Beyond the Sun
By: doctorrosetyler
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Shinedown's masterpiece "Beyond the Sun"
Summary: Rose wants to learn, and he wants to teach her. Things evolve from there. 10/Rose
Rose sat on the captain's chair, observing his movements carefully. She had never really noticed before, but his gibberish as he was fixing the TARDIS sounded kind of like actual words, but in a different language. He crawled out from under the console, springing up to read some of the swirlies on the monitor before returning to his previous position. She held back a laugh when she heard an electric buzz and the Doctor's responding squeak. She frowned a bit when the squeak was followed what would have been swear words if he had spoken in English.
She was convinced now that he was speaking his original language, Gallifreyan.
What was it like for him to never hear his own language? Did he know English or did the TARDIS translate it to Gallifreyan for him? If the TARDIS's translator broke, would she be able to understand him? Would he be able to understand her? She felt a twinge of sorrow in thinking about that. What would it be like to not be able to talk to him? It would be awful (but probably a bit relaxing…he did have quite a gob, after all).
She got up off the chair and walked over to the monitor, trying to make sense of the curly figures on the screen. Were they numbers? Letters? Cartoons? She didn't know.
"Hey, Doctor?" she said, still staring at the writing on the screen.
"Yes, Rose?" he said, remaining in his spot under the console. She went to sit at his feet, so that she could see his oil-splotched face. She loved it when he got his hands dirty.
"Do you speak English?" she asked.
He looked at her with surprise and a bit of confusion. "Yes, I'm speaking it right now." He replied, eyebrows furrowed.
"No, that's not what I mean. If the TARDIS broke, would you know English? Would we still be able to talk?" she said, her fingers playing with the hem of his trousers.
"Yes, of course. I know most of the Earth languages. The TARDIS translates for you; I don't need it most of the time." He said, crawling out from under the console to take her hand.
"Why do you ask?" he said, lacing their fingers together and placing them on his knee.
She looked up at his face. "Do you ever hear your language anymore? Is that what those curly letters are on the monitor?"
He looked at her, obviously caught off-guard with her question. He didn't know that she ever thought about languages much. None of his other companions ever had.
But then again, she wasn't really just another companion, was she?
"No, I don't hear Gallifreyan except for the TARDIS. Only the Time Lords spoke it."
She saw the look of pain in his eyes and regretted asking him. She didn't want to make him hurt, especially for something as silly as curiosity. Maybe she could help, though? She scooted closer to him on the grating, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt his arm go around her waist and snuggled a bit closer.
"I know I'm just a human, but do you think I could learn? Would it be good for you to speak it again or would it hurt?" she asked, afraid to hurt him with asking but even more afraid that by not asking she would miss an opportunity to help.
He felt his mind pause for a moment. The thousands of thoughts and calculations going on in his head halted. His beautiful pink and yellow human wanted to learn Gallifreyan?
She would learn an entire language just so that he could hear it again.
The pain of losing his planet dulled for a moment so that his hearts could jump in his chest for her. Of course he would teach her. He would give her anything, if only she would ask.
"Of course you can, If you want to learn." He said, his calm tone hiding the intensity of the emotion he was feeling.
She smiled and relaxed into his embrace. "I do."
"How do you want to learn?" he asked, not sure of her language capabilities.
She closed her eyes. "Just speak to me."
He smiled, resting his head upon hers, and began to recite a poem in Gallifreyan.
Speak to me so I can understand your tongue
You seem rather fragile
She listened to his soothing voice and the lilting, musical, language passing from his lips. She had thought his voice was sexy in English. It was positively mouthwatering in his language. She couldn't wait to learn it.
There were syllables that she couldn't even begin to pronounce, but she assumed that would come later. For now, she set her mind to memorizing the tones of the language. She had always had a bit of a talent for singing, and for that she was glad. It would come in handy.
After a while she realized that he was repeating something. It sounded like a poem or a song. She began to pick up on the words. She spent several times through memorizing the lines. The next time he began, she began with him.
