So figure we need some change. Or do we?
Let me know what you think is happening.
The Boyfriend
Rose Marion Tyler smiled at herself in the mirror, giggling at the way her nose crinkled. It wasn't that she cared, it was just a trait that a certain special someone had commented on. According to him, it was simply adorable. Actually, he thought a lot of things were adorable about her. She was getting spoiled by him, that Rose was certain on. But she didn't plan on changing it anytime soon. She had actually been 'together' with him for three months and she swore he had complimented her on everything she had ever done.
"I feel pretty," Rose sung out, stopping at the first line when she thought about how ridiculous she was acting right now. In truth, the song had been stuck in her head since she went to go see the revival of West Side Story with her boyfriend. That, Rose remembered, had been a night to remember. It had been a surprise, as usual. A spur of the moment announcement that they were going out that night, acting as if he didn't have anything planned. Of course, he had planned the whole evening days in advance.
Rose turned around and looked at the dress she had picked out to wear tonight, nodding her head in approval. It wasn't near as beautiful as the one she had worn on the day they had gone to see the musical, but it would do. That night he had shown up wearing a tux and looked so nice that she was sure people were wondering how much money she had paid him to be in his presence. He didn't quite enjoy her comment, reminding her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen that night. He eventually had her convinced that she looked better than usual. The way his eyes had trailed up and down her body when she stood up made it all worth it. The tight fitting dress had long sleeves and a low cut back, which he seemed to appreciate. But Rose liked the dress because of the embellishment on the front. It reminded her of a dress she had back home when she lived with her mum. For the Powell Estates, the dress she used to own was quite fancy and her mum always made a big production about how beautiful she looked when she wore it.
Letting out a sigh, Rose reminded herself not to dwell on that. At least not right now, later on she could call her mum and that would make her feel just a bit better. It was still hard to adjust, living so far from her time for the rest of her life. There were still times when she did something wrong, accidently offended someone without meaning to, or ate something that was poisonous. The last thing hadn't happened in about a month, a fact Rose was quite proud of. The first week living in the blue house she had done it three times. Each time she was sure she was dying of some rare alien disease and had called the Doctor, ordering him to come say goodbye to her before she had died. The first time he looked as if he had been sprinting the whole time, his face pale as a sheet. Rose had been lying on the couch, perhaps being just a little bit overdramatic, and murmuring about how much everything hurt. However, with a quick scan with his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor had announced that she wasn't going to leave him yet. It was like food poisoning, he told her, and it just lasted for about half the time and was never fatal if you took some medicine once you noticed the symptoms. Still, the Doctor had spent the rest of the day reassuring Rose that she was not going to die. She wouldn't have been surprised if he was scanning all of her food, making sure if was safe for her to eat. It was no surprise when the Doctor came home at the end of the week, tired of Rose constantly getting sick, with a huge bottle of pills that he promised she would never have to take. In addition he had made a large and colorful chart, explaining every detail of the food she couldn't eat.
Noticing the time on the clock, Rose realized that she was going to be late if she kept sitting around thinking. With her hair and makeup already done, Rose only had to get dressed now. Turning back to the bed, Rose quickly got dressed in the dress she had picked out. Smoothing down the skirt, Rose turned back to the mirror to ensure that she looked okay. Yep, Rose decided, she simply adored this dress. It wasn't too fancy, considering what they were going to do on their date, but it was just perfect in her mind. It was blue, almost exactly the color the TARDIS had been. It was made almost completely of lace, was strapless, and was comfortable enough to be pajamas. However, Rose realized she may not be too comfortable when she pulled on her shoes, tall high heels that were also blue, the perfect pair for the dress. Knowing there was one thing she could never go without, Rose reached over to the table and picked up the TARDIS key. Putting it around her neck, Rose felt its cool shape slide under her dress, landing in the same spot as usual. The comforting presence of the key, even if she didn't necessarily need it anymore, was something she was so thankful for.
"You are gone already, right?" Rose called out, not expecting a response. She waited for a few moments, too lazy to make sure she was alone. When the Doctor didn't respond, Rose smiled, glad that she hadn't had to remind him that he needed to leave yet again. Punctuality, Rose remembered, was something that the Doctor was slowly but surely improving at.
