Set after POTW. Slight 10/Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, not even the TARDIS!
A/N: This is my first Doctor Who fic. Let me know what you think!
She longed for the old doctor, her doctor.
She just wanted a hug.
She needed him.
Needed him to hug her with all his strength.
She ached for it. Ached to know if this doctor could heal her, would heal her.
With one hug.
He knew she missed his old "self." The old doctor, her doctor.
Did she know he missed her now?
She looked so sad, so lonely.
He ached for her smile, ached to know how she felt about him.
Wanted to reassure her.
Needed to convince her.
"Rose?" whispered the Doctor.
Startled, she looked up.
Seeing her eyes he couldn't take it anymore.
"Doctor?" she queried.
He quickly pulled her towards him into a fierce embrace.
She grasped him tighter, didn't let him go. Couldn't let go, wouldn't let go. EVER.
"Ro—" the Doctor tried to gasp but Rose cut him off.
"I know" she whispered.
She did know. He wasn't the old doctor but he was still her doctor. And you know what she thought about this? Fantastic!
All it took was one bone-crushing, three hearts hammering, sense-defying, absolutely needed hug. To heal her ache for one doctor and start an ache for the next. She hugged him harder, hugged him until it hurt, and then she started to cry.
The Doctor's hearts lurched. He wouldn't let her cry again. He wouldn't EVER leave her. And at the moment, he didn't think he could've even let go of her. So he didn't.
-Fin.-