubt into Rose's mind. Now he just had to nurture them, and watch them push the Doctor out of Rose's life.
George's thoughts were paused as the speaker system buzzed on and the pilot announced that he was starting his landing protocol. He straightened his tie and suit jacket as he scowled and walked back to his seat. Rose, Jackie and the Doctor had already sat themselves down and the Doctor was checking Rose over.
"Did he hurt you, Rose?" The Doctor looked over her as Rose shook her head.
"No, I'm alright, Doctor." Rose curled into the Doctor's side as he slid an arm around her shoulders. All three of them looked out the window as the hills and valleys of Ireland came closer into view. As they started to land, the Doctor started to tell Rose about what he just learned about George and his family.
"You're kidding!" Rose's eyebrows shot up as her fingers interlaced with the Doctor's. "Well I would have never guessed it, Doctor. A shame too, that boy Tommy was so sweet!"
Jackie gave them a confused look asking them what they were going on about. The Doctor and Rose quickly told them the story about when they landed in 1953. Jackie's eyebrows raised when they then told her about how people's faces were being wiped clean off.
"In the other universe, Rita sent Edward packing after their son Tommy stood up to Edward. Thus Edward never got to influence Tommy's upbringing. However in this parallel universe, Rita never had cause or the bottle to kick Edward out." the Doctor tugged on his ear as he recalled watching the man walk down the street. "So in this universe, Tommy learned that mimicking Edward's behavior towards others is appropriate. Then the cycle continued with George." the Doctor sniffed as he glanced towards George before turning back to Jackie. "Doesn't excuse his behavior though. Grown man should know better."
Rose sat back as she watched the Doctor and Jackie talk more about George, and it all but helped increase their dislike of him. Well, maybe pity him slightly. She wondered about some of their other adventures before being separated. The Doctor had said that there were dozens of parallel universes, and they were all different. Something that occurs in one universe, could have a completely different outcome in another. Perhaps when they finally got to travel the stars, who knew what they would find.
Either way, she knew it was going to be fantastic.
Ten Minutes later, everyone was up and out of their seats as the Zeppelin landed. The pilot came out of the cockpit to open the door. Rose and the Doctor grinned at each other like it was Christmas morning. They were about to embark on an adventure in a new beginning. They barely heard Jackie asking the pilot if he had made arrangements for himself during their delay. To which the pilot had replied that he was going to stay with the Zeppelin.
Rose and the Doctor came forward with the rest of the group as the door opened. The Doctor put his hand over his eyes for a moment as the sunlight temporarily blinded him. After a moment he blinked then looked to Rose with his trademark grin.
"Allons-y, Rose Tyler!" He took her hand and pulled her down the stairs of the Zeppelin into the fresh afternoon air.
Jackie came down behind them smiling as she heard Rose give a whoop as they danced across the tarmac. This was the Rose Tyler she remembered. The Rose Tyler she was more than happy to have back.
The Doctor took deep breaths of air and spun Rose around pulling her back close against his chest. "Smell that clean fresh air, Rose!"
Rose smiled as she leaned against the Doctor's chest, and pulled his arms around her as if he were a safety blanket. Her thoughts briefly flipped to George as she watched him exit the aircraft. After his antics on the Zeppelin, she didn't completely trust him. She wanted to make it clear through her actions that the man who had his arms around her was the man she wanted.
She felt his chest rumble as he was energetically pointing out various things. Pushing George out of her thoughts, she laughed with the Doctor as he pointed out the line of ducks waddling and quacking across the tarmac. They laughed even harder when they spotted the poor schmuck who was trying to round them off the tarmac.
Rose almost died of laughter when the Doctor took off yelling, "Let me help ya, mate! I speak Duck!"
Jackie and Rose were howling while holding onto each other as they watched as the Doctor tried to keep hold of a squawking, flapping duck. All while yelling how the babies follow the mother. He put the fully grown duck onto the grass, still quacking at the duck as he helped shoo the ducklings onto the grass.
They heard the Doctor yell at the duck as he started his way back to join them, "Yeah?! So's the same to your mum, you bitey lump of poultry!"
The Doctor was rubbing the spot on his hand where the Mallard Duck had bit him. As he bounced back up to them, Jackie and Rose were trying to compose themselves.