Checking her own clock, Rose realized that she was going to be late. Running down the stairs and grabbing a jacket, Rose flew out the door to go on her date. The whole way there, Rose felt her body fill with excitement. He had said that the night was something she was going to love, but he refused to tell her where they were going. Despite Rose's prodding, he remained stubborn about not spoiling the surprise.
Finally reaching their meeting place, Rose quickly paid the flying cab driver before she looked around for him. Not seeing his tall frame, Rose began to wonder where he was. He obviously had left before her and should be waiting right now.
"Gotcha!" called out a voice directly behind her, followed by hands wrapping around her waist as he turned her around.
"Oi, you could have made me go into super ninja mode!" Rose announced, playfully batting her lovely boyfriend on the chest. Just like her, he was dressed up rather nicely. In a suit and, if she wasn't mistaken, a new haircut.
Just then, he reached behind his back and presented her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Rose accepted them with a smile, happy to see that he had remembered that she didn't like roses. She had experienced too many jokes about the flowers because of her name.
"So, what secret adventure do you have planned for us tonight?" Rose asked. Surely he would tell her now.
"Rose Tyler, I'm going to show you the stars," he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
Rose smiled, hardly believing the words she had heard. It was the perfect response, albeit a little cheesy, but perfect in her mind. Because that is what she wanted to spend her life doing, traveling the stars.
…
Rose reluctantly opened her eyes, surprised to see that the sun was streaming into the bedroom. She had slept much longer than she had wanted to, but she supposed she had earned it. Of course, she had stayed out late the night before. True to his words, the Doctor had shown her the stars, just not the same way that they used to. He had taken her to the highest power telescope in London. With his physic paper, he had told the guards that they were there on a special tour and could show themselves around. Even though they had 'permission' Rose had felt like a spy on a secret mission, even peaking around corners to make sure the coast was clear. Apparently the Doctor found her actions adorable because he kept egging her on, even letting her use his sonic screwdriver. However, they eventually managed to 'sneak' their way into room with the large telescope and the Doctor had it working perfectly in seconds.
Although it would never be as amazing as their view from the TARDIS, Rose had enjoyed the Doctor's naming of every star she asked about. He used to do this whenever they had a particularly challenging day of saving the world. Even before he regenerated, the Big Eared Doctor had sat on the edge of the TARDIS with her, helping her relax as he told her about the part of the universe they were floating in. Just like in the past, they spent hours there, talking about their past journeys to planets around those stars. But, that was no more, and this was the best they were going to get for now. And Rose realized she might be okay with that as long as she had the Doctor next to her.
After that, as if that wasn't enough for Rose, he had pulled out a picnic basket, proclaiming that picnics in the dark were more mysterious. Of course, he'd to make his comment about edible ball bearings not existing at this time period. Rose was about to make a joke about going back to visit Tommy and get some more treats when she remembered that wasn't possible anymore. They were trapped here now.
Nevertheless, the night had ended in complete darkness after the Doctor blew out the candle they had used while eating. It was so quiet and peaceful in the blackness, barely able to make out the tree they were sitting under. Rose reached out for the Doctor, unable to see him in the dark. She heard him snicker, probably gloating about his Time Lord eyes that could see in the dark, as she moved towards him. Scooting over so that she was lying down with her head in his lap, the Doctor began to run his hands up and down her side. At first she thought he was just doing that to have something to occupy his hands when she realized he was actually drawing some pattern up and down her side. What annoyed Rose to no end was that he was doing it so that his fingers barely grazed her, but just the fact that he was touching her made her shut her mouth tight. She still never got used to it after these past few months, not coming up with an awkward excuse and bolting whenever one of them pushed on a boundary. He could just reach out and touch her and she didn't have to pull away out of obligation, but could let him do it. He had always been rather tactile in this body, but they had always had very distinct boundaries about how physical they were. However, that was gone now and they both liked to tease each other almost all the time, not that they were ever really upset about it though. It was like a game to them and Rose wanted to play it forever.
