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We have another memory here its a fan favorite. and a bit of adventure to follow this chapter. hear comes chapter 38
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The Doctor had left Rose in her bedroom to ready herself for the day. Waking up the way they had was definitely better than anything he had ever imagined, and they had almost gotten carried away. If he did not leave so soon they would have. If she had kissed him with so much passion again, had moved off of the bed and made her way over to him, then things would have ended very differently.
Rose may think that they were ready for that next step but they were not. Not yet. Her walls had just come down and she had only seen a glimpse of what he had become since he had left her. He would not let them take what they were recently doing any further, not until they were both a hundred percent sure of it. Until she knew exactly who he was and how she had truly gotten here, until all the lies came to light, until Rose was Rose again and forgave him and trusted him. Until all of those things came about it could go no further so soon, but he had no plans to stop what they had started last night.
He just hoped that the moment when everything came out in the open she would still want to finish what they started and that she would say those words again, moreover he could show her what she meant to him, what she always meant to him, and what she would always mean to him. Not only were these lingering inside of him, there were also things he did not wish to look back on. He knew that the memories he would show her in the next couple of days were going to be hard on her emotionally—Sarah Jane, Reinette, and the first time in Pete's World.
These were things he wished he could skip over without sparing another glance at but he knew he could not. He did not want to relive what happened in the aftermath of these events but he could not turn away from them. In order for her to get better and back to her old self she had to address how these adventures had affected her. Whether she knew it or not these were the adventures that had begun to teach her how to bury her emotions and not speak of them. He knew what that was like, he had years of experience in that field.
Rose had become distant after each one of them, isolating herself in her room for hours and then acting as if nothing had happened when she would come out. Himself, he had chosen to ignore them and act the same way as her—pretending that they never happened. He was good for doing that a lot over the years and these were on a whole other level than other incidents in the past. Mainly for one specific reason being that he was scared—scared of the possibility that it would ruin what he and Rose had since she started travelling with him, scared that she would leave him.
So he would run. Just run onto the next adventure while ignoring the fact that she was hurt and needed to talk. He had been so thick. That was him, Mister Thick Thickity thick-thick-face. But not this time. No, this time he would not run. He would do what he should have done years ago and talk to her about them and explain his own feelings on the subject. And maybe then they would both feel better and he would become a little less thick.
"Who's thick?"
His musings were disrupted when he heard Rose's voice from across the room. He turned around to face her, noting how her hand was rested on over her mouth.
"Nobody, Rose," he replied as casual as only he could. "I was just talking to myself. You know me, always need to talk. Sometimes I need a good sparring partner and who better than myself? Best conversationalist I know."
She was laughing softly behind her hand, speaking in between the giggling fit. "You know, Doctor, there's an old earth saying about talking to oneself." He raised an eyebrow. "'As long as you don't answer back, you're not crazy'."
The Doctor let out a chuckle as he felt a smile stretching across his face. "Who said anything about me not being a bit crazy, Rose Tyler? After all, I'm a mad man with a box."
They were both laughing at the end of his statement and she had somehow made it across the room before they found themselves falling on the loveseat. He pulled her into his lap and hugged her fiercely even as the laughter continued. She had not laughed this long or hard since she had been given back to him and he could not help but have his smile spread even more.
His old Rose was truly coming back. He sincerely hoped that what they were about to watch was not going to take that away.
A moment later the laughter died down when he felt Rose's gaze peering onto his own, the atmosphere in the room shifting to that of anticipation. He could see in her eyes that she knew what was coming. She was trying to convey that she was ready for it. His own eyes reflected back the emotions displayed in hers. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling away to settle in next to him.
"Doctor, we're going to watch the school memory now, yeah?" she asked.
He nodded slowly. "You want to add anything before we start?"
She shook her head violently. "No desire to add my dinner lady moments, no ta."
The Doctor's grin was teasing. "Oh, but Rose, you looked so great in that outfit, ladle and all. And the hat—ohhh, I really liked that hat." She swatted his arm and he whined, feigning pain. "Rose Tyler, that hurt."
She grinned cheekily before reaching over to place a kiss to the spot where she whacked him. "All better now?" she asked, looking up at him.
She noted how his eyes had darkened a little and she felt her body ripple with pleasure. An innocent kiss had done that to him. Talk about sensitive. She could not help herself as she leaned forward to capture his lips with her own. It seemed like a better idea than watching a memory at the moment. She sucked his lower lip in her mouth and felt him shudder before he was kissing her back with equal passion.
Oh, yeah. Snogging the Doctor on the loveseat in the media room was everything she had always imagined it would be and much better than reliving a memory of a past adventure.
They finally had to pull apart when air was necessary. He was leaning forward to claim her mouth again but he caught himself and forced himself to stop. Rassilon, she was going to be the death of him.
Memory, he thought to himself. Must show her the memory. Must not kiss her again until it's over. Must resist the temptation of those lips…those glorious, pink swollen lips.
He was brought back when he felt her hands urging him forward. He settled her next to him and dropped a kiss to her hair as she shifted to her favorite position nestled into his side.
Then the memory started. It opened with him in the staff room seeing Sarah Jane Smith as she entered. He felt Rose tense up. He knew this was going to be hard on her so he started to gently run his hands through her hair, calming her down. She slowly began to relax from his ministrations but he could still see and feel the tension in her shoulders. Her gaze, however, was firmly fixed on the screen in front of her.
