Jade – April 15th the Doctor is returning to Europe? Yay! I think it will only be one month after it starts there that it will start in Canada (I hope) so May 15th! That day is officially going on my calendar P
Disclaimer: see the first chapter.
News: I am surviving on water…and it hurts. This 30-hour famine I'm doing for charity (google it if your interested '30-hour famine' should get something) is killing me. I've got 19 hours left until I'm done (tomorrow at 3pm) and I'm already hungry! Last time I ate was 9am. I thought I would be doing well, and I was, but then I stretched, and now my stomach hurts SO much! Like, my eyes are watering! But I think compared to some others; I'm doing rather well.
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IMPORTANT: If my update starts straying on the topic of food or just doesn't make sense or something, it's because of my hunger and I can't concentrate very well. I will be going over this tomorrow night to see how much sense it actually makes and make proper changes. Please bear with me! I need this distraction and I want to update for you guys!
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Chapter 3 – A Very Domestic Day
(This is how far I got on the famine; I couldn't concentrate at all lol)
The Doctor, for once in his life, was at a loss for what to do. How could he heal Rose of this? He was actually amazed she was still alive, but he was thankful she was. But that meant that she didn't have much time left. He stumbled out of the library, rereading the entry as he walked aimlessly down the corridors.
Nex ut VicisOne of the most deadly illnesses known to Time Lords, this illness can start off simple and unimportant but can grow to deadly circumstances. Few live through this illness, and death is a given if not treated. This illness starts off with headaches, ranging in intensity and coughing fits. Next a high fever joins it with the ability to burn the body of the patient. The fever must be broken within the day it arises or there is a strong probability of the patient passing on, and it can only be broken with nectar from the rare Vigoratus Flower. Next, the illness is joined by…
The Doctor realized he was outside his bedroom. He quickly rushed in and stuffed the book under his pillow, he couldn't let Rose see this or she would probably have a heart attack. When he was sure the book was well hidden, he left his room in a sprint as he headed in the general direction of the greenhouse. He thought he had a few of the Vigoratus Flowers growing in there, which he had saved before his home had been destroyed.
The Tardis shifted the hallways around to make the trip faster and the Doctor smiled to himself, glad that the Tardis was being helpful. He slipped into the warm and damp greenhouse and closed the door quickly behind him, making sure that none of the minerals in the air that helped the plants grow escaped. He then began to weave his way through the rows of plants that were taking over the entire room until he came to the back where there was a small glass box filled with seven blossoming flowers.
He smiled, remembering them from his home planet, Gallifrey. They had grown there but nowhere else, and only in special parts of the planet. Every species alive now thought that they were extinct, lost in the explosion, but here were the last seven, alive and well. The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief; maybe Rose did have a chance after all. He collected a small vial of nectar from the closest purple flower and topped it with a stopper to make sure none of the healing properties got wasted.
Closing the glass door again, he watched the purple and yellow-spotted petals sway lightly in the false breeze in a daze. After a few minutes of flashbacks that the smell of the flower brought, he shook his head and quickly left the greenhouse. Rose needed him; daydreams could wait for a different time. He pocketed the vial in one of his worn jacket pockets as he headed towards Rose's room.
He felt the time shift as dawn fast approached Earth time. That meant that Rose would be waking up soon if she was able to wake up, since she almost always woke up with the dawn, ready for a new day and a new adventure. Smiling to himself, he let himself into the dark room quietly and closed the door behind him. He moved slowly and silently across the room, his footfalls muffled by the carpeted ground.
He sat down on the edge of the bed beside Rose's elbow as he placed a rough hand against the human girl's forehead. He couldn't feel any difference in temperature. He slowly brushed away the blond locks of hair and tucked them behind her dainty ear. 'Dainty? Since when are Rose's ears dainty?' he thought to himself but let the thought slid for now.
Just like a mother would do to her sick child, he lowered his lips onto her forehead, feeling for a difference in temperature. (A/N: Can anyone explain to me why this is necessary? I never can figure out how kissing the forehead can help you feel a difference in temperature. -Shrugs-) He felt no difference, and was very relieved because that meant Rose had another day at least. The kiss seemed to go a little longer than necessary, and when the Doctor realized this, he quickly pulled away, a faint blush on his cheeks that no one was there to see.
What was he doing? Sure, he cared about Rose a lot, but this was all getting so weird. Whatever was going on with him, he cast it aside as unimportant. Rose was the main problem and he would do everything in his power to solve it. He brushed another strand of hair out of Rose's eyes subconsciously as his mind wandered to past adventures they had shared. Rose had been so much more helpful than his other companions, maybe that was the reason for all the odd actions? He didn't want a helpful companion die? It kind of made sense, but deep down, he knew that wasn't the reason.
Rose let out a pathetic little cough and moaned in her sleep, pulling the Doctor out of his musings. Only then did he realize he had been caressing Rose and playing with her hair for the last ten minutes. A look of horror at what he had been doing graced his face as he stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over a chair on his dash for the door. Only when he was back in the console room did he finally stop to think.
'What is wrong with me? Since when do I caress people? Since when do I caress Rose? I don't do this domestic stuff…maybe I'm sick too…' he thought to himself and quickly got the Tardis to scan him for any illnesses. When his results came up 34 seconds later showing that he was in top form (as always thank you very much), he didn't have any excuse left. Whatever the reason for his odd behavior, it was probably just worry for his companion. 'But I never caressed any other companion I've had, what's so special about Rose?'