"What's so funny?"
Rose burst into another set of giggles as he looked at her in a perplexed manner. A memory of her and Sarah Jane in a classroom laughing at the Doctor flashed by as she wiped the few tears that welled up from laughing so hard. She took a few deep breaths as Jackie started fussing over his hand. Jackie pointed towards the small building across the tarmac telling him to go wash his hands.
George walked by with his bag in hand giving them a stern look. He wagged a finger at them as if it meant anything to them as he said, "If you two are finished looking like fools. I would like to adjourn inside."
George turned on the spot and walked proudly and slightly stiffly towards the building. Jackie and Rose looked at each other, and mimicked his walking as they trailed behind him. They paused as he turned to look at them. When he turned back around to continue walking, they snorted as they walked normally.
The Doctor and George were waiting for them inside the building as they went to find the information desk.
Coming up to the giant desk, they heard the two women talking and laughing. "You missed it, Karen! Troy was just telling me about some nutter in a blue suit who said he could speak Duck." The red-head who was not Karen kept rattling on as Karen swatted her arm telling her to shut it. She had spotted the so called nutter sauntering up to the desk with a party of travelers.
The Doctor knew they were talking about him, but it really didn't faze him. He was in an extremely good mood today, so he casually leaned against the desk and winked. "I do indeed speak Duck ladies. I also speak Horse, Baby, Lizard, Russian, French, Klingon, Sycor–"
Rose rolled her eyes and clapped a hand on the Doctor's mouth as he continued rattling off his list of languages. "Hello! We are from the Zeppelin that just landed outside." She smiled at Karen as she kept her hand firmly on the Doctor's mouth.
The Doctor's eyebrows scrunched together as he looked down at Rose's hand clamped over his mouth. He didn't see what the issue was, he was rather fluent in many different languages. "That was rude, Rose Tyler!" his exclamation came out muffled behind her hand.
A mischievous glint then flashed in his eyes as he nonchalantly parted his lips and licked her hand. He saw Rose jump slightly and pull her hand away. The Doctor scrunched his face as he sputtered. "You really shouldn't use that lotion on your skin, Rose. I've identified about three separate oils that–" Rose's hand flew back up to his mouth. After making sure Jackie was okay with taking over the arrival check in at the desk, she took the Doctor to the side.
"–are no good for your skin's PH balance," the Doctor finished saying with a cheeky grin.
Rose sighed and knew he was just being his manic self, but he needed to understand that some things are best left unsaid. "Doctor, they have no idea what you are talking about. They are just desk girls, they don't understand that you can speak to animals. They looked like they were about to call the nutter farm on you."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow as he countered that he was just trying to show off his brilliance. To which Rose replied that it was nice, but not everyone gets what he was saying. Rose then grinned as her tongue slid between her teeth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Saying that she didn't want some other woman to get enamored with his brilliant self.
The Doctor gave a low sound as his arms wrapped firmly around Rose's waist and brought his lips to hers for a kiss.
Jackie cleared her throat as she came up to the couple. "Right, first order of business is clothing. We need a few things until we get home."
"You, Doctor." Jackie pointed a well manicured finger at the Doctor. "Need clothing more than anything. We can get you a full wardrobe when we get to London. So you will go with George and pick out a few things. Rose and I will meet you at the place we're staying."
The Doctor let out a small ehhhhhh as he looked at Jackie. "Do I really have to? I like my blue suit!"
"You can't wear that all the time you plum! You need other outfits to change into each day." Jackie shooed them off as she took Rose's arm towards the waiting cab. Turning around she shouted, "Don't forget a toothbrush! Morning breath isn't romantic!"
"No. No. That won't do. Who likes peppermint anyways?" the Doctor flipped through the rack of toothbrushes. At the base of the rack, was a growing pile of packages that had been flicked off the rack as the Doctor rooted through the selection. "They have spearmint... but no Venusian spearmint. What proper store doesn't have Venusian spearmint?"
"I don't know, just pick one already!" George's patience was nil to none by now. They had been standing in the aisle for 10 minutes while the Doctor compared and critiqued brands of toothpaste and toothbrushes.
"No banana flavored toothpaste... no toothbrushes with Venusian spearmint. This is a rubbish store, George!" the Doctor pointed the packaged dark blue toothbrush at George, before dropping it into the basket with the other toiletries that George suggested for him.
