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Actions Speak Louder Than Words (Ten/Rose)
Welcome to my first, and likely last, foray into the world of Doctor Who fanfiction. It took a surprisingly lot of effort never having written for Doctor Who before.
Title: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
idea_of_sarcasm
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Uh, Teen.
Word Count: ~2550
Spoilers: Somewhere in the new second season. But technically post Girl in the Fireplace and pre Doomsday.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its characters are the property of the BBC, no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Written forwendymr and dark_aegis Rose Tyler Ficathon. This was requested by queenrikki_hp.
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Sometimes Rose Tyler wondered if deep underneath she was a masochist.
Not that she was planning on breaking out the handcuffs and floggers anytime soon, but her lifestyle choices thus far suggested a little pathological bent.
If it had just been Jimmy, she would have considered it more of a one-off than a pattern, and thought nothing of it. When she met him, that man had been a disaster waiting to happen. Even at a relatively young age she had known it. The only problem had been that Jackie had known it too, and that had become part of his appeal. No staying with safe and sweet Mickey when there was a twenty year old musician to run off with (she had always had a thing for older men).
A year later, and he had been the one to end it. She had stuck it out the entire time, putting up with his shit in the name of love. He had been the one to take off, leaving her alone, unemployed with no education, and saddled with his massive debts.
One would think she would have learned from the experience, and for awhile it seemed she had. Life had settled into a comfortable routine; working a mindless job, living with Jackie to save the money on rent, and dating Mickey. Sweet and reliable Mickey, who worshipped the ground she walked on. She was happy, even if she was complacent.
Then the Doctor showed up, and she barely thought twice about leaving. No staying with safe and reliable Mickey with there was a 900 year old Time Lord to run off with. And this time she couldn’t even blame it on rebellion, she didn’t know yet Jackie would hate him.
Of course that in itself didn’t suggest a tendency towards masochism. She was off to explore the universe, travel in time, and grow spiritually and intellectually (of course that last part hadn’t been in the plan initially; she hadn’t thought much beyond ‘ooh, fun’). No, her self-destructive choice came in the first time she kissed him, the first time she shagged him against the control panel of the Tardis, or perhaps most importantly when she let it happen the second time – officially obliterating that line between friends and something more.
She had known that ‘something more’ wouldn’t be easy, wouldn’t be exactly what she wanted, and wouldn’t be good for her; and, if she hadn’t, she would have after he reminded her ten times about what a bad idea it all was before he so much as kissed her. She just hadn’t cared.
It wasn’t that he was mean to her, like Jimmy had been. It wasn’t like he was mooching off her for his own gain – if anything it was the other way around. It wasn’t that he didn’t do domestic, although that would be a hard adjustment. It wasn’t even that he drew females to him like moths to a flame (although if she had to chase off another Lynda with a y, or put up with another brilliant mistress to a French king, she was going to scream).
She just wanted one bloody ‘I love you’ sometime before she died. She’d even settle for ‘I care about you’ or ‘you mean a lot to me’. Jimmy had had the sense to tell her he loved her, even if it had been a blatant lie; he had known it was the only way he’d be getting into bed.
She didn’t even care if it was a bloody platitude, she just wanted to hear it. She had to be able to believe that this thing between them was more than just sex for him.
“Pluto, late twenty-first century,” the bastard was announcing grandly as the Tardis was winding down to a stop. “Height of the Barmanian Empire.”
“Pluto?” she asked suspiciously, thinking of the small rock of ice that she had always been told existed out past Neptune.
“Pluto,” he confirmed. “Well, Atinskilis by their name. Home to the Atins. Called Plutarians by your people the first time you realize they existed. Took you bloody long enough too – spent centuries wasting time looking for life on Mars. I must tell you, when the Atins found out their home wasn’t even classified as a real planet, they were quite insulted.”
“If we made every hunk of rock a planet, science class would be a bit of a nightmare,” she pointed out.
He managed to look offended at that, “I’ll have you know that size doesn’t really matter.”
“Yes. It does,” she replied firmly. Even knowing he meant it indignantly on the planets behalf, she couldn’t help but shoot a suggestive glance downwards at his trousers. Not that he had any problems in that regard.
