Tenth Doctor and Ten2 Drabble Spree Drabbles

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Title:  Tenth Doctor and Ten2 Drabble Spree Drabbles
Author:  amberfocus
Characters/Pairings:  Ten/Rose, Ten2/Rose
Genre:  fluff, romance, hurt/comfort
Ratings:  All ages through Teen
A/N:  After my recent prompt drabble writing spree yesterday and today, I thought I'd take and organize them for archival purposes in my masterfic list.  All drabbles exactly 100 words each.

For illyria12 --Ten/Rose:  Photographs

He’s not sure quite why he’s agreeing to do this. Sitting for formal photographs smacks of the domestic. He doesn’t abhor that quite so much in this gangly body, but it makes him a little uncomfortable. Still, Rose asked him to and when she appears in a dress of curve-hugging blue it reminds him both of why TARDIS blue is his favorite color and Rose Tyler is his favorite person. Perhaps an image to remind him of this isn’t such a bad thing. She sits on his lap, kisses him lightly on the nose, and laughs as the camera flashes.


For spellweaver731 --Ten/Rose--Telepathy

Rose threads her fingers through the Doctor’s soft brown locks. His head rests in her lap. For once he seems content, almost purring. Yet, often with him, looks can be deceptive. She wishes she could tell what he is thinking. He has that big, old Time Lord brain and yet he must be so lonely inside it. She knows from little things he’s let slip that he’s telepathic, that his species is—was—telepathic. All that noise, all those people, gone in the blink of an eye and the Doctor left all alone.

“I’m not.”

“Not what?”

“Alone. There’s you.”


For trickstergirl--Ten2/Rose:  Foreboding

He’s felt this way three times. When he sent her away on the game station. When they watched a fireworks lit sky after sending the Isolus back home. And now. It is a feeling that has haunted him all the years they were apart.

He’s got her back, but all she can do is watch the other him go. He’s afraid, so afraid that this is it for them, that this isn’t going to work.

“It’ll be okay,” she says. Her hand squeezes his as she offers him comfort. Her smile is tremulous, but all foreboding fades. He smiles back.


For catyuy--Ten/Rose:  Spirals

Rose wakes up to find the Doctor stomach down on their bed playing with a Spirograph. As his long fingers guide the circle and pen around and around the guide ring, long spirals appear on the paper.

“What are you doing?” she asks and he jumps, the pen streaking across the paper in an ugly red line.

“You startled me,” he says peevishly looking down at his ruined artwork.

“Sorry.” She tugs the blankets off her and offers him her stomach instead. With glee he puts
the guide ring on her, the circle inside it, and tickles a new design onto her skin.


For juliet316--Ten/Rose:  Resurrection

It’s slow and awkward as she gets to know him. She hadn’t expected him to go and change his face, change his body, change his accent. It isn’t like he died, exactly, when he regenerated, but it’s almost like a part of her did, burned from the inside out. The day she finally, really trusts that he is the same man, that he still loves her, she feels the resurrection of her heart as her love for him flares strongly back into full existence. It was never completely gone, only buried, and now she’s free to let it out again.


 

For apurplepatch--Ten/Rose:  Notes 

The first one is on her pillow when she wakes up. She unfolds the little note on green paper and reads his flourishing script. It directs her to the console room where she finds a pale purple index card taped to the time rotor that sends her to the kitchen. The yellow sticky note on the toaster takes her on the long hike to the wardrobe room. The dress, when she finds it, has a pink piece of card stock pinned to it.

“Wear me,” it says.

She slips into the lavender silk.

The Doctor appears behind her. “Happy Birthday.”