Wandering into the hair care aisle, the Doctor gave a 'oh yes' when he spotted the tub of hair wax and plunked it into his basket. "Just like the kind I had in the TARDIS!"
Twenty minutes later, the Doctor and George stepped out of the shop and began the trek back to the car that was hired for their use in Ireland. "So, Doctor, tell me. What do you plan to do now that you are over here?"
The Doctor sniffed as he thought about it. Swinging his bags at his side, he shrugged. "Dunno actually. I have to talk to Pete about what I would need to find a proper job. Well, a proper job until the TARDIS is grown that is. Maybe I'll teach, I've enjoyed teaching the few times I've done it."
George looked at the man in surprise. He had heard of this man's sheer brilliance and wit. He could be head of a company, have any government position he could want. Yet he wanted to stay in a humble position. "That's all well and dandy, Doctor. But is being a simple school teacher going to allow you to keep Rose in the way of life she is accustomed to now?"
The Doctor paused and turned to look at George. "Are you trying to wind me up or something, George? Are we talking about the same Rose Tyler?"
George smirked as he folded his hands behind him in the fashion that he always saw his grandfather and father do. "I only know one Rose Tyler, Doctor. She's been here for three years now. Bet she got pretty comfortable having all her needs and whims supplied by Pete."
The Doctor's eyebrows rose in amusement as he tried to bite back a laugh. He knew exactly what George Connolly was trying to do. He had to give him fair due, despite it being a botched up attempt at it. "You apparently know bugger all about Rose Tyler. First off, get your head out of the 1950's. A woman doesn't need to be 'kept'. In fact, if I ever tried to 'keep' Rose Tyler; I'd get a world famous Tyler slap, and my ears wouldn't stop ringing for a week."
The Doctor was laughing by now as he continued to poke holes in George's theory. "Secondly, do you even know what Rose Tyler did for a living before I met her?" George shook his head and the Doctor pointed to himself as he spoke, "She worked in a shop. Well, before I blew it up. But that's a different story for another day."
George was surprised, he had seen Rose Tyler over the past three years since she appeared out of nowhere. Nothing about her ever screamed 'I work in a shop'.
The Doctor's ecstatic tone turned serious as he poked a finger into George's chest. "Rose Tyler was a simple shop girl when she saved my life and lives of countless people from the Nestene Consciousness. Jackie Tyler raised her to be compassionate and humble. To see the good in all. To fight against injustice when she witnesses or even hears about it. She fought by my side and helped me to see the good in the universe."
The Doctor dropped his finger as his eyes continued to bore into George's. "Now tell me, George. Does that sound like a woman who would be content being 'kept' like a pet? Because let me tell you, I don't think I will have any trouble supporting or providing for Rose. Rose and I are a team, and we will always work as one. That includes managing a living. Have I made myself clear?"
George nodded as the Doctor stepped back and started to walk.
They had walked in silence for a few moments before the Doctor noticed a small jewelery store. He had decided earlier that he wanted to get Rose a small trinket as undeniable proof of his intentions. When they were in the other universe, he had given her a key to the TARDIS. While it had shown his trust in her, it had also spoken of a promise that he wouldn't leave her behind.
He knew she trusted that they would face life side by side, but he wanted to give her some token of his love for her. He had the Euro notes that George had given him earlier as pocket money. Except he didn't know what he wanted to do with them until now. "George, why don't you wait by the car. I just want to pop my head in here right quick and then I'll be along."
George held his head proudly after being told off by the Doctor. He had been waiting to get a particular jab in, and this was his chance. He looked at the sign on the door then back to the Doctor. "Rather confident are you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you and her only been back together for what? A day? Maybe two? How do you know if she'd even accept any sort of jewelry from you?" George puffed out his chest as he dropped the mother of all bombs. "You know she kissed me?"
Bingo! George thought as the Doctor grew confused. "Yeah... right smack on the lips too. Granted it was after a few drinks to celebrate the first test of the cannon."
The Doctor shook his head as a rather dangerous thought crossed his mind. He knew George was trying to rile him up, antagonize him. But deep down he knew Rose wouldn't have kissed him in any sort of sober state. He had always considered that maybe she had moved on, and found someone new. But never would it be George. He knew Rose too well.