She actually felt his breath hitch in his chest when the first few syllables fell from her mouth.
Was it strange for an alien language to feel more natural than her own?
He stopped speaking altogether and just listened to her. She had learned the poem so quickly; even he was astounded. He felt his eyes sting as the familiar syllables washed over his ears. He hadn't heard his language from another's lips for centuries. He didn't let tears fall, but he listened to her recite for at least an hour, occasionally correcting her pronunciation of the words.
It was quite a while before they were interrupted, the TARDIS repairs forgotten. He stopped her when he felt her stomach rumble under his fingertips. Now that he thought about it, he was actually pretty hungry, too. She looked to him questioningly, like she was afraid that she had done something wrong. He flashed her a brilliant smile, and he could see the relief in her face.
"Fancy something to eat? We could go cook something. Or we could stop off by the solar diner in 5459. Other side of the sun and all. I've heard it's a bit cold, but I bet it's beautiful." He couldn't seem to stop speaking, couldn't quite figure out what to do with all of this romantic tension in the room. He wanted to kiss her. He couldn't let himself kiss her.
She smiled up at him, eager for the next brilliant adventure. "Sure! Sounds great! I'll go get my coat, yeah?"
He nodded, helping her up and running off to clean the oil and such off of his hands. He couldn't help the knot of excitement that built up in his chest. No matter how many times he told himself that this was not a date, he knew he would never believe it.
It's been said it's cold beyond the sun
Have you ever been there?
He was as in love with her now as he imagined was possible for a man. Everything she did made him fall in love with her more. Would he ever stop falling and just be in love with her? He doubted it.
Despite still trying to deny the date-ness of their next outing, he put on a tie that he knew was her favorite- a blue one with silver stripes on it. He spent an extra few minutes on his hair, making sure it was in that tousled style that she liked so much. Making sure his glasses (which he knew she loved) were in his pocket, he slipped on his blue trainers and met her in the console room.
She came out and his breath caught in his throat. Her blue dress and silver shoes matched his tie. How did she do that? Her blonde hair was hanging free over her shoulders and midway down her back. It had grown in the years she had been traveling with him. She had done her makeup lightly; just the way that he liked it. She was wearing a silver necklace that he had bought her a few weeks prior for her birthday. She was breathtaking, and he was having a very hard time not saying "to hell with dinner, let's have a shag". He didn't, of course. He didn't do things like that with companions.
No matter how much he wanted to do it with Rose.
"You look lovely." He said softly, taking her hand in his and kissing it like a gentleman.
She blushed a bit before replying "You're rather dashing yourself, Doctor."
He grinned and led through the open TARDIS doors.
They were standing in a great hall of windows, the sun burning beautifully on one side and the stars sparkling on the other. At the end of the hallway was a large dining room, of which Rose couldn't see much yet. She took the Doctor's offered arm and he led them to the room.
Flashing his psychic paper for a reservation, he got them in and the waitress seated them at a table with a lovely view of the sun. He ordered for them, as she really couldn't tell what "brined mullef of a huppleplump' was, but he assured her that she didn't want to eat that.
The waitress left them alone, with a jealous glare at Rose and a flirtatious smile at the Doctor. Rose felt a burst of satisfaction when he didn't even look at the waitress in question; he only stared at Rose with a half-goofy smile on his face.
"Rose, what made you want to learn Gallifreyan all of a sudden?" he asked; his gaze curious.
She thought about it for a moment. She certainly couldn't tell him the part where she was in love with him and wanted to know more of him. She left that bit out. "I can't imagine what it would be like to never hear English. I mean, I don't know the difference when the TARDIS translates in my head, but you're telepathic, yeah? You can tell. You hear every language in the universe but your own…" she trailed off for a moment; a deep sadness in her eyes that he knew was for his benefit. She continued a moment later, shaking the expression from her face and putting a smile there instead. "I thought maybe you would like to hear it again. If you teach me, we can just use Gallifreyan to speak."