Unfortunately it took a lot more than that to make a 900 yr old Time Lord blush. “Right then,” he began. “Let’s go have a look.”
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“Height of the Barmanian Empire?” She raised her eyebrows in disbelief as they took in their surroundings. It was obviously the main city, but degradation was everywhere. The buildings were run down, and all the lifeforms they had seen were dressed in extreme poverty. Or at least extreme poverty by earth standards. “If I were the Barmanians I don’t think I’d want to own up to that fact.”
The Doctor’s forehead was creased in a frown. “I could have sworn…..”
As he rambled on about what was supposed to be occurring, she began to tune out. Yes, the Orichoga festival sounded lovely, but she didn’t think they had a chance of seeing that. Sometimes she wondered if the Tardis was capable of ever landing in the right place and the right time.
Sometimes she’d actually like to see the wondrous sights the Doctor kept promising her were out there.
“Might as well have a look around then.” She began to gravitate towards the tall building where many of the Atins seemed to be going.
There was a moving projection on the tower in the center of the square. The Doctor looked up, deciphering the script that was up there. “Ah,” he sounded as if he had just discovered the secrets of the universe. “August 21, 2071. We’re ten years too early.”
He followed behind her, his hands shoved casually in his pockets. “2071, why does that year sound familiar?”
Rose paused in her walk, glancing suspiciously at the quiet buildings around them. “Revolution?” she asked the question with distaste, remembering their last stop when she had nearly been killed in the overthrow of the local government.
“No.....” he let the word draw out as he tried to think, and then shrugged casually. “Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me.”
Famous last words. The Doctor never seemed to forget about an influx of fluffy bunnies.
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It was easy to forget about the sense of impending danger while they chatted with the mayor of the city. Well, the Doctor chatted. She stood silently beside them, trying not to scream in frustration. She assumed she was glowering rather ominously, as Ankh-jon Eken kept glancing nervously her way. It figured the mayor would be an attractive younger female. And, of course, she looked humanoid.
Of course the man had engaged in a flirtation with a walking and talking tree; not much seemed to deter him.
One would think an elected public official would be above common mating rituals. It wasn’t that she couldn’t understand the attraction; she was sleeping with the man. She just hated how every woman felt they had the right to act on it. It wasn’t that he particularly encouraged them, he just never discouraged them. It never occurred to him that introducing Rose as his ‘friend’ left the door wide open for interpretation.
She supposed she should be grateful that there wasn’t a horde of them aboard the Tardis by now, the Doctor’s groupies.
When Ankh excused herself to go check on some work being done in her office, Rose was more than happy to see her go. And for her sanity, she pretended not to see the flirtatious glance the woman shot back over her shoulder.
“Why don’t we….” The Doctor’s words were cut off by the press of her lips against his.
When she pulled away she pointed a finger at him in what she tried not to make an accusatory manner, “Just remember who you’re going home with, ya?”
She walked away before he could respond, knowing exactly how much he hated jealousy. She wasn’t in the mood for a lecture on how he didn’t do domestic arrangements. She knew she had no lasting claim on him, but for once she just wanted to feel like she mattered at least in the here and now.
He may not have wanted her to get jealous, but sometimes she just couldn’t help it.
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If she were a different type of person, she would wonder why she did it. But somehow risking her life for others was common place at this point. But what was she supposed to do, leave the child in the middle of the square during the worst earthquake the planet had ever seen?
Of course the Doctor had forgotten about the rash of earthquakes hitting Atinskilis in 2071. They weren’t important in the planet’s history at all. They were just the fodder for the rebuilding of the Atin society under the rule of the Barmarians, leading them to cultural and technological glory. No, not important at all.
Getting knocked out by a falling pillar hadn’t been in her plans, but the little girl had been safe, protected under Rose’s body.
When her eyes fluttered awake the earth still felt like it was moving beneath her, and her head felt like it was split in two. But even in her groggy state she could see the Doctor’s worried face swimming in front of her eyes.
“I’m alive then,” her words were a little slurred. If this were heaven she wouldn’t have a headache, and the Doctor would be professing his undying love.
“You’re alive,” the words were quiet, not full of his usual boisterous enthusiasm. And they shook a little in the delivery.