Fueled by memories of tearful declarations of love years ago plus their actions in the last few hours, the Doctor held his head high and told George that he was full of shit. "It sounds like a drunken kiss, George – nothing more. Instead of focusing solely on that one time, consider how she acts every other time. Did you ever get the same result when she was sober?" George shook his head No.
"So come off it then! Rose Tyler loves ME, George. And I love her with everything I have. There is no you and Rose nor will there ever be. Now you can either stand out here or go wait by the car." the Doctor turned around and walked into the shop.
The Doctor looked around as the bell above the door softly tinkled, announcing his arrival through the door. The small shop had an antique and classic look to it, and he had instantly taken a liking to the place. He looked at the rows of jewelery. Some pieces were new and shiny. Some looked as if they were old antiques, worn with time and love.
"Good day to ya, Lad!" the Doctor straightened himself as he heard a cheerful voice greet him. Turning towards the voice, he smiled and responded in kind. After a few moments of exchanging pleasantries, the young shop keeper asked what he could do for the Doctor.
"I'm uh, I'm looking for a gift for my lady. Something simple yet elegant." the Doctor continued to look around. The shop keeper motioned him over towards the rings.
"How close are ya to her Lad?" The man leaned against the display case. The Doctor looked confused for a moment before it clicked. "Oh! You mean how long have we been together? We were together for bout 2 years before we got separated. We only reunited a few days ago. Doesn't change how I feel about her though."
The shop keeper nodded and smiled as he tapped the glass. Unlocking the case, he carefully pulled out a velvet covered tray filled with claddagh rings in all different arrays of styles and colors. "The claddagh ring is a traditional token of one's love and devotion." The man held up a small yet delicate ring. His pinky pointing to each part of the ring as he explained the meaning, "The heart is symbolic of the love between ya. The hands represent the friendship that helps steady and guide the heart through your lives. Finally, the crown sits on the heart and hands to show the unending loyalty and fidelity that is a must for a happy life."
The Doctor smiled, as he told the man how that described his and Rose's relationship perfectly. He looked over the rings as his tongue rested against the back of his teeth while he evaluated each ring. Only the most perfect of the lot would do for his Rose.
His eyes finally settled on one in the middle of the tray. His fingers carefully plucked it up as he looked it over. It was a slightly medium sized silver ring, delicate enough to grace a woman's finger. Yet still broad enough for its design to shine through. The heart, hands and crown were all undecorated and simple. In the wrist of the hands were three tiny deeply hued blue sapphires on each wrist. Then the arms and braided band of the ring were of a Celtic knotting. The Doctor took a moment to appreciate the design, as it was nothing less than superb workmanship.
"This looks like an antique." the Doctor noted as he turned the ring in his fingers carefully. It looked as if it was from at least the 1920's if not earlier. It was undoubtedly well cared for and beloved by its previous owner. He looked to the shop keeper as the man confirmed that it had belonged to a family from a village not far from Ardara. The owner had passed away and the person who inherited the ring decided to give it to the shop. With the only condition that proceeds from the sale of the ring go to the local parish church.
The Doctor announced that he would take it and asked the price. He was surprised the asking price was only thirty Euros! However, he supposed it was because they weren't looking to profit from the ring. The Doctor took two Twenty Euro notes out of his pocket and handed them to the man. When he was offered his change, the Doctor shook his head telling him to put the entire thing to the church.
The man placed the ring into the small, worn box that originally accompanied the ring, and handed it to the Doctor. "May you and your Lass treasure each other for the rest of your lives."
The Doctor thanked the man as he pocketed the ring safely in his jacket. This would be his little secret until he presented it to Rose.
The Doctor sat in the passenger seat as the scenery outside zipped past them. George's earlier gloat about Rose kissing him earlier had still plagued him. He trusted Rose, but wondered if George's delusion of a chance between them would keep up. He had considered asking Rose if anything else had happened. He felt secure in their relationship to know Rose's choice. He just needed to know for his own peace of mind.
After all, he couldn't exactly pass judgment if there had been. He had kissed Martha once, and later practically offered Joan Redfern a life with him back in 1913.