His hearts did another jump for her. How could she, a human who has never experienced his life, understand him better than he understood himself? He took her hands in his across the table. "Thank you." He told her, allowing the barriers in his eyes to drop for a moment so that she could truly see how much she meant to him.
She blinked tears from her eyes at this and they broke apart when the waitress rudely slammed Rose's plate down in front of her. The Doctor shot a glare to the woman, who flashed him another flirtatious smile before putting his plate down in front of him gently. He looked back at Rose, incredulous.
"That woman is a complete nutter." He said, digging in to his food.
Rose laughed a bit at this, picking up her fork and taking a bite of…whatever the Doctor had ordered her. It was delicious, whatever it was. He always knew what she would like. "You know, most men are completely clueless."
He looked up with surprise at that. "Clueless about what?"
"When they're being flirted with."
He quirked his eyebrow at her. "She was rude to you! For no reason! Her manager will be hearing about that."
She shook her head. "She was flirting with you the whole time."
He took a stab at his…whatever that was…and sighed. "That's the way to a man's heart, is it? Being rude to his companions during a very good conversation?"
She laughed. "No, she was being rude to me because she was jealous."
"Jealous of what, exactly?"
"Of me!" she replied. Could he really be that dense?
"Why?"
"Because she thinks we're a couple!"
He rolled his eyes at this. "Well, I'm not interested in her, so for all I care she can think we're bloody bonded!"
She felt a stab of sadness at that. They could pretend to the outside world that they were together, but he would never be with her the way that she wished he would. She pushed her sadness aside. This was the way things were, and she would take all he would give her without complaint. "Bonded?" she asked. He never mentioned much about his culture's customs.
"Like married, only…more." He said, avoiding her eyes.
Now she was really curious. "What do you mean more?"
"It's the way they married back on Gallifrey. At least they did, before the looms. People would marry, and then they would "bond". It's a telepathic thing."
She could tell that he really wanted to tell her, but he wasn't being very forthcoming with this information. Relationships had always been a touchy subject between them. They never had other partners, but they refused to call themselves a couple. Maybe he was afraid that if they labeled it, he would lose her? She knew why he couldn't let it slip past 'friends'. He would lose her one day, regardless of their relationship. If it meant saving him pain in the end, she would live with this distance forever. Even if she never had sex again. She shuddered a bit at the thought.
"This…bond. What was it?" she asked gently, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with her questioning.
"It was sort of like joining the minds. Actually, it was…just like that. Couples who were bonded could read each other's thoughts, feelings, everything. They were open books to each other. They were also inseparable, which is why it was outlawed. Men wouldn't leave to fight in the Time War if their wives couldn't be with them." He told her this, looking straight into her eyes. Their dinner forgotten, she listened carefully to every word he said. She felt herself wanting this bond more than anything. But if they couldn't be together in the human way because it would hurt him in the end, certainly this bond would be far more painful for him to break when she died. If anything was forbidden, this was certainly it. "So, these bonded people didn't even have to talk? They could speak telepathically?" she asked him.
He smiled. "We can speak telepathically without the bond" he said, only his lips didn't move. She gasped. She felt him in her head, like a slowly burning flame in the back of her mind. She loved it; didn't want him to leave. The fire cooled and died, and she was left feeling bereft and confused.
"Was that you?" she asked.
He smiled. "Yeah. Useful in danger, isn't it?"
Communicating thoughts of ways to never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
She laughed and reached across the table to smack him in the head. "All this time, you could do that and you never did! It would have saved me a couple bruises!"
He ducked her hand and laughed with her, their conversation returning to its light-hearted mood. "I hadn't told you I could do that when we weren't in danger. Don't you think you would have been rather confused if you suddenly heard my voice in your head with no explanation?"
She nodded. "You bloody alien, you should have told me years ago."
He took another bite of his food, and chuckled in his throat. "Probably. Always forgot."