She felt his hand stroke through her hair, and refused to feel a little sick when she could see a little blood on his fingers. “You, Rose Tyler, are amazing.”
“Time you noticed,” she quipped, proud she could come up with something semi-intelligent with the pounding in her head.
“Saved little Bdenke, didn’t you?” he gave a weak smile. He never looked away from her face, but she could see the girl standing over the Doctor’s shoulder, her mother crying as she wrapped her arms around her little girl. He leaned a little closer so his words were for her alone. “Bdenke q’Prke. She’s going to discover the cure for ‘farin’, their biological equivalent of cancer.”
“You can remember that, but you can’t remember the earthquakes that nearly destroy a planet?” she couldn’t bear to bring her voice to above more than a whisper.
“I remembered,” he tried to infuse some insult into his voice to cover up the guilt. And he had. It had just been after they had started.
The pain in her head began to increase, and she closed her eyes in defense. “I think I need a doctor,” she whispered, and when she looked back at him those words had caused another flash of pain to cross his face.
“I can take care of that on the Tardis,” he told her, gathering her up in his arms. And that somehow made the pain recede just a little, being safe in the cradle of his arms. Ignoring all efforts from the crowd to help him, he kept her supported, carrying her despite her obvious bulk. He spared a glance for nobody, even though she could see Ankhe hovering worriedly at the front of the pack. He just kept his eyes locked with hers.
“You scared me Rose Tyler,” she could tell he was trying to make the words light as he laid her down on her bed in the Tardis, but they were somber in a way he didn’t realize. Hard to play the light-hearted fool when a trace of her blood was still on his fingers.
It seemed a waste of breath to apologize when this was who she was, who they were. He had scared her more than once in their two years together. But she as much as she wished he was always this focused on her, she hated the haunted look in his eyes. Not the first time she’d seen it, but it came more often now. And if she really tried to concentrate, she could probably link it back to the first time he kissed her.
“I’m going to be fine,” she replied, giving what comfort she could despite the pounding in her head. He rarely showed this level of need anymore now, not since the regeneration.
“Yes, you are,” he told her firmly, but even she could hear the for now implicit in the words.
“You’re going to be just fine,” he reiterated the words, trying to convince both himself and her. She wanted to insist he go get her some pain medication at the very least, but it was rather obvious he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side just yet. She closed her eyes as he leaned over and placed a kiss upon her forehead. “I won’t have it any other way.”
She wanted to promise him that she would stay with him forever, that she would never die or leave, but his lips slid down to cover hers, and cut off all speech. And when he pulled away she didn’t force the issue, just gave him a tenuous smile as he pulled out the sonic screwdriver to do a better scan of her injuries. “Rose Tyler, you are going to have to start taking better care of yourself,” he muttered the words as the little instrument blinked.
“I’ll pick up some vitamins next time we drop by Mum’s.” She kept it light, because it was obvious that was the mood he wanted.
But she’d already realized what she should have taken into account a long time ago. This was how he told her he loved her. In his actions, with his eyes, and in all the little things he said (Of course they would have to work on repelling the other women, but he just needed to become a little more aware of his own sexuality). His actions meant more than a platitude he didn’t want to give. Not saying the words was his own protection, but he loved her all the same. Not classifying her as his ‘significant other’ allowed him his delusions, and she’d let him keep them if that’s what he wanted.
She’d still like to hear the words, but she didn’t need them. He was there to show her how he felt.
Although as she lay on her bed with the Doctor tending to her, she still wondered if there wasn’t a bit of a streak of masochism somewhere in there. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and she could feel a scratch along the side of her left leg. And this certainly wasn’t the first time that it had happened.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Guh, that was hard to write. All the ideas I wanted to go with contradicted everything my recipient asked for (aka: a certain level of angst seemed to be in everything I wrote). But it’s done, and it’s on time! Bonus! Even if this is incredibly flufftastic for me.
Title: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Author:
idea_of_sarcasmPairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Uh, Teen.
Word Count: ~2550
Spoilers: Somewhere in the new second season. But technically post Girl in the Fireplace and pre Doomsday.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its characters are the property of the BBC, no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Written for
wendymr and dark_aegis Rose Tyler Ficathon. This was requested by queenrikki_hp. **************************************************************
Sometimes Rose Tyler wondered if deep underneath she was a masochist.
