Title: Memory.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who property of Russell T Davies.
Summary: The Doctor's memories are haunting him and he's having trouble trying to decide whether or not to stay with Rose as she discovers his past.
Author's note: Erm, mainly fluff at the start. Plot now starting! Continuation from never forget. And in this Doomsday happened but she wasn't pulled from the lever.
"Doctor!" Rose cried out, dashing around the able and lifting his head to look at her. The trickle dripped onto the table. She picked up some tissue and wiped it off despite the Doctor's protests. "What happened?" She asked softly. He winced as she continued to clean his face and she noted the faint blue shapes at the sides of his eyes. "It's just… I haven't shown them for so long" He mumbled. "My body just wasn't used to it." When she pulled away, he closed his eyes tight again, placing his hands to his temples as he focused. Soon, the two marks came up onto the surface of his skin, turquoise-blue, either side of his eyes. It made him look completely different and then she realised something else.
"Oh my god!" She breathed, and the Doctor looked at her in confusion. He touched one of the marks softly with his index finger. "What is it?" He asked her. She mouthed, like a goldfish. It was unbelievable. Two thoughts had hit her at once. "You're eyes…" She breathed. The Doctor picked up a spoon and looked in the back of it at his reflection. His eyes- now acidic yellow-widened. "Must be a side effect" He swallowed. Closing his eyes he clenched his jaw and slowly the colour faded out again, his eyes changing back to their doe-like colour.
He was visibly weakened by doing this and she laid her arm across his shoulders. "Doctor?" She said softly. He rubbed his eyes and sighed softly, before glancing up at her worried face. "I'm okay" He told her, lifting his head and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
A lazy day passed, the Doctor repairing the TARDIS and she watching, occasionally making a cup of tea. The next morning came after another night spent together, but this time nothing happened except sleep. And kissing.
"Erm, Doctor…" She said, softly. This was a rather embarrassing thing to ask him. "Er… didyouuseacondomyesterday?" She asked at high speed, knowing he'd understand. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened again. He made an odd, choking-coughing noise in his throat which was a half-whimper. "N-no" he stuttered, the impact of this thought hitting him.
Rose's eyes widened and she was gone in a flash. She returned with a clinking bag to find the Doctor on the sofa in the lounge-room, staring into space. She placed the bag on the wooden table with a clonk, removing a small box and leaving the room. A couple of minutes later she returned holding the test in her hands, watching it. The Doctor, who had been examining the contents of the bag (alcohol), stood up and watched over her shoulder as the double pink line grew stronger.
Rose turned to the Doctor, unsure how she should feel. The Doctor was mouthing silently, in shock. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't… noting Rose's eyes on him he kissed her softly on the head. "Well, it's too late to go back now" He noted bluntly. She glanced at him. "Well…" He trailed off, looking at her. "You do want to…you know… keep it?" He asked. She smiled and kissed him again, and he took that as an affirmative.
The alcohol, it appeared, had been a mistake. Rose watched as the Doctor got drunker and drunker, downing glass after glass of vodka. Then baileys. Then champagne which he unearthed from the TARDIS. Rose rolled her eyes, as he lent against her chest, talking slurred as he chanted at her. "I'm gonna be a dad, I'm gonna be a dad!" He said jubilantly, splashing his glass of vodka around and she sighed, sipping water. She wasn't going to drink alcohol now.
Eventually she got the Doctor off to bed and he lay spread-eagled across it, with her just tucking herself in next to him, knowing he'd regret it later. "I already am a dad, y'know?" He suddenly slurred at her. "Oncshe. Wiff a human. We washn't in lovshe. But we had a shon!" He exclaimed, grinning widely. She looked at him with disgust and hurt in her eyes. She slid out of the bed and headed back to her own room, ignoring him calling after her as she slammed his door shut. She had only just reached her room when she broke into sobbing, back to the door.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered quietly, knowing he couldn't hear her. She swallowed, saddened, and climbed into her own cold and lonely bed, tears soaking the powder pink pillows as she settled down to a sleepless night.