"That big Time Lord brain, with thousands of thought trains simultaneously, and you forgot?" she asked incredulously.
"Hey! I never said I was perfect!"
She laughed. "Not in so many words."
They continued their meal in relative silence for a while, until Rose thought of something.
"I'm not telepathic." She said.
He looked at her, confused as to where she was going with this. "Not technically."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What does that mean, not technically?"
"Weeeellll", he said, putting his glasses on, "You're human, so not a telepathic race. But you took in the Time Vortex. It changed you. So, you're human…but not human. You're a telepathic human."
She considered this for a moment. "So I can talk to you in your head?"
He nodded. "But you wouldn't know how to do it, of course."
She felt a stab of indignation at that. If she had the capability to do that, she would certainly figure out how. She smiled to herself as the waitress came back with the check, glaring at her and still drooling over the Doctor.
Her Doctor.
She left without saying anything, only giving Rose one last angry glance.
They had finished their meal long ago, comfortable with reminiscing over old adventures. The waitress seemed rather annoyed at them for staying, especially since every time she came over the Doctor ignored her in favor of Rose.
Rose thought now would be a good time to attempt to use her 'telepathic capabilities' that the Doctor thought she had. She concentrated really hard at him, looking directly into his eyes.
He looked at her, confused, before his eyes widened. She felt the fire in her head again, and this time she had started it. "Wouldn't know how to do it, Doctor?" she thought to him.
His mouth opened and closed, and he looked at her with a completely confused face. It was a long moment before a smile of absolute pride spread across his face. "My Rose, only you would be stubborn enough to figure it out on your own!" he thought to her. She felt the link grow stronger with his participation and smiled at the feeling.
The Doctor glanced away and saw the waitress coming back to their table, a determined look on her face. Determination was never good. Not when it involved competition against Rose. He smiled at his companion and sent her a thought. "Here she comes again. Shall we give her a show?"
She smiled and nodded to him. Before she knew it, he had broken the link and leaned over the table toward her. She could hear the waitress's footsteps approaching and saw what he wanted her to do. She leaned toward him and he captured her lips with his.
They were both so instantly caught in the kiss that they didn't hear the woman's snort of disgust or her angry growl when she saw the size of her tip. They continued to kiss for what was much longer than necessary, before breaking apart and fumbling for their coats. Trying to act like nothing had happened; they left the restaurant and headed back to the TARDIS.
Bring what's yours; I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
She went to her room and changed into her pajamas, trying to act as though nothing had happened. Sure, that kiss was just for show. But they both knew that it meant so much more.
Was that the only time she was ever going to kiss him? When it was convenient for their mission, when she was dying, or when she was possessed? That wasn't the way that she wanted to live with him. She wanted to kiss him because she felt like it. But that wasn't going to happen, was it?
She looked around at her room, full of her things from home and others that she had gathered in their travels. Her room at home was almost completely empty. Her mum was sad about that, but they visited often. Some of the Doctor's things were in here as well. He never slept much, and usually followed her in here when she went to bed. He would tinker quietly with his gadgets as she slept, and it comforted her to know that he was there with her.
Her mum called her often, and sometimes he would pick up the phone for her if she was asleep. A few times she had woken during these conversations. He would tell her mother what they had been doing lately, and one time he had ended it with "Goodnight, mum."
He had called her mum "Mum". He considered Jackie his mother. Was that a good sign? She could never tell with him. She never let him know that she heard this. It would lead to a conversation that could only end awkwardly.
We'll leave a sign so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
They spent the next few months floating around the Milky Way galaxy. They went to beautiful places; party planets, giant gardens, Jurassic Park (which she and the Doctor had saved from a rather horrible accident that she was sure belonged in a movie somewhere). Everywhere they went, he taught her new words in his language. Soon they could converse almost entirely in Gallifreyan. She could tell that hearing it did wonders for his moods. He was almost always smiling now. It made her heart soar to think that she could do that.
