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And away from Jack Harkness’ face on the magazine cover, with the headline announcing the ‘Intergalactic Bachelor of the Year’

It’s a good thing Giac’s hold on Fanny’s hand is firm and tight.

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He was free.

She had no idea why he though they were free. 

► New beginings - Twelfth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► @doctorroseprompts ficmas challenge, day thirty-one: “new begginings” + @legendslikestardust (hellos and goodbyes, soft). ► DW Verse, Teen and up. ► 1,180 words. He had been holding back his regeneration for too long for fear of changing again, for fear of what he would look like. There was a time he wouldn’t have wanted to change for fear of the future, but his future was nice so far. He still had his lovely blonde by his side and she would forever be. Even if he became the worst jerk ever seen in the universe, she would make him change into a better man. She always had, and always would because she was the purest person he had ever met in all his lives. He was just tired of changing, tired of losing himself with every regeneration, tired of feeling like his final hour had come. But he had been holding it back for too long now. It was either changing or dying, and he couldn’t do that with the woman he loved looking at him with concern and unable to come closer to help as he stumbled and fell to his knees. He managed to stand back up and pulled a lever down. The TARDIS made her wheezing sound that usually was so comforting to the couple, but couldn’t stifle their sadness at the moment. The Doctor pressed his fingers to his forehead. He was getting dizzy and his sight was being a blur. A representation of the universe was displayed on the screen and his goodbye words slowly came out of his mouth. “Oh, there it is. Silly old universe. The more I save it, the more it needs saving. It’s a treadmill.” The TARDIS made sounds of protestation in response to his words, but Rose was still silent. “Yes. Yes, I know. They’ll get it all wrong without me.” The Time Rotor noisily went on and off. The machine was listening, and replying. “Well, I suppose, one more lifetime wouldn’t kill anyone.” Both the Doctor and Rose glanced at his hand that was glowing with the regeneration energy. The end was coming, and the TARDIS knew it. “You wait a moment, Doctor. Let’s get it right.” He wasn’t done yet, he needed a little bit more time. A few more minutes with his TARDIS and wife. He climbed the stairs to the upper walkway, his hand on the handrail as he limped forward, still leaning on the handrail, to have a better sight of the console room before ruining everything. “I’ve got a few things to say to you. Basic stuff first. Never be cruel, never be cowardly, and never, ever eat pears!” He pointed a finger at the Time Rotor before holding the handrail again. Rose couldn’t help the smile. The Doctor and pears, a long story. “Remember, hate is always foolish and love is always wise.” He went downstairs again and walked close to the console. He swallowed. It was getting harder to hold it back. “Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. Oh, and you mustn’t tell anyone your name.” He was still walking around the console. Even in his last minutes of life, he couldn’t stay in one place. “No one would understand it anyway. Except…” Except his wife. His Rose knew it, and she understood it. He knew she would never tell it to anyone. It was his secret, their secret, and they would keep it untold. There was only another small amount of people who could know and understand. A very particular sort of people. It was too much. The pain, the energy burning, the new Doctor waiting. He was left breathless for a second and fell to his knees again. He pressed a hand on his side and put the other one on the ground to lean on it. Rose was watching him, unable to say a word. She wished she could do something for him, to help him with his pain. “Except children. Children can hear it sometimes, if their hearts are in the right place, and the stars are too. Children can hear your name.” He grabbed the console and grunted in pain. Just a few more seconds. “But nobody else. Nobody else. Ever.” He pushed himself off the floor and pointed at the Time Rotor again, but he was talking both to Rose and to the next Doctor. “Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind. Doctor, I let you go.” Rose closed her eyes and turned her head away as the regeneration streamed out of him causing some important damages to the TARDIS. When it was over, the Doctor stood still for a moment. His signet ring slipped from his finger and fell to the ground with a metallic noise. This body felt strange, different. A hand grabbed the screen of the scanner and a reflection appeared. He had become a woman. For the first time in numerous generations, he had become a woman. That was really exciting. She turned to face Rose who was looking at her new body, astounded by the sudden change. “Rose Tyler!” The accent had moved from a Scottish one, to a Northern England one. Back to the old days somehow. Rose didn’t say a thing as her new Doctor walked to her and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. Oh, it was a nice chance for sure, and she could get used to it really quickly. “Hello,” softly murmured the new Doctor against her lips. “Hello,” stammered Rose. “You will always love me, right?” “Forever, Doctor.” The second kiss was just as soft and delicate as a petal, just like the momentarily warm hand stroking her face, just like the thin fingers tangling themselves in her blonde hair. It was definitely gonna be fantastic to live that brand new adventure together. “Brilliant!” The Doctor walked back to the console and pressed a button. There was an explosion and sparks flew from the machine. The scanners proclaimed a systems crisis with multiple operations failures – no freshly regenerated Doctor had been able to pilot the TARDIS properly, but she was the worst. The TARDIS snapped back into normal space, tilted drastically and kept going band. The Cloister Bell was still tolling. The Doctor tried to hang on to the console that Rose was already gripping but she was having troubles keeping a hold of it. “Doctor!” screamed Rose. The Doctor lost her grip, and Rose caught her hand just in time. Oh, it reminded her too much of the Canary Wharf battle when she had desperately held on the lever until the void closed. However, she couldn’t hold on that way for too long, and she couldn’t lose the Doctor. They had to stay together. So, she let go of the console and they both slid towards the open doors with papers flying out of the TARDIS. As they were falling in the nothingness of a foreign night sky, the Time Rotor exploded and the TARDIS disappeared. How they were gonna survive that, Rose didn’t know. It was another of their chaotic new beginning, but they were firmly holding each other’s hand. With a beginning like that, the rest was gonna be epic…

