A/N: Watched "Last of the Mohicans" last night and this little story hatched today.
Don't own Doctor Who, The Last of the Mohicans, David Tennant or Daniel Day-Lewis. Though both of the latter are indeed dead sexy.
Still Not Over It
By
Lariel Romeniel
"There! That's what I wanted this regeneration!"
Rose looked at the Doctor curiously. They were snuggled together on the sofa, watching "The Last of the Mohicans," and suddenly the Doctor had sat up and pointed at the screen.
"Wanted what?"
He shook his finger at the screen. "The hair on that actor! Just the right shade of ginger! I wanted to be ginger this time."
"Still not over that, are you?" she giggled.
"Well, no, I'm not. Blond would have been all right. I've been blond before; but it's not true that blonds have more fun. I wouldn't have minded black again. But I got brown. Bland banal blah boring brown – mmph!"
Rose had stopped his rant with a kiss. When she was sure he would remain silent, she pulled back. "Doctor, there is nothing bland, banal, blah or boring about you. Now be quiet and watch the movie."
Quiet? How? There were historical inaccuracies peppered throughout the film, and he had to point them out, picking the nits just to be helpful. He didn't want Rose to have an inaccurate view of American colonial history, after all.
By his tenth nit, Rose turned to him with a glare that would have done Jackie Tyler proud. He bit his tongue and let Rose snuggle back down against him. Historical inaccuracies in cinema were nothing compared to the wrath of a Tyler female.
He chuckled later when she buried her face in his chest during a bloody battle scene for probably the half-dozenth time. "Rose, you've seen this movie before, so you knew it was violent. Why'd you pick it if you were planning to hide your eyes through half of it?"
She mumbled something muffled. "What was that?"
She glanced up with blazing hot cheeks. "The lead actor is dead sexy."
"What, Daniel Day-Lewis? With the flowing hair and the muscles and the impressive chest?" He looked down at his own thin body. "So what is it you see in me, then?"
She swatted at him. "It's not just looks and you know it. You're dead sexy too, even if you're skinny, rude and not ginger."
"Oh, really?"
"Just keep watching and you'll understand."
Curious now, he settled back against her to watch again.
"I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far. I will find you."
"That's it, right there," Rose said suddenly at those lines. "He'll always be there for her. Just like you're always there for me. It's a promise. And that's dead sexy."
He reached out to turn her face toward him. "Rose. If anything ever happens, I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you. That's my promise."