Time Lords Don't Need Sleep?Rose often wondered if the Doctor ever actually slept. He always was running around with seemingly boundless energy like a child who had too many E-numbers.Time Lords Don't Need Sleep? by Shantella
It didn’t get much better after his regeneration. In fact, his energy levels seemed to increase! So it was real surprise when she heard him let out a jaw-cracking yawn earlier in the console room. He denied it, of course. Time Lords didn’t do such things he assured her. Rose just smiled and nodded.
Of course they didn’t.
But this one did!
It had been a long couple of days. Another civilisation saved all thanks to the Doctor’s quick wit and a lot of running, so they thought they’d just take some down time in the TARDIS library.
His favourite reading chair had long since been replaced with a slightly larger sofa that they would often lounge about on, usually until Rose fell asleep and the Doctor would have to prod her awake and te
DW: After France“I’m always alright.”DW: After France by Shantella
Rose knew it was a lie. The Doctor was once again burying his feelings under a forced smile and placations. But she saw the pain in his eyes and knew that he was no where near alright.
Mickey must have sensed this too, and asked Rose for a tour of the TARDIS to give the Doctor some room to deal with the events of the day and because he was absolutely livid at the Time Lord.
“He promised that he would never abandon you, Rose, and what did he do the very next day? He bloody rode off on horseback to save a pretty French Aristocrat! He was Madame de Pompadour’s knight in shinin’ pinstripes! I saw how the Doctor looked at her. He’s just like every other bloke after all. I tried to tell you, but oh no, you just wouldn’t listen!” Mickey was ranting as soon as he was out of the range of the Doctor’s hearing.
“But he came back!” R
Of Time Lords and Disney MoviesThe Doctor really didn’t know anything about himself anymore, except for a few things. He knew that he had a slight weakness in the dorsal tubercle of his wrist. He delightfully had more hair than he had before, but he was disappointed when Rose told him it was just sort-of brown and not ginger, and the same was probably true for his newly acquired sideburns. He also thought he had really bad skin, but he loved the mole situated between his shoulder blades. He was also a bit thinner than his previous self, which he knew would take some getting used to. He knew that sometime during his post-regenerative coma he was relieved of his leather coat and dressed in pajamas. He felt that this had to be the work of one Jackie Tyler and would just add to the awkward encounters he had with that woman.Of Time Lords and Disney Movies by Shantella
He was learning new things as well. Like how he might just be rude given how he just shouted at Rose for giving up on him. Like how the sen
Mother's DayNinth DoctorMother's Day by InuHalfDemon
Over 900 years of traveling time and space and he was sure he hadn’t had anyone get under his skin like Captain Jack Harkness. He thought about this as he listened to Jack recall yet another of his outrageous – both in itself and in its amount of sexual content – stories to Rose while they gathered around the console within the TARDIS. He knew though that it was more because of Rose and not so much Jack that this was the case, more because of how she was listening to and laughing with someone else now, not just him. They had all just escaped an ordeal in Kyoto, Japan in the year 1336 which was incidentally far more of an interesting excursion than the one they had made to Raxacoricofallapatorius to return the egg of a Slitheen. Jack was certainly useful. He was smart, quick, maybe too bold at times and a tiny bit reckless in others but generally – assuming he wasn’t openly flirting with any or all of the local species – he was reli
Let's Take a Sick DayLet's Take a Sick Day by Ant-And-Rubber-Trees
This is the Tenth Doctor and Rose! I hope you like it!
The Doctor came out from under the console. Something was wrong. Something felt off.
Rose wasn't here.
That was it. She was usually out here by now, telling him to get out from wherever he was, have some breakfast, clean up, and yell at him for not taking better care of himself.
After adjusting a few knobs and levers to make sure the TARDIS stayed in the Vortex, he walked down one of the hallways until he reached Rose's room. Knocking softly, and not getting more of a response than a quiet grunt, he opened the door slowly.
He was greeted with the sight of a sweaty, flushed Rose curled up under her blankets and staring at him through half-closed eyes. "Hey, Doctor," she said, voice low and gravelly.
He rushed over to her bedside, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. "You're burning up!" he exclaimed. "I feel terrible," she replied quietly.
"Shhh, don't talk. I think you're losing your voice, too," the Docto
LockdownLockdownLockdown by StormWolfRoranicus
Written for the Doctor-x-Rose-Club fanfiction contest #8
“Rose, get down!” The Doctor yelled as more sparks flew from the TARDIS console.