As soon as the car came to a stop outside the bed and breakfast, the Doctor grabbed his bags and bounded out of the car. It was an old Queen Anne styled house, with a small porch that wrapped around the front of the house. His eyes traveled upwards as he took in the look of the place while he stretched out his legs. Car travel was quickly placed on the Doctor's list of least favorite travel methods.
His eyes found Jackie and Rose sitting on the swing that was in the corner of the porch. His mood was instantly uplifted as Rose hopped off the swing and jumped into his arms with an elated giggle. Sticking her tongue out of her teeth in that oh so adorable manner, Rose whispered, "See you managed to be cordial with George."
The Doctor snorted as he replied how he managed to just barely accomplish that feat while he kissed Rose. Letting go of her, he kept his arm at the small of her back as he looked around. "So, we staying on the porch all night, or do we actually have rooms to retire to?"
"Cheeky!" Jackie scolded the Doctor while she handed him a key as they entered the foyer. "You're staying in the Blue Room. Rose thought you might like that. Up the stairs, turn left and down two doors on your right."
The Doctor watched as she handed George his key and they preceded upstairs. He noticed that Jackie and Rose were sans bags, and asked Rose where her things were as they fell behind everyone.
"Stashed them in Mum's room until you arrived." Rose smiled as she looped her arm through the Doctor's.
The Doctor paused on the landing at the top of the stairs and took her elbow. "You should stay with your Mum tonight, Rose."
Rose's face fell as she tried not to let the hurt show in her eyes. "I–I don't understand. You don't want to share a room with me, Doctor? I just – well – I thought that after being apart all these years and everything that's happened – you would want to make up for lost time. But I was mistaken I guess."
The Doctor's breath caught in his throat as he listened to her. She was wrong. So very very wrong. He just needed a night alone to fully adjust his mind to all this. He didn't want to be alone, he just wasn't sure if he would be plagued by nightmares. Or if he would be manic and keep Rose from getting her rest. He never wanted to subject her to the horrors of his mind. He was sure if she ever saw what was in his head, she would go running clear the other way.
The Doctor quickly put down the bags he was carrying, reaching out to take her hands. "Rose," he began to explain in a soft voice.
"No, s'okay. Really it is, Doctor." Rose pulled her hand back as the Doctor reached for it. She raised her hand to wipe at her eyes before she started blubbering like a child. She was feeling rejected and heartsick as she turned and walked past Jackie into the room they were going to be sharing. Her emotions over the past week were at a breaking point, and for some reason this event tipped the bucket.
Jackie looked between the Doctor and the door that her daughter just went through. She sighed and gave the Doctor a silent 'good going ya daft alien' before following Rose into their room.
The Doctor stood still as his mind ran through what just happened. Then he was glued to his spot wondering how things suddenly fell into shambles so quickly.
Rose dropped into the overstuffed wing back chair by the door. Tears that welled into her eyes finally spilled over her eyelids and down her cheeks. "Stupid Rose. You are such a stupid, hopeless, ignorant ape," Rose berated herself. He was putting those barriers up again, everything had finally caught up to him. That had to be it, things weren't going to be as different as she hoped.
It had to be rule number one to him. Rose didn't believe that she was being led on. More that he was lying to himself in order to stay sane before his brain caught up to him. Rose covered her mouth as another sob started to choke out of her throat. "What could I possibly offer him Mum! I'm a chav with no A-levels, who happened to be bright enough to be useful once in a while! I'm not refined or sophisticated." Deep down Rose knew she was being insecure about herself again. Even so, when compared to someone like the Doctor, it was easy to do so.
"Oh, sweetheart!" Jackie pulled Rose up and into her arms holding her tightly. As Rose sobbed onto her shoulder, she briefly remembered the last time this happened. Except it involved an unconscious alien in her spare room with Rose declaring that he left her.
Rose's chest heaved as she wrapped her arms around Jackie's waist tightly. She felt Jackie's hands rub her back reassuringly as she continued to sob. Rose's emotions were a tangled mess and she didn't know which way was up. She was mentally and physically exhausted, and this wasn't how she had hoped things would go. She had hoped to relax in the Doctor's arms, in what she had assumed would be the first of many nights spent together.
But now it seemed that the Doctor had deemed there had been enough close touchy moments for his comfort.
