Ninth Doctor
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
Let's Take a Sick Day by Ant-And-Rubber-Trees, literature
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Let's Take a Sick Day
This is the Tenth Doctor and Rose! I hope you like it!
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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
A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten) by Flying-With-The-Owls, literature
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A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten)
"Mommy?" Rose stirred awake to her daughter's voice. "I had a bad dream."
"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
Absence makes the hearts grow. by InklingsOfOblivion, literature
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Absence makes the hearts grow.
Wherever he went, it always seemed to follow him like a damp cloud; even Houdini wouldn't've been able to escape this one.
He suspected he'd been the source though. Somewhere around 25 BC (he couldn't remember exactly when, his smart phone had thrown a tantrum and stopped working completely) the Esquiline Hills in Rome had been his abode. There, he found Sextus Propertius, a wily young scamp who's mind he filled with select stories of his travels, stories of her as they lazed in the last of the sun's rays. Of course, he wrote about them in verse, reams of poetry flowing as gold thread in the wind, as beautiful as his damasked Rose.
Always
A Tale of Fire and Ice by HPFan4Ever17, literature
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A Tale of Fire and Ice
In some ways the two of them were like fire and ice.
She was so full of warmth, of compassion and youth. She was light with her dyed blonde hair and her beautiful hazel eyes, always full of life.
He was a soldier, a man broken after the loss of his people. So full of an icy hatred to himself, of his deed.
Until he had met her. For the first time since the war, there was warmth, even happiness in his life. He let himself be healed, let her fire melt his ice away. They were friends, but he wanted more, so much more. There was a core of warmth inside of him, a core which had been created when he's first held her hand and told her to run. It w
Set in the SwitchVerse.
"Will you teach me Gallifreyan?" Rose covered the Doctor's hands with her own, pushing his palms flat against the pages of her notebook. He slipped one hand from underneath hers, wrapping it firmly around her waist as he kissed her temple. "You don't have to." She shifted in his embrace, settling into a more comfortable position between his legs. "It's just that watching you run your fingers over the words in here, and value every word like this means so much to me. It reminds me of when you used to show me Gallifreyan, it's so beautiful and I just adore it."
"Of course I'll teach you." Before she knew he'd moved he