► Bells - Fem!Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► @doctorroseprompts ficmas challenge, day six: “bells” + @legendslikestardust (winter/holiday). ► DW Verse, Teen and up. ► 641 words. Since he was a little girl, Jane Smith loved hearing the bells chime. She used to sit by the window and listen to them. She found them comforting. They were steady, unchanging, always ringing each hour passing by. They never failed, never were late. They had always been there to fill the hole digging her heart slowly as she was losing her family, as she was falling into a life of loneliness. Her life was rhythmed by the bells ringing. Weddings of friends, funerals of her family, time running its course. The music of life and death. And love. She had met her by chance in the school they were both working in. She was the new art teacher, and midday was ringing. The students had run out of the room and she was gathering her stuff and cleaning the room. Jane was going to her own classroom when she caught sight of her. The sun was bathing her into a golden halo, and the woman’s heart was echoing the bells. She had lost her sense of time and reason as she observed the blonde. The latter had caught her eyes watching her and smiled shyly at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Their first date happened in a coffee shop. Jane could remember the ringing of the small bell above the door every time someone was coming in. That ringing and the blonde’s laugh were the only thing she could remember from that day. It could have been a good or a bad day for her, she didn’t remember. Most likely a good one since Rose had wanted to see her again. Date after date, secret meetings in the school when no one was looking, they got to know each other. There were people suspecting something about them and rumours but the women were only playing with them. Their first kiss happened during the Christmas night. They were walking under the snow right after dinner. Rose was overexcited and kept squealing at the Christmas lights and at the snow. It was amusing Jane actually. Rose had a child’s soul, and it was as refreshing as comforting. No one had made her feel so young, so happy and so safe since her mother. She hadn’t realised how much she had missed it until Rose came into her life. Perhaps she was the right person. Perhaps she would be the one showing her that there were things worth fighting for. And they kissed in front of a church and its midnight mass as midnight rang. The future told her just that. Day after day, month after month, their relationship was improving and they were falling deeper in love with each other. They were sharing more and more things and soon enough, they moved in together in a small flat facing one of the churches of the town. Rose knew how much Jane loved the sound of the bells and she had insisted on them renting that one. And every night, they were sitting by the window with a cuppa and listening to the sound of bells chiming. That was during one of those nights that Rose asked for her hand in marriage and the last hit of eleven was still ringing in the air when Jane said yes. And there they were, holding hands in the ceremony room of the city hall, facing the mayor and smiling. It was finally the day they were getting bounded to each other with a ring, the day their forever began. Their family and friends were all there to witness their union, to witness them saying yes to a forever they had thought impossible in the past. They walked through the doors to the sounds of people applauding and of the bells ringing the music of love Jane loved so much since forever…

