Hi! I have an angsty ficlet request: Ten/Rose or Ten II/Rose, "I don't want it to end like this." (Prefer no explicit character death or breakup, but I'll defer to your writing prowess and preference!)
The Doctor burst into the TARDIS, holding Rose’s limp body in his arms as he rushed up the ramp, the doors slamming shut behind him.
“Rose,” he said urgently, looking down at her as he carried her towards the infirmary. “Rose, stay with me.”
Her eyelids fluttered, and she coughed as she looked up at him, her fingers bunching the shoulder of his suit jacket.
“Stay with me,” he said again as he laid her on the exam table. He lifted his hand to her forehead, easing one eye open with his thumb and using the sonic as a flashlight. His hearts clenched when he saw the tell-tale red spots in the formerly clear white of her eyes, and he lowered his hand.
“Doctor,” she breathed, sounding weaker by the second. “I don’t want it to end like this.”
“It’s not going to,” he promised, lifting his hand to her head again to stroke her hair. “It’s not.”
Her eyes drifted closed as she coughed, and he moved to rummage through the cabinets, vaguely aware that the TARDIS had taken off on her own.
“Think, think, think,” he hissed to himself as he went through each cabinet, carelessly tossing things aside and littering the floor with a dozen useless objects. His mind felt frozen, unable to work through the cloud of fear to think of what he needed to do, and he turned to face her again, seeing now that she was barely breathing.
“Rose,” he gasped, stepped over to her and lifting his hand to her hair once more. She was still breathing, her heart still beating, but her pulse was so faint, so weak.
Suddenly, the TARDIS stopped, landing somewhere with a gentle thud, and the Doctor looked up at the sound of a low, rhythmic tone. A beat later, he smelled something familiar, and his eyes widened as he realized what it was.
“Lunar poppies,” he breathed, and carefully lifted Rose into his arms once more. He hurried from the infirmary and saw the TARDIS doors open, showing him a field of fragrant, rainbow-colored poppies blowing gently in a breeze.
He carried Rose outside and laid her on the ground, sinking to his knees beside her.
“Breathe, Rose,” he urged, taking her hand in his. “Breathe in, breathe deep.”
He could only hear a faint rattling from her mouth, but then she was able to take a slow, deep, wheezing breath. When she exhaled, it was red, like smoke from her lungs, and he gripped her hand tighter.
“Again, Rose, breathe,” he encouraged her.
After the third breath, she suddenly began to cough, and he helped her sit up, still holding her hand as he wrapped his arm around her. More of the poison was expelled with every cough, heavy clouds of red that were carried away in the wind.
After several minutes, the coughing subsided. The wheeze was gone from her breath, and he could feel her heartbeat, strong and clear.
“Rose?” he murmured, shifting to see her face. She looked up at him, her eyes clear and brown again, and he smiled, so relieved he almost couldn’t stand it.
“Where are we?” she asked, staring around.
“One of the moons of the planet February.”
“A planet called February?” Rose said with a faint laugh.
“Yeah,” the Doctor replied, laughing too. “These poppies have strong antidotal properties, they can pull almost any poison from a person’s body. The TARDIS brought us here.”
They both looked up at the big blue box and heard a faint, soothing hum come from inside as the light on top glowed.
“I was so afraid of losing you that I couldn’t think straight,” he murmured. “But she knew what to do.”
Rose smiled, her eyes drifting closed, and the Doctor kissed her forehead before resting his head against hers, beyond grateful that this wasn’t the end of their story.
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This went a little differently that I planned, but I really like it. I hope you do too :)
“So…” The Doctor walked around the cozy little flat. It wasa far cry from the Powell Estate, but it still seemed to suit Rose. And now itwas supposed to suit him, too. Doors and carpets and curtains and mortgages.The one adventure he could never have. Only he was now allowed to have it. Buthe didn’t know how to live this one life on the slow path. What if he was utterrubbish at it? What if Rose didn’t want this adventure with him? What if…
“I…” The Doctor turned towards her and saw her wringing herhands in front of her. When she looked into his surely-panicked eyes, her facesoftened. “Come with me? I want to show you something.”
She held out her hand for him, one that he grabbed quickly.The roaring in his ears quieted and his stomach stopped jumping and he took ina deep breath as the band around his chest loosened.
“Always,” he said. Goosebumps tickled his skin as her thumbstroked his. He squeezed her fingers, the action so achingly familiar, and onehe had missed so much over the past three years.
She led him into her bedroom, and he nearly choked on histongue.
Rose felt him stiffen, and she turned to him in confusion.When she saw that his panic and uncertainty had returned, she put the piecestogether.
“No, not that,” she said, smiling. “Well, not yet. Not unlessyou want to…?”
The Doctor nodded mutely and said, “Ehm, yeah! Yes!Definitely! I want to, Rose Tyler. But… maybe not yet?”
Rose nodded in agreement. They were both so confused and emotional, and the last thing she wanted to do was rush into something and regret it later. She tugged him further into herbedroom and opened up the window. The Doctor saw a fire escape justoutside.
He followed her silently onto the fire escape, not daring tolook down the ten-story drop. She led him up the ladder and onto the roofbeneath the clear night sky. In the distance, the Doctor could see the outlineof the London skyline. It was darker than he would’ve expected, as though allof London turned off their lights.
“People are glad the stars have returned, I imagine,” Rosesaid, answering his unspoken questions. “They’refinally appreciating the beauty they thought they’d lost forever. Being given asecond chance certainly shifts perspectives…”
The Doctor turned to look at her, unsure if she was stilltalking about the Londoners.
“I used to come up here a lot when I first got here,” Rosesaid, wrapping her arms around one of his and hugging it to her chest. “Beingin London under all that light pollution made me feel claustrophobic, so Imoved out here. Made me feel closer to you. Daft, I know…”
“No it’s not,” he argued softly. “I think it’s brilliant.You’ve done so well for yourself here, Rose.”
“I never meant to stay,” she said, a touch of bitternesshardening her tone.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Not your fault,” she said, lifting her face to look him in the eye. “This isn’t what I expected, butit’s still good, yeah?”
“Oh yes,” he said vehemently.
He pressed his lips tightly to her forehead before turning her in his arms until her back was flush with his front and they stared up at the stars in a comfortable silence.
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