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19 May 2007 @ 11:15 am
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Pairing: 10/Rose, (with a little 9 in later chapters)
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: This is an AU, Post-Doomsday Reunion Fic. Spoilers include any and all episodes in Series 1-2 of Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, If I did you'd be watching this story on TV
Synopsis: Rose gets a strange visitor who may hold the answers to all she seeks. A romantic Doctor/Rose reunion story, with some action thrown in for good measure.

Chapter 8
Just Like Old Times


“I’m so scared.”

The Doctor snapped to attention the second the words were spoken, his entire countenance changing instantly from unconcerned to on guard. “Tyler I want you to try to pinpoint its location,” he instructed, while liberating his trousers out from under the bed and hastily pulling them on. “Concentrate really hard and remember it isn’t you feeling this. Distance yourself from the emotions. Can you do that for me?”

There was silence for a few agonizing heartbeats before Tyler’s disembodied voice came back through the intercom. “I’ll try,” he answered shakily,” but there’s so much of it. It feels like hate is emanating from every corner of the ship.”

“I’m coming Tyler,” the Doctor assured his son as he frantically searched the room for more clothing. He located his shirt from under one the throw pillows Rose had tossed onto the floor just a few hours earlier. He pulled it on, choosing to not waste time with the buttons and spotted one blue trainer underneath his desk chair in the corner. He hopped a little as he pulled it on, not bothering with socks, and threw one more instruction at his son. “Stay put,” he warned, “we don’t know what’s causing this yet.”

“I know Dad,” the boy replied, “Rule number one: don’t wander off.”

“Right,” the Doctor muttered under his breath as he searched for the other trainer. “Like anyone ever pays attention to that one.” He glanced around the room again, “and where’s my bloody shoe!”

“Looking for this?” A voice suddenly said from directly behind him. He turned to find a fully dressed, albeit wrinkled, Rose Tyler holding the missing trainer.

“And Rose comes to my rescue,” he exclaimed, moving to pull it on. “It’s just like old times, isn’t it?” He stopped momentarily to glance up at her. “I don’t know how I did so long without you.” Not waiting for her response, the Doctor leaped from his place in front of her and started collecting items from around the room and shoving them into a small bag.

“Are you sure there’s something in the TARDIS?” Rose asked, taking the bag from him as he put on his glasses to inspect a large board with wires running through it. “I thought nothing could get in here, ever.”

The Doctor checked to make sure the sonic screwdriver was in his trouser pocket before turning to address her concerns. His fearless expression contradicted the true feelings coursing though him. “Anything’s possible Rose,” He told her. “When you and Tyler arrived on this planet I hadn’t seen him for over a week. The rest of the archaeological team had already left the planet and I’d refused to go with them.” Rose glared at him incredulously, she’d had no idea he’d had to wait that long. “I was consumed with worry for my son. I thought I might never see him again, or the TARDIS, or anything resembling a civilized world ever again. I might have been stuck on that moon forever, alone. I was so focused on getting to Tyler when I ran into the TARDIS, and so shocked to see you, that I might not have noticed something sneaking in behind me. Besides,” he added, turning to locate the last object he might need, “That boy might only be only fifteen years old, but he’s the most powerful empath I’ve ever met. If he says there’s something hateful on this ship, I believe him.”

“Fifteen!” Rose exclaimed incredulously, shifting the bag to her shoulder. “There’s no way that boy is over twelve years old, and that’s being generous.”

“With a life span of over four hundred years, his people age much slower than humans. Emotionally and physically he’s equivalent to about a ten year old child from Earth.” The Doctor took a fortifying breath before restlessly running his fingers though his already disheveled hair. “He’s a child, Rose,” he said gravely. “He’s my son and he’s scared of something I can’t feel with him.”

“He’s going to be fine.” Rose said confidently, moving to touch his arm. “You’re the Doctor and I’m Rose Tyler and together,” she smiled, “we’re unstoppable.”

The Doctor’s answering grin was pure joy in spite of the situation. He laid his palm against her cheek and leaned in for a brief kiss. “I love you.”

Rose smiled back. “Quite right too,” she replied, reaching out to take his hand. Then, fingers entwined, they ran down the corridor.

Chapter 9
 
 
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