She then wondered what if things had been different, and she succeeded in her initial plan. Before when the Doctor's distance got to much for her, she would ask to be brought home for a visit. She would then get comfort and love from her mother as well, and she really did want to just visit most of the times.
But choosing to live in a different universe, there would be no visits home anymore. Just her and the Doctor, that scared her for a moment. For weeks she had mentally prepared herself to leave everything and everyone behind for this man.
Deep down Rose knew she was being silly. However, rational thought had temporarily gone out the airlock on a spacewalk.
"He's putting up his distance again, Mum! What if he hates me now. What if he thinks that if I never showed up, then he would still be part of the Doctor and not stuck here with the rest of the apes. That he wouldn't be part ape." Rose's face was streaked with tears as Jackie held her daughter's face in her hands.
"Rose Tyler! Just where are these thoughts coming from? You know that don't have one spec of truth to it. That daft alien loves you to bits! And you aren't just some chav, you have grown so much these past years. You'd put anyone on the Powell Estate to shame many times over."
Jackie hugged Rose again as Rose's breathing began to steady. She knew this was different than before. The nights Rose would come home heartbroken, because Jimmy called her worthless once again before hitting her. Or Mickey saying he'd rather spend the night at the pub with his mates on the only night Rose would have off.
She knew the Doctor and Rose would be getting seriously involved, and Rose needed to hear what she had to say next.
"Listen to me love, all men have their moments where they need to go off and be by themselves. Don't ask me to explain it, but it is what it is."
"I know Mum, but the Doctor isn't any ordinary bloke! He always had barriers up before we got separated because he didn't want to get attached."
Jackie shook her head and held Rose in front of her by the shoulders. "Oh, Rose. We've all known he has never been ordinary. And that is part, I think, of what attracted you to him. Trust me on this, he loves you and he isn't pushing you away."
Rose hiccuped as she nodded, her face buried in Jackie's chest again.
Outside the Doctor raised his hand to knock on the door. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he heard Rose sobbing and it stabbed at his heart. This was his fault. He was never good at communicating things, and now there was a misunderstanding between them. Taking another deep breath, the Doctor rapped on the door and steeled himself for whatever happened next. Even if Jackie slapped him from here back to London, he deserved it.
"Rose, please. You didn't let me explain."
They both looked at the door as they heard the knock and the Doctor asking to be let in. Rose stared at the door and bit back a remark. Jackie turned to Rose nodding her head towards the en-suite. "A good shower will make you feel better, Rose. You need to clear your head and then you'll see everything is okay. I'll handle the plum outside."
Rose crossed her arms around herself as she agreed in a small voice. She continued to sniffle and wipe at her eyes while fishing around the bags for a change of clothes.
The Doctor stood back as he heard the door unlock and open. Jackie was at the door. The Doctor braced himself for a slap and a lecture.
When neither came, the Doctor stared at Jackie baffled. If he wasn't mistaken, her eyes had a look of pity for him.
"Jackie, please. I need to talk to Rose," the Doctor pleaded as he looked over Jackie's shoulder into the room. Rose had turned around at the sound of his voice and their eyes met. He could see the splotches around her eyes, mixed with the wet mascara streaks down her cheeks.
Rose silently turned away and headed into the en-suite before a fresh batch of tears spilled over. She wanted to believe what Jackie said, and the rational part of her begged for her to do so. But the insecure and vulnerable part had temporarily won over. The developed instinct to hide away when she felt vulnerable took over and she blew out a puff of air when the door closed behind her.
The Doctor looked to Jackie frantically, his eyes asking what happened as his trademark gob had failed him. He felt his chest tighten as the image he just saw of Rose burned into his memory. He never wanted to see her upset or sad, yet he managed to do just that.
Jackie took pity on the Doctor and placed her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Doctor. Rose's emotions are all sixes and sevens right now. Give her a little bit to sort herself and she'll be good."
The Doctor sputtered as he ran his hands through his hair. Surely she couldn't be suggesting that they remain apart when he clearly needed to explain his actions. He finally found his voice as he stammered, "Jackie! She has it all wrong."
"I know, Doctor, but put yourself in Rose's shoes for a 'mo. She's been through a lot the last few weeks and she's always felt insecure about you and her. I know you couldn't help it in the past, but you have to think before you act or talk."