He took her to a beautiful low-gravity planet. They flew through the clouds, hand in hand, and he taught her the Gallifreyan word for 'heaven'.
Was it a coincidence that he chose that word to teach her right then?
She hoped not. It was heaven to her, too. If only he would kiss her again.
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
They visited Jackie a few days after their trip to the low-gravity planet. Rose was surprised when they walked through the door and her mum hugged the Doctor first. Not only that, but he hugged her back. When had that happened?
Other than that odd event, the trip went on as normal. Well, as normal as it could be while learning an alien language and forgetting to say things out loud for the benefit of the only non-telepathic person in the room.
It was on the fourth day of their visit that Rose began to notice something. Up until then, the Doctor cut off their mental link when they were through talking, and they had to establish it again. She always felt horribly lonely when his mind left hers and the wonderful burning stopped. She wanted nothing more than to feel that all the time. It was becoming an addiction for her; that and watching the Doctor's face as she spoke to him in Gallifreyan. She loved the language so much that she used it almost exclusively around him, sometimes forgetting words in English. The mental link helped her to speak to him in his language; it was like his knowledge supported hers. She had just noticed something rather odd.
The Doctor stopped cutting off the link.
He left their minds connected, and didn't seem bothered by it in the least. Maybe his big Time Lord brain could handle the link with hundreds of other thoughts and not be bothered, but her human mind certainly noticed. She didn't want him to break the link, but she wanted to know what it meant that he was suddenly leaving it open. Her telepathic abilities had been growing now that they had begun to exercise them, and she was able to catch snippets of his thoughts. He knew this, and yet he kept the link. What did that mean?
Jackie was getting rather annoyed at their new method of communication. She missed parts of conversations and couldn't stand the 'racket' that the Gallifreyan language made. The Doctor explained to Rose that it sounded beautiful to them because they could hear the music along the sounds. All Jackie could hear were hisses and tongue-clicks. It drove her nuts, and she had no idea about the telepathic communication. What would her mum say?
Connecting her mind to his was much more intimate than anything she had ever done with a man. Granted, they were 'just friends' and he was much more trustworthy than any other man she had ever known, but she knew the mind link was intimate for him too.
What if this link turned into a bond? She would love that- but he would hurt so much when she died.
She was blindly searching for his love. She knew that it was there, but she dare not ask him to reveal it. The worst thing he could do to himself would be to give his hearts and mind to her. If he chose to do so, however, she would do everything she could to be worthy of that gift.
She knew he would give it to her if she asked.
Look for me the way you would if you were blind
Don't be so resistant
The question popped out suddenly and without provocation. They were sitting on her mum's sofa late one evening, cuddled up to one another (in a friendly way, of course) and conversing in Gallifreyan. She laid back against his chest and, without thinking, said "You used to close the link when we stopped talking. How come you leave it open now?"
His breath stopped in his chest. She tried to cover by rambling. Maybe they could pretend she had never asked? "It's not like I don't like it, it's convenient and comfortable. I like having the link. I mean, it's just strange of you to be so comfortable. Not that you can't be comfortable-" she stopped herself. "Bugger."
He laughed a little into her hair. He had known this question was coming for a while, and he was both anticipating and dreading his own answer. "I…can't close it." He said.
She turned to look at him fully, reverting to Gallifreyan. "What do you mean, you can't close it?"
He bowed his head in shame. "I didn't mean to, Rose. It was a complete accident. It was a mistake to open it to begin with, but…I mean, if you had been only a friend it would have been fine. But we both know you're not just a friend." He finished, his voice fading towards the end.
"What happened?" she asked. When he didn't reply, she tilted his face to look at her."Doctor?"
He looked into her eyes, guilt clouding his mind from her. "I…bonded us. In my sleep. I'm so sorry, Rose. You're stuck with me."
Normally she would have been struggling to contain her joy, but the sorrow in his eyes doused her excitement. "Can you undo it?" she asked.
