#timepetals100

Characters:  Ninth Doctor; Rose Tyler; Nine x Rose

Rated: General

Tags: Hurt/Comfort;  Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Protectiveness; Love

Summary: Inevitably, Rose discovers chinks in the Doctor’s armour.

Notes: Written for a prompt from @timepetalsprompts: the distinct smell and feel of leather.

Read at: AO3; FFnet; Teaspoon

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The leather beneath Rose’s cheek is cool and impersonal, a shield designed to keep the universe at arm’s length.  Inevitably, she discovers chinks in the Doctor’s armour, vulnerabilities exposed by flirty, tongue-tipped smiles and cheeky banter. She wriggles beneath the jacket, stepping through his defenses.  Enveloped by the distinct scent of leather and time, she nestles against his thrumming hearts.

Written for @timepetalsprompts this is for the drabble prompt “strawberries”.

Ten x Rose

Fluffy sweetness

Word count:  238

Souvenir

The Doctor lay back in his bed, and tugged on his tie as thoughts whirled through his mind.  What started out as a perfectly ordinary day had turned into something extraordinary in the most clichéd of ways.  

He’d packed a picnic and taken her to a shaded little park in Paris.  They’d eaten grapes and cheese and bread and wine while sitting close to one another on a blanket that was just a bit too small.  As it turned out, it hadn’t been a problem.  Rose’s cheeks were pink and her hair was mussed by the light breeze and he found himself staring into her warm brown eyes.   He licked his lips and leaned in, kissing her gently.  She hadn’t resisted the kiss- in fact, she seemed to enjoy it.  Her lips were full and soft and the entire experience just…felt right.  She tasted like wild strawberries and wine.  She was warm and welcoming and everything he had hoped for, but somehow more.  

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tenth Doctor (duplicate)/Rose Tyler Characters: Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor Additional Tags: Pregnancy, Positive Pregnancy test, Fluff, that one adventure he could never have, Torchwood - Freeform, Drabble, 100 words, prose, Pretentious Prose Series: Part 9 of @Timepetalsprompts

Summary: It’s a urinalysis and a body scan and goo and a wand on her belly. 100 words in Ulysses.

Serious tooth rotting fluff. Pregnancy trigger.

Note: I needed to write something positive about motherhood because things are rough right now.

Not two lines

Or a plus sign

Or hugging the loo

Or realizing

It’s been two months

Since she’d cried

Into a box of chocolate

During Eastenders.

It’s a urinalysis

And a body scan

And goo and a wand on her belly

Because an ugly slimy alien

Had snotted on her.

And she’s gonna be a mum.

So she leaves work early

To buy wee little Converse

And a picture frame

For the grainy black grey and white picture

And one more piece

Slots into place

That one wonderful adventure

He never thought he’d have

@timepetalsprompts late prompt fulfillment - gold!

All recognizable dialogue from The Parting of the Ways.

Golden.  Pink and yellow turned to burning gold.

“What’ve you done?”  The words ineloquently tumble from his mouth.

“I looked into the Tardis, and the Tardis looked into me.”  Rose was literally afire from the inside.

“You looked into the Time Vortex. Rose, no one's meant to see that.”  Her timeline was burning.

“Everything must come to dust. All things. Everything dies. The Time War ends.”  The Daleks disintegrating into less than nothing, Rose’s mind burning.  She was becoming more Time Lord than human.  And it was killing her.

“I think you need a Doctor.”  There was no choice.  Rose was dying; his fault.  He’d sent her away, not considering her cleverness or deep empathy, and she’d saved him once more.

Rating: General

Relationship: Ten x Rose

Summary: The Doctor, Rose, Jackie and Mickey are playing a game of Taboo, and the loser has to do the dishes. It should have been easy…

Notes: This is in response to the @timepetalsprompts drabble prompt ‘thighs’. 2 x 100 word drabbles.

Also on A03 and Teaspoon.

“People like to show ‘em off,” Rose said. “Like to keep ‘em toned, slim and firm. They look good in shorts or a miniskirt. Can get a bit flabby sometimes though, if you’re not careful.”

The Doctor grinned smugly. “Does the word happen to start with the letters T and H?”

Rose nodded, grinning. This round was in the bag and they were free and clear of the dishes.

“Go on, then,” Jackie sighed, seeing a large pile of dishes in her future.

“THYROID!” the Doctor declared gleefully.

“Yes! That’s- wait, did you say thyroid?” Rose stared.

“Yep!” He beamed.

++++++++++++

Thyroid, Rose scoffed to herself as she reached for the next plate.

“Honestly Rose, I still don’t see why you’re so angry.”

She scowled. “Thyroid, Doctor? Really?”

“But it fit perfectly! What else could it be?”

She groaned. “It was thighs, Doctor! Who shows off their thyroid in a miniskirt?”

“Well actually, on Kolliema-“

“Doctor?” She interrupted.

“Yes, Rose?”

“Shut it.”

He fell silent. And then…

“Rose?”

She sighed. “Yes, Doctor?”

“You have a very nice thyroid. Nice and smooth.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”

“I mean it! You could be kidnapped for a thyroid like that.”

For @timepetalsprompts weekly drabble prompt “New.” I think I just wanted to see how many terrible winter adjectives I could cram into 500 words. Every year, I attempt some kind of “Holiday” fic and post it six months later, lol. I’m only a few weeks late this time!

Pairing: Ten x Rose

Length: 500 words

He brings her to a place where the sky is a brilliant white and the ground is a dazzling, sparkling blue. Hoary branches coated with shimmering ice bow beneath the weight, while flowers tipped with frost impossibly bloom and stretch toward the unseen sun.