► Cosy - Twelfth Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► @doctorroseprompts ficmas challenge, day thirty: “cosy” + @legendslikestardust (longing, blue). ► DW Verse, Teen and up. ► 846 words. He wanted her to forgive him for forgetting the presents on Christmas day. She had told him that she wasn’t mad at him, that she had known that he would forget because his current self wasn’t much into celebrations. Christmas was sorta new to him. His previous incarnation was the one who loved it the most. He couldn’t be as energetic or as enthusiast as he used to be. He was too old for this shit in his opinion, but Rose, as old as she was now – at least, in terms of age since the Bad Wolf was slowing her ageing down – still was a kid deep inside and loved her Christmas traditions and he had always tried to make sure they were respecting them so she was fully happy and didn’t regret her life on Earth much. They were almost never coming back there now. They had no reason to anymore since Jackie had passed away. Anyway, to make himself forgiven for being an idiot unable to do even the smallest things to make his wife happy, he had wondered what he could possibly do for a change, and as he was web surfing, he had found an idea. Thankfully, she thought that his sonic glasses were ridiculous – but she still liked him wearing them: after all, he was a rock star – so she never used them and could never see his internet history, thankfully. So she couldn’t know what he had in mind. He had just told her to get ready for their next adventure, that it was gonna fantastic – he loved when he was making some references to the past selves she had known – and that she would love it. She had wanted to know what it was all about but he hadn’t told her anything about it. He wanted her to have the full surprise of it. And she did. He had invented a whole treasure hunt for her. Just like kids liked them. It was full of enigmas she had to solve to find him. He had made it all for her but had to admit he had had fun too. The enigmas were perfect for her, all related to an adventure they had lived together in the past and it was giving her a clue for the next step until she finally reached the small cottage he was hiding in, waiting for her. It had been a bit long, not because the enigmas were hard – after all, his Rose was more than clever and those enigmas were a piece of cake for her – but because he had put too many of them on it. However, when she had come through the door triumphantly, his wait was rewarded. She was wearing the outfit he had asked her to wear. She had been obeying for once, but she was cold and wondered what it was all about. “There you are! Been lookin’ for you for hours.” “It wasn’t supposed to be so long, but it is on me.” “What are we doing here?” He tapped the huge ottoman he was slouched on – no way to be sat properly on this, but it was rather cosy – for her to come by his side. She raised an eyebrow but obeyed anyway. She closed the door, locked it and got rid of her coat before she let herself fall beside him. She had a moan of contentment because of how comfortable and warm it was after walking for hours, and when the Doctor wrapped his arms around her, she couldn’t help but snuggled up against him. She looked up at him and met his blue eyes, much greyer than the blue eyes of the Doctor she had first met but still that deep blue that was making her melt at the core and she was filled with a sudden and irrepressible longing for him. “Not now, Rose Tyler,” he murmured in her ear with his Scottish accent. It made her shiver. Every time the Doctor was pronouncing her name with that accent of his – they all had their accent and she had loved them all – she was falling in love with the way it sounded in his mouth. She particularly liked when he was saying her name in those moments of intimacy where he could barely speak and she was taking the word in her mouth with a kiss. “So you made me walk all the way to here, in this warm and cosy cottage?” “I did.” “Is there a reason for this?” “Oh, I needed to find a way to be forgiven for forgetting the gifts.” “Doctor…” “No, that was on me. So I wanted to do something to fix it. I thought that a whole week-end in this lovely cottage could be perfect.” Rose grinned at him, and her tongue poking out betrayed his longing for her. He cupped her still cold cheek and leant towards her to place a soft kiss on her lips. They would have all the weekend to satisfy the desire that was burning in their hearts and body…

► Scarf - Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► @doctorroseprompts ficmas challenge, day twenty-nine: “scarf” + @legendslikestardust (winter/holiday). ► DW Verse, Teen and up. ► 467 words. The Doctor was looking at Rose amused by the fact she was wrapping a scarf around his neck. She had insisting on him having it because of how cold the weather was lately. She didn’t want him to be cold, and he liked the fact that she was so attentive to him and trying to take care of him like he was taking care of her. It was amusing him because he didn’t need any scarf or coat. His superior biology was taking the variations of temperature in charge, and he didn’t have to worry about such unimportant things. Anyway, he didn’t mind Rose wrapping a scarf around his neck. He was doing the same for her. She was immune against the smallest viruses thanks to the dormant Bad Wolf in her mind, but it was an old habit for her to get ready to face the cold. A human habit she didn’t need anymore. The scarf reminded him of one of his past selves. The fourth Doctor used to wear a very long and colourful scarf and that was why the situation was amusing him so much. He had gotten rid of the scarf in his fifth incarnation – to replace it with a branch of celery, that wasn’t much better – and he could have missed it at times. It was a nice memory to think about for once. He wished to have more nice memories like that. It was making him smile. “You are thinking about something nice, Doctor.” “How do you know?” “You are smiling.” “I am always smiling.” “This you is indeed. What is making you smile that way?” “The scarf reminds me of a past self.” “You used to wear a scar?” “My fourth self used to. A very long and colourful scarf. I had a hat too. And I was very tall.” “I wish I could have seen that.” “Wait for it.” He grabbed the scanner screen and brought it back to them as the TARDIS was looking for a picture of him in his fourth incarnation. When it appeared on the screen, Rose curiously looked at the picture. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at it. “Oi!” “Sorry. But you had a very peculiar style back then.” “You should have seen my sixth self.” Another picture appeared on the screen and Rose couldn’t hold back her laugh that time. The Doctor pouted at her mocking him but she nudged him gently. She loved spending those little moments with him, when he was sharing those moments of his past without being ashamed. She would just mock him a bit, but it was never mean. After that moment of laugh, she took his hand and led him outside to face their new adventure that was only waiting for them…