The flash of hurt in his eyes made her instantly regret choosing those words. "No! I mean, I don't want you to undo it! I just…it'll hurt you." She said.
The hurt in his face dissipated, but his brow furrowed in concern. "No, it feels…amazing. Why would you say it will hurt me?"
She felt tears come to her eyes when she considered the scenario that would befall them in sixty years or so. "I'll die. And it'll tear your mind apart."
I've been known to travel much too fast
Is that you in the distance?
His face broke into a wide smile. She didn't expect that particular response. "Well, we're just going to have to find a way for you to live forever, then, aren't we?"
She grinned and nodded. "So you're not going to leave my mind again?" she asked.
He shook his head. "I can't. You're stuck with me, Rose Tyler."
She laughed. "Good."
They snuggled together a little more, and Rose was left to ponder what this meant for their relationship. She hadn't expected bonding to be so…easy. She thought that they would be closer than any two people could be. So why weren't they one mind? She was pretty sure that hadn't happened. The Doctor seemed to sense her concern.
"What's wrong?"
She sighed against his chest "It's not what I expected."
She felt him gulp. So, he was hiding something, then.
"It's not complete." He said.
She pushed away from him so that she could see his face. "How do we complete it, then?"
He looked away and blushed.
Ah. She understood now.
Communicating thoughts of ways to never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
He didn't want her? No. He loved her, she knew this. He never said it, but she knew. If he loved her, then surely he wanted her. So, why was he so…shy about it? He wasn't a virgin, and she certainly wasn't either. He answered her question without her having to ask it. Or did she ask it? It was hard to keep things straight with the telepathic link. Sometimes she sent stuff she didn't mean to.
"I'm not doing that until I ask your mum."
She looked at him with surprise. "My mum? Doctor, I'm 24 years old! And I've certainly had sex before."
His eyes got very serious. "You've never been married before."
Shock coursed through her. So, he was asking her to marry him? Of course! He had said bonding was like marriage. She was…getting married? To the Doctor? How much more bloody domestic could you possibly get? Despite these thoughts, she felt a smile spread across her face.
"So, you're proposing to me then?"
"More like presupposing, really. I kind of already married you." He said this so nonchalantly that she almost missed the guilt in it.
"Doctor, don't you dare beat yourself up for this!"
He looked up at her, clearly trying to mask the self-hatred she had been trying to heal for years. She continued. "I love you, Doctor! Nothing could ever make me regret this! Don't tell me that you don't want this, too. If you don't, then you don't have to marry me. We'll stay friends. Bonded friends." Even as she said this, she knew it wouldn't be true. It would kill her to be 'married' to him and never be with him properly.
It wasn't until she saw the surprised look on his face that she realized what she had said. Yes, he knew she loved him. But saying it out loud made it real. "Rose, if I didn't want this, if I didn't love you, I could not have bonded us. Not even by accident in my sleep. It takes deep emotional ties to create a bond. Much deeper than friendship."
She almost lost everything he had said after "love you". Luckily part of her brain was paying enough attention to remember. She felt a smile break out on her face and she leaned in to give him a chaste kiss. He returned it gently.
There was a shuffling sound in the hallway and they broke apart abruptly. The Doctor dashed for the remote, flipping the telly on and knocking over a vase of potpourri in his haste to return it to its original place. Jackie walked in the room, raising an eyebrow at the spilled vase.
"What are you two still doing up? It's almost one in the morning!"
Rose shrugged. "I guess it's the weird sleep schedule I keep."
The Doctor chimed in proudly "she's moved to only one REM cycle every 36 hours!"
Jackie sent him a glare for using scientific abbreviations at such an ungodly hour before shuffling into the kitchen for a glass of water. Rose found that this was a good time to release her laughter at his antics.
"Just what were you hoping to accomplish with that?" she laughed.
He bent down to pick up the bits of potpourri that had spilled onto the carpet. "What would you mother have thought to walk in here and see us like that?"