While sitting there, the Doctor had told her stories as he usually did. Most of the time she would cut in to his rambles, but not tonight, something in his eyes warned her not to. Because if she spoke up he would lose his nerve once more and switch topics, so she kept her lips closed. This time she listened to something she never expected to hear, never dreamed he would willingly tell her. Sure, the Doctor had recently began to tell her about his travels with his companions in the past, but he never mentioned anything about the family he had in the past. Tonight, the Doctor was telling her about Susan, his granddaughter. Once he had finally stopped speaking of her and the hard decision he had to make to let her go, Rose had reached up and touched his cheek, hoping to reassure him that she was there. It was hard for him, she knew, to tell anyone about Susan and it meant the world to her that he had given that part of himself to her. Leaning up to thank him, Rose pulled him down for a kiss.
That kiss had inevitably led to where they were right now. Wishing she would never have to get up, Rose shifted over a bit so she would be in a more comfortable position. However, the arms around her just gripped onto her tighter, not letting her move away. Rose let out a sigh and gave up moving for the time being, resting down once again against the Doctor's bare chest.
"Humph," the Doctor sleepily murmured not long after, just waking up as well. This, Rose decided, was one of her favorite things about her new relationship with the Doctor. To watch him wake up. This was actually only the second time that he hadn't already been awake when she woke up and she smiled as he slowly came to consciousness. The first night they had actually been together, Rose had been pleasantly surprised in the morning to find herself sprawled across the bright eyed Doctor. She had expected him to be the type that left once she was asleep and acted awkward about it in the morning, but he was there every time, snuggling up against her when she woke up.
Thankfully, after a few more seconds, the Doctor relaxed his grip on her enough that she could sit up. Leaning back a little so that she could see his face, Rose pushed the Doctor's hair off of his face as his eyes fluttered open to meet hers. "Finally awake, I see. What happened to your superior Time Lord biology?"
"Hello," the Doctor muttered, grabbing ahold of Rose's hand and bringing it down to lightly kiss. "And you weren't complaining about my Time Lord genes last night."
"Oi, you pervert!" Rose giggled, playfully swatting him of the back of his head as punishment.
The Doctor just responded with an adorable chuckle, starting to get out of the bed as he kissed Rose on the cheek. "I don't even have a response against your claim."
However, Rose wasn't going to let him leave that easily, especially with just a kiss on the cheek. Putting her arms around his neck, Rose pulled him down and pressed her forehead against his, surprised to see that his eyes were open as well. She stared at him, refusing to move. Surprisingly, the Doctor moved closer and kissed her lips, teasingly at first, but quickly deepening it. When the Doctor moved his hand to the small of her back and pulled her up against himself, Rose pulled away to catch her breath.
In the momentary distraction, Rose realized just how hungry she was and, much to the Doctor's chagrin, and pulled away. "Let's get up."
"But, Rose!" the Doctor complained, putting on his best pouting face. Suddenly, his face morphed into a smirk and he practically lunged at her, knocking her back down on the bed so that he hovered over her.
"Nope, not today, Doctor," Rose explained, leaning up and lightly kissing his nose as she pushed him away. "I think instead you should march right into the kitchen and make me breakfast. And after that I'll have to get showered and ready," Rose continued, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "But if you're a good Time Tot I might let you join me."
Apparently that was all the temptation the Doctor needed as he hurriedly sat up. However, before he could get all the way to the door a Dalek appeared outside of her window. Rose had no idea where it came from or what it was doing here, but she let out a shriek when she saw it appear, frozen a few feet behind the Doctor. The Doctor reacted automatically, grabbing Rose and pushing her behind him as he fumbled around to find his sonic screwdriver in his pockets.
"It is the Doctor!" the Dalek shrieked out, breaking through the window as it flew closer towards them.
Rose didn't have time to do anything else besides let out a whimper and cling tightly onto the Doctor, burying her face into his back. Before they had a time to say anything else, the Dalek shrieked out 'Exterminate' and the Doctor was hit, falling back against Rose before he hit the floor with a resounding thump. Rose, not believing that the Doctor was really dead, already sobbing, turned him around and placed her hands over his hearts. Except they was nothing to feel, he was dead.
Um what? Share your confusion with me! More to come...right?
Gabrielle
