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"Heartbeat" by soaring_smiles (T)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose Tyler/The (Tenth) Doctor
Length: 5769 words
Author on LJ: soaring_smiles
Author Website: FFN
Why this must be read: I had been wondering for a while why Rose got off seemingly consequence-free after absorbing the heart of the TARDIS, while the Doctor regenerated and Jack sort of stopped and even Blon Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen reverted back to an egg form when exposed to it. This fic takes a clear idea--that there were consequences--and runs with it in a fascinating, enigmatic direction that takes into account classic- and Moffat-era Who as well as Rose's tenure. The writing has an eerie poetic quality, and anyone who loved "The Doctor's Wife" will certainly be entranced.
The console room is warm and cozy, lights glowing comfortingly, and his trainers sticking out from under the machinery. Rose places her hand on the wall to say hello to the TARDIS, and it burns her palm.
"Are you alright?" he asks. She hisses, jerking away. "Didn't do anything to annoy the old girl? You know how she gets."
"Yeah," she mutters.
His dirt-flecked face peers out at her, hair stuck at insane angles, his fingers coated in oil. "You look tired. Sleep badly? I have some medication for that you know. They invent some drug in the thirty fourth century, puts you straight off for however long you want to be asleep for...Rose?"
She stares at him. Cold is digging under her skin, spreading icy chills throughout her veins and settling in just behind her heart.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" she asks, and he looks at her a little sharply.
"No one knows," he says. "Been reading Lewis Carroll? Great man, bit mad, but all the best people are, really."
He looks as if she should say something.
youbroketherules, something treacherous says inside her head. It starts to ache, throbbing behind her eyes, gold spots dancing in her vision.
She blinks.
"I think I might make some tea." Slowly, she turns and the pain flees as quickly as it came. He grins, that lovely melting smile that always coaxes some reciprocation out of her.
"Four sugars, ta."
Her steps feel heavy.
Heartbeat
(For an unrelated and simpler but worthwhile story along similar lines, you can also check out the girl that time loved.)
Pairing: Rose Tyler/The (Tenth) Doctor
Length: 5769 words
Author on LJ: soaring_smiles
Author Website: FFN
Why this must be read: I had been wondering for a while why Rose got off seemingly consequence-free after absorbing the heart of the TARDIS, while the Doctor regenerated and Jack sort of stopped and even Blon Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen reverted back to an egg form when exposed to it. This fic takes a clear idea--that there were consequences--and runs with it in a fascinating, enigmatic direction that takes into account classic- and Moffat-era Who as well as Rose's tenure. The writing has an eerie poetic quality, and anyone who loved "The Doctor's Wife" will certainly be entranced.
The console room is warm and cozy, lights glowing comfortingly, and his trainers sticking out from under the machinery. Rose places her hand on the wall to say hello to the TARDIS, and it burns her palm.
"Are you alright?" he asks. She hisses, jerking away. "Didn't do anything to annoy the old girl? You know how she gets."
"Yeah," she mutters.
His dirt-flecked face peers out at her, hair stuck at insane angles, his fingers coated in oil. "You look tired. Sleep badly? I have some medication for that you know. They invent some drug in the thirty fourth century, puts you straight off for however long you want to be asleep for...Rose?"
She stares at him. Cold is digging under her skin, spreading icy chills throughout her veins and settling in just behind her heart.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" she asks, and he looks at her a little sharply.
"No one knows," he says. "Been reading Lewis Carroll? Great man, bit mad, but all the best people are, really."
He looks as if she should say something.
youbroketherules, something treacherous says inside her head. It starts to ache, throbbing behind her eyes, gold spots dancing in her vision.
She blinks.
"I think I might make some tea." Slowly, she turns and the pain flees as quickly as it came. He grins, that lovely melting smile that always coaxes some reciprocation out of her.
"Four sugars, ta."
Her steps feel heavy.
Heartbeat
(For an unrelated and simpler but worthwhile story along similar lines, you can also check out the girl that time loved.)
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I had been wondering for a while why Rose got off seemingly consequence-free after absorbing the heart of the TARDIS, while the Doctor regenerated and Jack sort of stopped and even Blon Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen reverted back to an egg form when exposed to it.
Because Rose is an obnoxious Canon!Sue, obviously.Uh... I've got nothing.