"Well that a pretty stupid question," he muttered to himself as a thousand thoughts of why Rose was so much more special than his other companions popped into his head. She was beautiful, witty, adventurous, caring…the list went on and on. 'It's just worry,' he thought forcefully to himself, 'I'm just worried…'
He felt the Tardis enter his mind to alert him that Rose was awake. He bolted to her room despite himself, wanting to know how she felt, but when he found himself outside her door, he hesitated. Scolding himself, he pushed open the door, 'I'm the Oncoming Storm, I can take on hundreds of Daleks at a time, I'm certainly capable of one sick human girl,' at least, that's what he told himself.
Seeing Rose shifting around in her bed, making the soft sheets keeping her warm rustle quietly, he pulled up all of his courage and strode purposefully into the room. 'That got her attention,' he thought to himself and inwardly smirked that he still had that sort of affect on people, but when she smiled at him, he lost any ability to radiate power as his worry took over.
The Doctor sat himself on the bed, this time closer to the girl's knee as he looked at her. She was looking a little better than she had looked the night before, maybe they would be lucky? He nearly scoffed, but held it back, what a stupid thought. False hope would do nothing for himself, but at least it could help Rose.
"Hello Doctor, how are you?" she asked him as she pushed herself up into a sitting position against the headboards and pillows.
He laughed lightly, "I'm fine, but I'm more worried about you, got a headache again? How did you sleep? Any pains in your body?" he began to ramble and only stopped when she began to giggle lightly.
"One question at a time Doc, I have a small headache, but I don't think I was coughing last night because I slept like a log, and no I don't have any pains. I feel a little warm though and I'm starving," she gave him a grin as she shoved off all but one layer of bed sheets.
As soon as she mentioned being 'warm', he jumped into action and brushed aside the hair around her face before placing his calloused hand against her forehead…nothing. He sighed in relief, her forehead was a normal temperature, she must just be warm from all the blankets. Rose looked at him strangely when he didn't drop his hand, but continued to brush hair out of her face and behind her ears but she closed her eyes in obvious enjoyment.
'Carus Deus! I'm doing it again!' he pulled his hand away as if burned and Rose opened her brown eyes a few seconds later, finally realizing there was no hand there to lean into. The Doctor, completely oblivious to Rose's enjoyment of the action, quickly tried to cover up his behavior. "Well you don't have a fever but let me know if you think you're getting one okay?"
Rose looked at him oddly for a moment, right into the Time Lord's eyes, and he found himself unable to look away from that stare. After a few seconds like this, Rose looked away with a slight smile playing on her lips as she nodded her consent. The Doctor cleared his throat, hoping that Rose wasn't going to freak out at him for the odd actions, and to steer the conversation away before anything like that could happen, he got up quickly, "I'll get you some food, just relax and I'll be back soon."
Before the human girl had time to answer he was already gone, escaping from the awkwardness as soon as possible. He finally stopped running when he reached the small kitchen near her room. He began making her some breakfast, unsure of what he was doing since he never really cooked before, having more problems since his mind was drifting.
'Ok, so here's what you do. You act as if nothing ever happened, there was never any caressing going on, and no weird kissing of the forehead when she was asleep. You are a Time Lord; you don't run from things like this, so get over it. Worry about saving Rose from this illness and then figure out what the hell is wrong with you,' was his basic thought process as he cooked some eggs and toast for Rose.
When he deemed the breakfast edible, he put everything on a tray and carried it to her room, where he found Rose lying down on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes half closed. When she heard him enter the bedroom, she looked over and looked between the tray in the Doctor's hand to his pale blue eyes a few times in shock.
"You…made this?" she asked, trying to keep her voice normal, 'Since when does he do domestic?'
He fidgeted under her gaze until he couldn't take it anymore and set the tray down with a clatter. "Yeah, I did. It won't be good but…" he shrugged lightly, hoping that she wouldn't comment on the domestic fact. He didn't even know why he cooked, what happened to the whole 'no domestic' rule? GONE! Right out the window.
"Thanks Doctor, it means a lot to me," she said with a smile before taking a small bite of the eggs. He watched her tensely, wondering when she'd spit it back out and say it was the worse thing she had ever eaten but it never happened. All he got was, "wow! This is really good, you should cook more often!" before she began eating more.
He smiled, "I'm glad it's ok, but don't expect this all the time. This is just an exception, I still don't do domestic," he warned her, but with no real heart in the words. She was turning him domestic and there was nothing he could do about it.
A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I thought I'd get it out during the famine, but I couldn't even concentrate on what I was writing because I was so hungry, then on Saturday I had to go out so no time to write then either. The chapters are slowly getting longer and the next one should be even longer.
A/N2: I re-watched some of the Doctor Who, first season with the 9th doctor yesterday and I've realized how out of character the Doctor is. I'm trying but I doubt I'll ever get it right so I'll just be happy with my doctor lol. I'll try to keep it as in character as possible, I swear.
A/N3: I mentioned Gallifrey, the Doctor's home planet (before it went boom) in this chapter and I'll be mentioning it again later on. One possible ending for this chapter may have a lot to do with Gallifrey, but I'm not sure if I'm willing to tread on such thin ice. I'll ask opinions on that when it gets to the time.
A/N4: Carus Deus – (Latin) Dear God. Pretty simple -shrugs-
A/N5: I love all my reviews, please keep them coming, they make writing the story so much more rewarding:-)
(Yes I'm finally done lol)