Rose was immersed in the events playing out on the screen. She could see the Doctor's happiness and shock of seeing Sarah Jane again followed by the slight disappointment in his eyes when she did not recognize him. But the pride was also there when he figured out she was investigating.
—Good for you, Sarah Jane Smith.
The memory faded and was followed by Rose and Mickey entering the school with the Doctor that night. She had looked so confident and so ready for this adventure. She could not pinpoint when she had changed from a scared teenager to this person. It must have been so gradual that she had never noticed. Had she known she loved him even then—no, she had not been ready to admit such a thing at that point. At the time she had thought they were more than just mates and she had a crush, but it did not go beyond that. At least she did not think it had not right at that moment.
She watched as they each split up and went their separate ways through the school. Then they watched as a very startled Sarah Jane had backed out of the room that held the TARDIS. She watched the exchange carefully, staring at the Doctor on the screen. His face held as much pain as Sarah Jane's. Oh, if she had only known that then. Maybe she would not have been so rude and jealous towards the woman. She had been like her once, pining after a man who would never want her. Only he did. He had just ran back then, from it all. This new man had not done that yet.
She heard Mickey's scream and saw them turn and run towards it. She could see the smile in her Doctor's eyes and almost hear his thoughts, just like old times. They made it to the hall and she watched her younger self turn green from jealousy.
—You can tell you're getting older, your assistants are getting younger.
—I'm not his assistant.
—No? Get you tiger.
The memory showed them meeting up with Mickey and now she knew that the Doctor had used his banter with Mickey as a distraction. Granted, it was a poor one. Her and Sarah Jane had started bickering at each other again quickly.
—Hello, can we focus? Does anyone notice anything strange about this? Rats in school?
—Well, obviously they use them in biology lessons. They dissect them. Or maybe you haven't reached that bit yet. How old are you?
Oh, she remembered this clearly. Almost as if it happened yesterday, she didn't need the memory. She had been pissed off and felt herself getting a little mad just watching it again. Sarah Jane had been doing everything she could do to get the Doctor to pay attention to her and Rose was doing the same. One upping the other, both intent on hurting the each other's feelings. Her reply showed how irritated she was.
—Excuse me, no one dissects rats in school anymore. They haven't done that for years. Where are you from, the dark ages?
The Doctor had tried to defuse the tension between them once again and failed. She knew this next part she had done just out of spite.
—I don't mean to be rude or anything, but who exactly are you?
—Sarah Jane Smith. I used to travel with the Doctor.
— Oh. Well, he's never mentioned ya.
Rose felt herself cringe slightly at the hurt look on Sarah Jane's face. She had not noticed it the first time since she was too busy being a bitch, and he had given her ample opportunity to be the better woman. She had not taken it.
—Oh, I must've done. Sarah Jane. Mention her all the time.
—Hold on. Sorry. Never.
—What, not even once? He didn't mention me even once?
Sarah Jane had looked angry enough at not only her but the Doctor. She was seriously surprised she had not gotten a slap for the way she acted. Then she heard something she had never heard before said by Mickey to the Doctor.
—Ho, ho, mate. The missus and the ex. Welcome to every man's worst nightmare.
The Doctor did not deny it. So was she his missus even back then? Or, better question, had he and Sarah Jane ever been together?
The memory jumped to outside the diner. This was the conversation they had both been dreading but now it would be impossible not to address. The Doctor felt Rose slightly pull away from his grasp but he tugged her back against him. She may not have realized it but she was preparing her body to run from this. Even though she wanted to heal it was hard to face up to these difficult memories. He felt his own legs itching with his own needs to run but forced them back. He needed to heal just as much as her, if not more.
—How many of us have there been travelling with you?
—Does it matter?
—Yeah, it does, if I'm just the latest in a long line.
—As opposed to what?
—I thought you and me were. I obviously got it wrong. I've been to the year five billion, right, but this? Now this is really seeing the future. You just leave us behind. Is that what you're going to do to me?
—No. Not to you.
—But Sarah Jane? You were that close to her once, and now you never even mention her. Why not?
—I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone who you…
—What, Doctor?
—You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords.
He felt her legs curl up under her as she let out a small sob. He gathered her against his chest as the rest of the memory played out behind them. Decisions that he had to make again, the difficult ones. Sarah Jane and Rose had helped him make the right one and now he would never lose Rose again. He drew back as her crying eased up and placed a tender kiss to her forehead.
But right as he opened his mouth in order to talk about what they had just watched the media room's lights flashed mauve. They pulled apart and looked around in shock. Things had been so quiet lately as if the TARDIS was to keep hem away from outside things until they could heal.
He looked at Rose and saw her grinning brightly. He matched it. "You ready to run Rose Tyler?" he asked.
Her smile grew impossibly wider. "Yup," she replied, popping the 'p' a bit.
He grabbed her hand and they raced down the halls to the console room. They slowly stepped out of the doors and observed their surroundings. The TARDIS had landed on a shed, smashing it to bits but it appeared to be fine. The house in front of them looked a little old and they saw a little redheaded girl staring at them, looking about nine or ten.
The Doctor and Rose exchanged a confused look before saying in unison, "What?"
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