Surprised?! So am I!
Let me explain that I didn't really have any intentions of making this, but I was rewatching Nine's era and lamenting the fact that there aren't any good Nine/OC fics to which my friend pointed out that I said the same thing before starting Prolonged Promises to which I replied "Don't fucking do this to me."
And now here we are; with a one shot for Nine/Emma as well as some other snippets that I wrote and had nowhere to go.
I'm leaving this marked as incomplete for right now because I don't know exactly how many snippets I can toss together for this thing.
"Why don't you go show Adam around the TARDIS?" I suggested to Rose under my breath as we studied the Doctor's back. "See if you can't find him a room?"
"You sure?" She asked and I nodded while giving her a comforting smile.
"I'm sure." I waited until they were gone before walking up to the console and leaning on it with my arms crossed gently. "Talk to me."
"There's nothing to say," he said firmly.
"Doctor." He shot a look at me over his shoulder which made me laugh. "You can't scare me away."
"You should be scared."
"Of what? You?" He gave me a jerky nod, self-hatred radiating off of him. "If this is about the vault."
"I left you both there to die," he hissed out. I nodded.
"And I took the phone from Rose and told you not to open the door. Because if it was the two of us versus the Earth, then I was willing to kill us both." I paused to let my words sink in. "Do you hate me for that?"
"No," he rasped out after a few moments of silence. "But I think I hate myself for that."
"I think you hate yourself for a lot of things," I said, and he let out a rough laugh.
"When did you get so wise?" He teased. I gave him a rough smile.
"Parents," I reminded him, and he winced. I'd told him about my parents when he'd confronted me about being a bitch to Rose when we'd met her dad. "And right now, I think you aren't hating yourself for almost getting us killed."
"No," he shot back to me harshly.
"Okay that's part of it," I conceded. "But I think a larger part of it is that when you put your hand down on that big red button and destroyed Gallifrey and the Daleks you made your penance that you would be the last. The Last of the Time Lords and the only one to walk away. And then you stumble upon a Dalek and for a brief second some part of you asked yourself what was the point of it all?"
"You are annoyingly observant," he said, and I laughed before I held out my hand to him.
"Someone on this TARDIS has to have enough emotional maturity to keep you on the straight and narrow," I teased as he took my hand and clung to it like a lifeline.
"Not Rose?"
"All due respect, but she is only nineteen. Not that twenty-five makes me ancient in comparison. Especially when there's some nine hundred year olds here," I teased, and he laughed.
"From the mouth of babes Emma."
"There you go."
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He's never sure what exactly happened to Emma, she was there with them on Platform 51, he knows that he didn't manage to trick her into getting into the TARDIS with Rose, he knows that one minute she was there and the next she wasn't. He knows she's not with Jack.
He couldn't find her when he went back after to try and see if he could at least have the comfort of giving her a proper burial.
(There had been a rage in him that he has never admitted to, when he realized that Rose saved Jack from death, but not Emma, not the girl he could have fallen in love with in half of a heartbeat. Some part of him wonders if Rose did that on purpose.)
Then there is Pete's World, and he finds himself hoping that there is at least one world out there where Emma didn't die.
Where he let himself fall in love with Emma.
Where Emma loves him back.
One world where he is happy with her.