The Doctor could only manage a small 'yeah' as Jackie guided him back towards his own room. "Get yourself settled and showered up before dinner is served. The MacAteer family is preparing a lovely dinner to welcome us, and we don't want to insult them by being late."
Jackie watched as the Doctor dragged himself into his room and shut the door behind him. She knew he had cocked this one up, but he would find a way to redeem himself to Rose.
Rose always forgave him after he showed enough remorse. Jackie had no doubt this would be the same. It's what gave her confidence that they would make things work for them no matter what came their way.
Jackie tightened her lips and rubbed her forehead as she heard a bang coming from his door. Either he was banging his head against the door, or he hit it in frustration. Jackie went back into her room. It was now up to Rose and the Doctor to sort this themselves.
The Doctor paced at the foot of the staircase as the grandfather clock chimed half past seven. He could hear the china being set out by their hosts. He offered to help, but the eldest daughter smiled at him and politely mentioned they were fine.
He turned towards the staircase again as he heard the light footsteps that he instantly recognized as belonging to Rose. He swallowed nervously as he put on the smile that was reserved solely for her. Rose paused on the final step as they stood in front of each other.
Rose came down from the step as they locked their eyes on each other. Rose could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed nervously again. She smiled at him as she whispered, "Hey there."
The Doctor took her hand in his and rubbed her thumb as he replied, "Hey." He then took a deep breath and held both her hands in his. "Rose, about earlier. I–"
Rose cut him off with a shake of her head. "Not now, Doctor. I don't want to keep everyone waiting."
"They can wait for all I care, Rose. I want to clear the air between us. Please," the Doctor quietly pleaded with Rose. She just shook her head and cupped her hand to his face repeating that they'd talk later.
The Doctor took her hand in his and kissed her palm. "I love you, Rose Tyler. Nothing will ever change that or my feelings toward you."
"I know, Doctor and I love you too." Rose gave his hand a squeeze and headed off towards the dining room.
An hour later, the Doctor leaned back as dessert was being served. "That lamb was just... I've never had anything like it." He had his arm around the back of Rose's chair, his thumb casually brushing the curve of her shoulder. "Sadly I don't think I left any room for dessert."
"It was delicious, Mrs. MacAteer! How did you do it? Last time I tried to make lamb, my husband and son complained it was tough." Jackie concurred with the Doctor as she sipped her coffee.
"Oh, please call me Mary! And it's an old recipe from Mother to daughter." Mary MacAteer smiled proudly. Her rack of lamb was always well received at meals and it made her heart swell with pride. "I'm teaching my eldest, Hannah how to do it just like her Mum."
Hannah blushed as she looked around the table shyly. She was the one the Doctor had offered to help set the table. She had seen them arrive earlier and thought him attractive yet quiet. She had considered flirting with him, but his behavior towards the woman to his right told her that he was already spoken for.
"When are you lot planning to head off for London?" Paul MacAteer leaned forward as he drank the last of his tea.
"Plan is two days from now, George says the weather should be clear by then." Jackie pushed her dessert plate away from her as she had her fill of the small cake their hosts had laid out.
"Then you'll be here for the town gathering we're having tomorrow night. After all that business with the stars disappearing and all that. People are looking to celebrate."
The conversation around Rose faded out as her head flooded with her earlier thoughts. She felt the Doctor's hand on her shoulder and every time she looked at him, he gave his special smile that was just for her. God, how she ever landed him, she'd never know. She took a deep breath before speaking up. "If it wouldn't be rude, I'm going to for some air before heading to bed."
Rose pushed her chair back as everyone responded to go on and enjoy herself. All the men at the table stood as she rose, including the Doctor. Fighting back a blush, she pushed her chair in and made her way to the front door.
The Doctor remained standing for a moment before excusing himself as well. "Can't go passing up some night air with Rose." the Doctor thanked everyone for the meal, before walking towards the door.
Rose heard the front door open and close softly behind her. She heard the Doctor come up behind her and wrap his arms around her. They stood still in the embrace, so much needing to be said. But neither of them having the courage to break the beautiful moment between them.
"I'm sorry, Rose."
Rose inhaled as she laced her fingers into his. "For what, Doctor?"