"She would have come to some very right conclusions."
He quirked his brow at her. "And what conclusions would those be?"
"That you had just confessed your deep and undying love for me." She teased.
He looked back up at her. "You're right. She would have come to the correct conclusion there."
She blushed under his intense gaze. He looked away and went back to cleaning up the potpourri. Not without complaining wholeheartedly, though.
"What is the purpose of this stuff? Looks like breakfast, smells like your auntie!" he griped.
Rose laughed. "You so stole that from a TV show."
He laughed with her.
Bring what's yours; I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
"So, Rose. When should I ask your mum?" he said when he plopped back on the sofa beside her.
"Ask me what?"
They both froze. Jackie was standing in the entryway to the kitchen, a very curious look on her face.
"Well, out with it. Ask me what?" she pried.
The Doctor glanced at Rose and knew there was nothing for it. Standing up, he marched over to Jackie and took her right hand in both of his. She looked thoroughly confused now, looking up at him questioningly. The Doctor took a deep breath.
"May I marry your daughter?"
Jackie froze for a moment before starting in on him. Though this wasn't exactly the type of nagging he expected.
"Well, It's about bloody time you proposed. Here she's been, waitin' around, givin' you the best years of her life, and you just go sauntering about the universe"- she cut herself off. "Of course you can marry her, Doctor."
The Doctor laughed happily and Rose came up to his side. He put his arm around her shoulders and Jackie thought they looked just like she and Pete had looked.
They said their goodnights and headed off to bed.
We'll leave a sign so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
Despite her mum's intense protests, the Doctor and Rose chose to have a small wedding on the low-gravity planet they had visited so long ago. Rose and her mother went and bought her dress the next day. She was drawn to a white gown with dark blue trim. It was plain for the most part, with a square neckline and long, flowing sleeves. It wasn't too large in the skirt. The trim formed a sash around her waist and the neckline. She wouldn't have normally chosen a dress like that, but for some reason she felt it was appropriate. Jackie was just excited to buy her daughter a wedding dress, nevermind how strange the choice was.
While they were shopping, the Doctor went to collect Jack. He agreed to represent the Doctor's family, since he had no living relatives. Though he didn't show it, he felt deeply honored to be invited to the wedding of the last Time Lord in existence. He'd get to see Rosie in a pretty dress, too. He got a smack at that thought.
Ah. The Doctor could still tell when he was thinking lecherous thoughts.
They married the next day on that planet they called 'heaven'. It was a short, simple ceremony uniting the last of the Time Lords with the human that had saved him. There was no reception, but her mum got to take all the pictures she wanted.
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
They didn't have a "honeymoon" per se, but they dashed off in the TARDIS as soon as they delivered Jackie and Jack back home. They stood in the console room, a married couple. This wasn't what Rose had imagined, but it was perfect. He took her face in his hands.
"Rose. Do you know what that dress looks like?" he asked.
She shook her head, eager to have an explanation for the expression on his face when she walked down the aisle toward him.
"That is almost an exact replica of the wedding gown of Gallifrey. Where did you find it?"
She smiled. "I saw it in the dress shop. It just seemed to fit."
He laughed. "That's my Rose."
They were silent for a moment before he spoke softly.
"Are you ready to finish the bond, Rose?"
Communicating thoughts of ways to never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
She nodded to him. "Absolutely."
He led her to his room, where they made love softly. As they joined their bodies, their minds followed. They became one person- the Doctor and his Rose. The Bad Wolf and the Oncoming Storm. The TARDIS approved, singing a song throughout time and space.
Bring what's yours; I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sign so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
Afterwards she lay against his chest. She breathed his name softly- his true name. And he smiled.
A/N: So, what did you think of the third installment? I've got a few more songs lined up, but I have some other plot bunnies running around. Either away, I'll be posting again soon! I've been writing a lot lately!
Reviews are writer's crack! : )
With love,
doctorrosetyler