Rose, however, had little choice in the matter as the TARDIS suddenly lurched sideways, knocking her to the floor anyway. Deciding that it would be better to just wait it out, she clung to the coral strut nearest to her, watching as the Doctor dashed around the console, flicking switches, pushing buttons, pulling levers and- occasionally- hitting things with a mallet. Whatever the Doctor had done seemed to have worked as the ship stopped lurching and eventually settled down. Taking a deep breath and blowing the hair out of her face, Rose hesitantly peeled her hands from the strut and stood up, dusting herself down. The Doctor was looking as dishevelled as she felt; his hair was a complete mess- Rose wondered idly how he’d managed to get it even messier than usual-, his glasses were slipping down his nose, his tie had be
A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten)"Mommy?" Rose stirred awake to her daughter's voice. "I had a bad dream."A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten) by Flying-With-The-Owls
"Come here, love. What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that you and Daddy died." Rose held her daughter tightly. "Can you tell me a story?"
"Of course, sweetheart. What do you want to hear about?"
"The man who I'm named after."
"Again?" Rose stroked the young girl's silky brown hair.
"What's going on?" The Doctor stirred awake and sat up.
"Michaela couldn't sleep."
"Did you have a bad dream again?"
"Yeah." Michaela buried her head in Rose's chest. Just then, the infant in the crib began to wail.
"I think we woke Danny up." The Doctor got out of bed and picked up the noisy child. The large golden retriever thumped its tail but didn't wake up. The Doctor rocked his son back and forth until his cries turned into little mews. He walked over to the large fireplace built into the room and lit a fire before going back to his warm bed.
"Mommy, tell me about my name." Michaela looked at Rose with large eyes.
Always Be HereIt wasn't like the Doctor to be so dark and brooding for long periods of time. Rose tried to talk to him but he shut her out, ignored her. They hadn't left the TARDIS in a few days. Rose wasn't even sure if theh were still in the vortex or if they'd landed.Always Be Here by midnighttopha
She found him in what she called his study, a room with a desk, shelves of books, and an oversized leather armchair. He was sitting in the chair and for the first time, Rose thought he looked so small. His head was in his hands, elbows resting on the desk. He didn't look up when she came beside him.
All she did was sit on the rug and stay silent, a tactic she hadn't tried yet. He reached down, searching for her hand and held it tightly, like he was afraid she would disappear. A few moments later he began to speak softly.
"200 years ago, Rose."
She stayed quiet, waiting to see if he'd continue.
"Roughly 200 years ago, I killed everyone. The Time War ended. Everything ended and I'm alone." He looked at her, the only tear sh
Memoria AgerMemoria AgerMemoria Ager by aqua-mirage
Characters: 10, Rose
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: He opens his eyes, and she's standing on the other side of the stream, smiling softly.
He had always avoided coming here. Nightmares were just as easy to conjure as daydreams on Memoria Ager, and often more potent; nine hundred years had left him with more darkness than he liked. It was also because he was scared about how this place would affect his companions; their wills were strong, but they were only human, and even humans couldn't resist a world where their desires were fact and they could live in an illusion. After the war he'd avoided even a mention of it altogether, knowing how close he was to madness, and knowing that if he landed on Memoria Ager, he would so very easily tip over into a downward spiral which he couldn't escape. But this time, the pain is too hard to ignore; the memories too strong to forget, as he had done in the past.
The stark white wall haunts him now, lurking in his memories, her face f
Remember These WordsRemember These Words by IamHewolf
Sam's first trip to the Angel Bar between worlds was everything Dean told him about. It was a complete mix of dusty bar and elegance. Absolutely having to test out one of the better stories about it, Sam went up to the stunningly gorgeous bartender for a beer. When he was handed the bottle with a smile, he frowned when he couldn't find the label. A raised eyebrow at the grinning, voluptuous, brunette, and he put the brown bottle to his lips.
The liquid that passed over his tongue gave Sam a shiver, and he couldn't stop the pull on it for a while. The beer was everything he loved about the drink, and none of the bitter bite in the back of the throat that he hated. Letting up on it, he was beside himself. "Oh my God, that's awesome," he said quietly, staring at the bottle. "Dean, you gotta try this!"
Bumping his shoulder, Dean made his way to the bar. "Great aint it?" he said with childlike glee. "Never goes empty either! Wish they'd let us take them with us."
"Sorry Dean, you know the r
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