Doctor Who Fic: "Rose" [1/1]
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walkwithheroesTitle: Rose
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Rated: G
Spoilers: Aliens of London and minor stuff for series one.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, that alright?
Pairings: Nine/Rose
Summary: Rose can’t help but think the Doctor looks out of place in his long leather coat.
Author's Note: Written for the Happy!Who Fic-a-thon,(this one is "soap") which was started at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
time_and_chips by faythbrady Thanks to my beta, of course.
The Doctor, Rose thinks, smells fresh.
No matter what time of day it is or what they’ve been doing, he smells fresh. There is a part of her that thinks he should smell like leather, but he doesn’t smell like leather at all.
She remembers that Mickey smells like chips and the garage. Jimmy Stone smelt like weed and cheap beer. She can’t remember what her father smelt like, only she knows he smelt like aftershave and Jackie when he died.
Smell’s supposed to be important. Rose remembers reading somewhere that people are attracted to one another based on smell. Or maybe that was animals?
Mickey once told Rose that she smelt like cheap perfume and chips. Jimmy always told her: “You smell like roses and sex, babe.” Looking back, she hopes both Mickey and Jimmy are wrong; she hopes the Doctor smells something else, anything else, when he’s around her.
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Rose can’t help but think the Doctor looks out of place in his long leather coat. They are on Earth, in what will be Virginia, in what will become America.
Sitting in the grass together, the duo is completely at ease. Rose gently makes a crown of wild flowers, while the Doctor busies himself by making a few repairs to the sonic screwdriver.
“I’m getting grass stains on my jeans. Mum’ll have a fit.” Rose says, her eyes shining.
The Doctor glances up from his work, shrugs, and then smiles widely. “It might be worth it. Just make sure she doesn’t slap me for it.” Rose giggles lightly. “I can still feel it, you know.” He rubs his cheek for effect, though they both know Rose doesn’t believe anything he says at that moment.
“You’re such a wimp,” she laughs again.
“You keep making those crowns, and you’ll end up smelling like grass.” The Doctor comments off handily.
Rose gives him a serious look. “And, I don’t usually smell like grass?” The Doctor just stares at her, almost as if he’s trying to decide the best way to answer her. “ S’alright if you . . . you smell fresh, you know that?” She nods to herself. “Yeah, like . . . really nice soap or something. Even when we’re running through swamps or full of alien goo. You always smell . . . fresh. I like it.” She hopes she’s not blushing. “Mickey used to say I smell like chips and cheap perfume.”
The Doctor is quiet for a moment, before he tells Rose: “Mickey’s an idiot.”
Rose shrugs, the picture of casualty. “So, what do I smell like?” She’s staring hard at him now, her eyes focused on his. Don’t say roses. She pleads inside her head. If he says roses . . . then, he’s really no better than Jimmy Stone. And Rose knows she can’t go back to Jackie and Mickey, not a second time.
“You, Rose Tyler, smell like . . . Rose.” The Doctor tells her in all seriousness. “Bit like chips, bit like that perfume of yours, bit like soap and water. You smell like Rose.” He puts the sonic screwdriver away and relaxes his body. “I like the way you smell, ‘cause it’s real.”
This, Rose thinks, is real. They’re real.
She closes her eyes, takes in the sounds around them, and lays down onto the grass. There’s a moment, and she hears the Doctor settle himself down beside her. Another moment passes, and she feels him slip his hand into hers.
This, Rose thinks, is a perfect day.
Author:
walkwithheroesRated: G
Spoilers: Aliens of London and minor stuff for series one.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, that alright?
Pairings: Nine/Rose
Summary: Rose can’t help but think the Doctor looks out of place in his long leather coat.
Author's Note: Written for the Happy!Who Fic-a-thon,(this one is "soap") which was started at
time_and_chips by faythbrady Thanks to my beta, of course.The Doctor, Rose thinks, smells fresh.