“'s beautiful,” Rose breathes beside him. Awed, she ventures into the winter wonderland and he eagerly follows.

They stroll through snow-capped firs, equipped with wool-lined boots and special insulated jackets from the twenty-fourth century. He talks about the planet’s atmosphere, the snowstorms, the sun and the moons; but the facts aren’t as important anymore as Rose stops before him.

The trees have thinned and they’re standing on the banks of a frozen river. The moment life ended for this planet is captured vividly in the glittering arcs of water that will never flow or fall again. Not for years. If he peers through the glassy sheen, he can see fish trapped and preserved swimming upstream. Their scales are like sapphires and Rose stoops to stroke her gloved finger over the block of ice above them.  

“When does it change?” she wonders, tilting her head up towards him. He doesn’t understand her question; the word change always provokes too many ideas; dangerous, forbidden ideas. “Does all this melt one day?” She motions to the silent beauty around her.

“Oh, not for another two thousand years,” he says lightly and squints up at the sky. “The sun dies,” he tells her, “But one day it’ll orbit a new star and then the whole world will start anew.”

“It won’t be the same though,” Rose says, standing. They gaze around them at the evidence of a scene that was paused in a single second, and then lovingly caressed and locked in a breathtaking icy chamber for centuries.

“It won’t be the same,” he agrees and wraps his arm around her shoulders. Pulling her close, he wishes that he could freeze this moment between the two of them forever, like the world around him. He’s been running his whole life, but right now he wants to stand still, just like this, for as long as possible. Rose sighs against his chest and his hearts flutter.

“It will change,” he whispers and presses a kiss to her hair. “But it’ll be new,” he assures her and touches his lips to her brow, “and it’ll be different.” Rose tips her head back and looks up at him through thick lashes.

“’s not always a bad thing,” she concedes and loops her arms around his neck

“No, it’s not,” he says, swallowing and cupping her rosy cheek. “Sometimes - sometimes it’s better.”

Rose smiles and suddenly she’s kissing him.

It’s something new, something different, something wonderful.

And for one blissful moment, they’re frozen in time.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s dazed and everything’s changed. Rose is flushed and her breath puffs like smoke between them.

“Better?” she asks shyly.

“Much better.”

Characters:  Ninth Doctor; Rose Tyler; Doctor x Rose

Rated: General

Tags:  Introspection; Drabble; One-sentence story

Summary: Gods and goddesses, she eclipses them all…

Notes: Written for a prompt from @timepetalsprompts: eclipse, and I accepted the challenge - using any prompt you like, write a one-sentence drabble.

Please excuse the dodgy punctuation needed to make this work, but for what it’s worth, MSWord didn’t draw any of those hideous green squiggles under any of it! Ha!

Also read at: AO3; FF.net; Teaspoon 

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Written for @timepetalsprompts, this is for the drabble prompt Lightning Bugs. I’m a little rusty and out of practice, but I hope you’ll enjoy this! 

Nine x Rose

Word Count: 495 (I’m the first to admit I’m terrible at limiting my word counts...)

Hope

With her head down and a tissue knotted between her fingers, Rose sniffled lightly.  They’d been able to help the people of Jyi’tia, but there had still been loss.  She wondered if they’d done enough.

The Doctor stood stiffly at the controls, the light from the console reflecting off the back of his jacket. “We did our best,” he said softly. “We can’t always save everyone, sweetheart.” She sniffled.  “Yeah…yeah, I know.”  Rose dabbed at her eyes and stood up.  “’M takin’ a shower and gettin’ changed.”   He licked his lips.  “Come back when you’re done.  I’ve got something I’d like to show you.”  He looked back at his companion as she walked down the corridor. Her quiet little sobs echoed back to the console and he felt his hearts squeeze.  She’d been through so much in the last few days.  Setting the dials carefully, he flipped a few switches and the ship began to dematerialize.  It landed with a soft thump and he opened the door and smiled.  

Rose stepped out of the shower and sighed, feeling a bit better.  After drying her hair and donning jeans, trainers, and a comfortable hoodie, she made her way back to the console room.   The Doctor was waiting for her, a blanket tucked in his arm.  “Thought you might like to see something.”  

She gave a small smile. “Okay…what is it?”   “Well, it’s the same planet- Jyi’tia, fifteen years in the future.  You know how there wasn’t a natural predator of the ulimi insect?  ‘S why there was famine, and then disease…why things were so bad when we came in.”  He smiled.  “These are the larvae we brought to them…this is why I thought it was safe to leave.  I know you questioned me, but this is the result.  I wanted you to see it.”   He held out his hand and grasped hers, leading her outside.   Gone were brown and barren fields.  In their place, lush, rich acres of rippling grain swayed in the fading light.  It was twilight and a light breeze blew through the crops, their stems rustling gently. The Doctor spread out the blanket and sat down, patting the space next to him.  “C’mon, Rose.  Show’s just about to begin.”   Puzzled, she looked up at him.  “The show?” He smiled.  “You’ll see.”

In a few minutes, a soft golden light came from a nearby plant…then another, and another.  Soon the sky was filled with soft twinkling lights. “Lightning bugs?” she questioned.  “That’s what we gave them?”

He grinned. “Not quite, but close enough.  They eat the eggs and larvae of the ulimi, leaving the crops intact.  No more famine…”  He smiled. “We gave them a wonderful thing, Rose. We gave them hope.”