"For earlier, Rose. I didn't think how what I said would impact you. I didn't communicate clearly and I hurt you." the Doctor turned her around gently to face him. He needed her to see that he truly was sorry.
"Doctor." Rose played with her nails as she tried to word her response carefully. "What happened earlier? We were doing so well. Then when you –" She paused, looking away for a moment. Only continuing after taking a deep breath and re locking eyes with her Doctor. "When you said that I should stay with my Mum as simply as you did, I thought it was because you had enough of me for a day. Just like old times."
"Oh no, Rose. No no no no! It's not that at all. Farthest thing from it actually." the Doctor started to relax somewhat. He was starting to get the entire picture.
"I mean I'll be completely honest, Rose. There is a part of me lingering that says not to get attached, not to let my emotions get the best of me. That part is in conflict with the new part of me that just wants to have everything that I've desired since I met you. I was stupid to distance myself like that before, Rose. I'm not going to make that mistake again." the Doctor pleaded his case as he took Rose's hand. He looked into her eyes begging her to believe him, to forgive him so they could move past this.
Rose was speechless as she looked at the Doctor. She didn't understand, if he wasn't putting the distance between them. What was it? Could it be as simple as wanting to be alone. This was the Doctor, he never liked to be alone. It's why he took on companions in the first place.
The Doctor took her hand and led them to the swing, sitting them both down. He gently kicked off the ground with his foot and the swing began to gently sway as the Doctor pulled her into his arms.
"Doctor, I don't understand then."
"Don't understand what, Rose?"
"Why you don't want me with you all night." Rose took a deep breath as she waiting for his response. She needed to know, otherwise it would eat at her until she brought it up.
She heard the Doctor let out a breath in an apprehensive manner. "It's– complicated, Rose. It's not because I don't want you there."
Rose looked to the Doctor, raising an eyebrow bewildered as she motioned between them with a smirk. "I think the term 'complicated' fits us perfectly, Doctor. I took the Vortex into my head and became Bad Wolf. You said yourself that you are a complicated thing in time and space. I can see it in your eyes, Doctor. You are holding something back. Just tell me!"
The Doctor dropped his head into his free hand and puffed out his cheeks. Rule Number one wouldn't work here. Rose would see right through it, his clever clever Rose.
He rubbed his eyes exhaustively. He felt like he was being backed into a corner. Normally he would have retreated. However this was a corner that he put himself in earlier. "It's not as easy peasy as 'I don't sleep much' or something. It could go places that I might not ready to go to yet. Secondly, you are tired, and you need your rest, Rose."
Rose stared at the Doctor. He was doing the 'I know what's best for you, Rose' thing again. "You don't trust me." She stood and crossed her arms.
"What?" the Doctor was baffled. He never said that at all. "How many times have I put my trust in you, Rose? Countless!" He ran his hands through his hair as he stared at her from his seat on the swing. His foot had come down to stop the swing.
Rose shook her head, putting her face in her hands for a moment before pulling them back down. "I don't mean like that! I meant that you don't trust me to be able to keep up with whatever explanation you have. Or maybe you don't trust me enough to understand it."
"No no no no!" the Doctor scrambled to his feet, crossing the few steps to where she stood. This wasn't happening again. His hands found her arms and held them gently as he looked her in the eye.
"Rose – my clever, brilliant, wonderful Rose. Do you trust me? Do you trust that I will tell you eventually?"
"If you trust me, then I will always trust you, Doctor." Rose bit the bottom of her lip as she folded her hands together.
"Then trust me when I promise that I will tell you one day. Just not tonight. Though I am being honest when I say I can see you are tired, Rose. You really should get some rest."
Rose sighed and gave a 'fine'. She was tired and they were going in circles. If he wanted to push her away tonight, yet swear he wasn't, then fine. Rose leaned upwards and gave the Doctor a kiss on the cheek as she wished him good night.
The Doctor watched her go back inside, giving him a small sad smile before disappearing up the staircase. He sat back down on the swing and dropped his head to his chest.
"Well isn't this all cocked up?" the Doctor muttered to himself after a few moments. He then stood and entered the foyer of the house. He decided to get a good night's sleep, then plan how he was going to dispel Rose's every worry and fear about what she meant to him. More so, what he intended to have with him in this one life.