#drunkonpancakes

Oh how good that felt.

[…]Forcibly pushing him away, gravity pulling her to keep her back against the alley’s wall, Rose could feel her jumper tearing on the rough bricks, but could hardly care. Her honey eyes stared at him with so much questioning on her face, that he suddenly took a terrified step back.

“Oh dear, me. Oh dear…this is new for you then, and I have completely acted…” He gulped, his Adams Apple bobbing with the action. “You did say that you were meeting me out of order. Oh my. This must be so soon for you then. How many trips have you made in the Cannon so far?”

“My second…” She trailed off still slightly in shock of her inhibitions towards him.

“Your second? By Rassillion.” He swore, closing his eyes and scrubbing at the bridge of his nose, disgusted with himself. “You are still so early in your own timeline and I’ve gone a buggered it all up with my needin’ you… I was just… so happy to see you, Rose. It’s only been a few decades for me, but I missed you terribly, and seein’ you brought out so much…” he trailed off waving his hands slightly.»

“Wha’,” he began gasping for breathe. “Was that about…?”

Rose watch beeped twice. 5 minutes.

She stared at him for at least a minute before she smiled sadly. “How old are you?” She whispered, tears unshed suddenly in her eyes, fully realizing what he said. The Doctor didn’t remember her. This wasn’t a future regeneration. This was a past one.

“Circulating between 700 and 800, I imagine. I’m going to say 750 to be a happy medium.” He smiled hazily.

“You’re, you’re not the Doctor I’m lookin’ for then.” She looked down squeezing her eyes shut and wiping away the tears beginning to fall. Rose returned her gaze as soon as she felt a hand on her cheek, blushing as he whipped away the tear trail with his thumb.

“A different Doctor…looking at the fabrics of your clothes, I’m going to ha'e to say 20-21st century Earth, probably closer to the second option. So, you are looking for a future regeneration. Well isn’t that great. I’m going to die, and then meet, well… you. Wow. A fancy snog out of nowhere like that, I must be incredibly handsome right now, or incredibly brave in the future to give away my hearts like that. What has happened that I would feel able to feel that for a Earth human? How would I have even been able to that knowing your short life span?”»

“I don’t know why you have to go. I don’t know why you keep talking about these stars that don’t exist!”

“Mom, I ‘ave to go! The stars do exist, and they’re disappearin’. We need The Doctor. I…need The Doctor.”

“He’s just a man Rose. There are so many 'ere! Thomas from tech fancies you, even.”

“Mom, I’m going!”

“Rose…”

“Let her go, Jackie.”

“Stay out of this Pete! You’re the one sending 'er to 'er death!”

With belts in place, Rose backed up from her mother, forcing her mothers hands from her shoulders when the women refused to let her go. Once she was a few feet away she took a deep breath. “Hit the switch, Kit.”

“ROSE!”

Rose disappeared in swirling gold light.»

“Dear me…heavens no. Why would I do such a thin’ to my hair!”

“You’re still to young then.” She smiled inwardly at the weird internal paradox thinking that was as she was worried not minutes earlier about how much older this face of his was, but truly he was younger in age than her Doctors had been when she had met him. Rose heavily sighed. Time was confusing… “Seems like I’m goin’ to be making this trip a few more times then. Thanks for the heads up.”

The Doctor balked slightly in embarrassment for messing up his own timeline even worse. He waited for the booming paradox, before smiling gratefully when none happened. His smile saddened, however. “You’ll find me Rose. I know you will.” He took a step forward so he could clasp her chin softly in his hand. “My Rose. Once of these times I will get to keep you, my precious girl.”

They just stared at each other for a minute before he looked away.»

“My own personal torture device for you Doctor. You make me have to search for you, now you have a reason to search for me too. Enjoy.” She pressed the button on her Cannon device and disappeared in a flash of golden sparkles.»

What had he seen of their timelines to be so gentle with her?

When he finally pulled away – Rose would have loved to have snogged him more – his eyes glazed over while gazing at her.

“Your timeline is truly stunning. Might I know the name of the Goddess who will haunt me through all my regenerations?”

“Rose.”

“Rose.” He whispered back.

Everything faded to black, and she was once again in the Cannon Room.»

“Come, I want to dance again!”

“Sarah Jane…I don’t dance.”

“Well tonight you will, Doctor”

Rose froze, before whipping her head round fast to the couple. Was it possible? He looked nothing like her Doctor. Had he regenerated again? Was this his new face?

“Wait, please.” Rose rushed out, as she walked briskly over to them.

“I’m sorry…” The women referred to as Sarah Jane asked.

“Are you The Doctor?” Rose stared into his eyes, emphasizing his title in a way no one could mistake.

“I know you…” He whispered back. “We’ve met before… I think…”

“But you’re The Doctor, yes?” She broke eye contact not even hearing him speak as she glanced at her watch, which gave a beep for the 10 minute mark.»

“Doctor?” [Rose] gasped out turning round, before stumbling forward.

“ROSE!?” he gasped as he caught her against his chest.

She froze in his arms. He knew her name.

“Is it really you, Rose?” He pushed her away enough to get a good look at her, yet still holding her up.

Getting a good look at him as well, in any other situation she would have seriously mocked him for his fashion choices. Question marks covered his sweater vest - really…questions marks? Pushing the Doctor WHO a bit far wasn’t he? But him calling her Rose…now that was truly shocking beyond anything she could imagine. Did she push into his future timeline? Is this now what he looked like with an even older face. If he were human, she would have guessed mid to late fourties. Maybe this was finally pushing too old even for her to fantasize about in her early twenties as she was. Yet, if this was her Doctor now…

“You ‘ave regenerated then.” She finally got out, shock passing.

“That hasn’t stopped you from crashing into me once again though.” He smirked at her. “We must stop meeting like this, though if I am being honest, I have begun to look forward to our little endeavors on your almighty quest to find your proper timeline Doctor. Though I must say I would be so pleased if little ol’ me was your Doctor. I mean I am The Doctor…but then…” His smile lessened. “I’m guessing this isn’ the face you’re looking for gauging from your expression. Sad thing tha’ is. Was hoping to keep you this time.” He trailed off before taking off his ivory bowler cap and holding it at his side. “Though, this face is a bit older this time round. Might make it a little more interesting than last time…” he trailed off, pulling her face up into a kiss, the brunette pressed her against the wall fully with his body.»