No matter what time of day it is or what they’ve been doing, he smells fresh. There is a part of her that thinks he should smell like leather, but he doesn’t smell like leather at all.
She remembers that Mickey smells like chips and the garage. Jimmy Stone smelt like weed and cheap beer. She can’t remember what her father smelt like, only she knows he smelt like aftershave and Jackie when he died.
Smell’s supposed to be important. Rose remembers reading somewhere that people are attracted to one another based on smell. Or maybe that was animals?
Mickey once told Rose that she smelt like cheap perfume and chips. Jimmy always told her: “You smell like roses and sex, babe.” Looking back, she hopes both Mickey and Jimmy are wrong; she hopes the Doctor smells something else, anything else, when he’s around her.
***********************************************************************
Rose can’t help but think the Doctor looks out of place in his long leather coat. They are on Earth, in what will be Virginia, in what will become America.
Sitting in the grass together, the duo is completely at ease. Rose gently makes a crown of wild flowers, while the Doctor busies himself by making a few repairs to the sonic screwdriver.
“I’m getting grass stains on my jeans. Mum’ll have a fit.” Rose says, her eyes shining.
The Doctor glances up from his work, shrugs, and then smiles widely. “It might be worth it. Just make sure she doesn’t slap me for it.” Rose giggles lightly. “I can still feel it, you know.” He rubs his cheek for effect, though they both know Rose doesn’t believe anything he says at that moment.
“You’re such a wimp,” she laughs again.
“You keep making those crowns, and you’ll end up smelling like grass.” The Doctor comments off handily.
Rose gives him a serious look. “And, I don’t usually smell like grass?” The Doctor just stares at her, almost as if he’s trying to decide the best way to answer her. “ S’alright if you . . . you smell fresh, you know that?” She nods to herself. “Yeah, like . . . really nice soap or something. Even when we’re running through swamps or full of alien goo. You always smell . . . fresh. I like it.” She hopes she’s not blushing. “Mickey used to say I smell like chips and cheap perfume.”
The Doctor is quiet for a moment, before he tells Rose: “Mickey’s an idiot.”
Rose shrugs, the picture of casualty. “So, what do I smell like?” She’s staring hard at him now, her eyes focused on his. Don’t say roses. She pleads inside her head. If he says roses . . . then, he’s really no better than Jimmy Stone. And Rose knows she can’t go back to Jackie and Mickey, not a second time.
“You, Rose Tyler, smell like . . . Rose.” The Doctor tells her in all seriousness. “Bit like chips, bit like that perfume of yours, bit like soap and water. You smell like Rose.” He puts the sonic screwdriver away and relaxes his body. “I like the way you smell, ‘cause it’s real.”
This, Rose thinks, is real. They’re real.
She closes her eyes, takes in the sounds around them, and lays down onto the grass. There’s a moment, and she hears the Doctor settle himself down beside her. Another moment passes, and she feels him slip his hand into hers.
This, Rose thinks, is a perfect day.
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Date: 2007-02-27 10:25 pm (UTC)At the end, I mentally went, 'awww! SO CUTE!'
(I couldn't actually do it, though... too many people around...)
Your Nine makes me grin.
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Date: 2007-02-28 03:52 am (UTC)Oh, thank you. I haven't written him much. But, I adore him.
BTW: love your icon.
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Date: 2007-02-28 03:54 am (UTC)Awww, thank you. :)
and every time I do, I keep making happy sighs.
Oh, thank you again. Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2007-03-01 07:40 am (UTC)it was so adorable!
:) thank you for writing it.
i could really picture this happening..
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simply adorable.
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Date: 2008-06-12 08:50 pm (UTC)Even though I normally read the tenth Doctor, this was lovely. Made me smile and I loved the interaction between them.
Also, I can really picture this exchange:
“I can still feel it, you know.” He rubs his cheek for effect, though they both know Rose doesn’t believe anything he says at that moment.
“You’re such a wimp,” she laughs again.
Thanks for such a nice fic!
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