Not that she was planning on breaking out the handcuffs and floggers anytime soon, but her lifestyle choices thus far suggested a little pathological bent.
If it had just been Jimmy, she would have considered it more of a one-off than a pattern, and thought nothing of it. When she met him, that man had been a disaster waiting to happen. Even at a relatively young age she had known it. The only problem had been that Jackie had known it too, and that had become part of his appeal. No staying with safe and sweet Mickey when there was a twenty year old musician to run off with (she had always had a thing for older men).
A year later, and he had been the one to end it. She had stuck it out the entire time, putting up with his shit in the name of love. He had been the one to take off, leaving her alone, unemployed with no education, and saddled with his massive debts.
One would think she would have learned from the experience, and for awhile it seemed she had. Life had settled into a comfortable routine; working a mindless job, living with Jackie to save the money on rent, and dating Mickey. Sweet and reliable Mickey, who worshipped the ground she walked on. She was happy, even if she was complacent.
Then the Doctor showed up, and she barely thought twice about leaving. No staying with safe and reliable Mickey with there was a 900 year old Time Lord to run off with. And this time she couldn’t even blame it on rebellion, she didn’t know yet Jackie would hate him.
Of course that in itself didn’t suggest a tendency towards masochism. She was off to explore the universe, travel in time, and grow spiritually and intellectually (of course that last part hadn’t been in the plan initially; she hadn’t thought much beyond ‘ooh, fun’). No, her self-destructive choice came in the first time she kissed him, the first time she shagged him against the control panel of the Tardis, or perhaps most importantly when she let it happen the second time – officially obliterating that line between friends and something more.
She had known that ‘something more’ wouldn’t be easy, wouldn’t be exactly what she wanted, and wouldn’t be good for her; and, if she hadn’t, she would have after he reminded her ten times about what a bad idea it all was before he so much as kissed her. She just hadn’t cared.
It wasn’t that he was mean to her, like Jimmy had been. It wasn’t like he was mooching off her for his own gain – if anything it was the other way around. It wasn’t that he didn’t do domestic, although that would be a hard adjustment. It wasn’t even that he drew females to him like moths to a flame (although if she had to chase off another Lynda with a y, or put up with another brilliant mistress to a French king, she was going to scream).
She just wanted one bloody ‘I love you’ sometime before she died. She’d even settle for ‘I care about you’ or ‘you mean a lot to me’. Jimmy had had the sense to tell her he loved her, even if it had been a blatant lie; he had known it was the only way he’d be getting into bed.
She didn’t even care if it was a bloody platitude, she just wanted to hear it. She had to be able to believe that this thing between them was more than just sex for him.
“Pluto, late twenty-first century,” the bastard was announcing grandly as the Tardis was winding down to a stop. “Height of the Barmanian Empire.”
“Pluto?” she asked suspiciously, thinking of the small rock of ice that she had always been told existed out past Neptune.
“Pluto,” he confirmed. “Well, Atinskilis by their name. Home to the Atins. Called Plutarians by your people the first time you realize they existed. Took you bloody long enough too – spent centuries wasting time looking for life on Mars. I must tell you, when the Atins found out their home wasn’t even classified as a real planet, they were quite insulted.”
“If we made every hunk of rock a planet, science class would be a bit of a nightmare,” she pointed out.
He managed to look offended at that, “I’ll have you know that size doesn’t really matter.”
“Yes. It does,” she replied firmly. Even knowing he meant it indignantly on the planets behalf, she couldn’t help but shoot a suggestive glance downwards at his trousers. Not that he had any problems in that regard.
Unfortunately it took a lot more than that to make a 900 yr old Time Lord blush. “Right then,” he began. “Let’s go have a look.”
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“Height of the Barmanian Empire?” She raised her eyebrows in disbelief as they took in their surroundings. It was obviously the main city, but degradation was everywhere. The buildings were run down, and all the lifeforms they had seen were dressed in extreme poverty. Or at least extreme poverty by earth standards. “If I were the Barmanians I don’t think I’d want to own up to that fact.”
The Doctor’s forehead was creased in a frown. “I could have sworn…..”
As he rambled on about what was supposed to be occurring, she began to tune out. Yes, the Orichoga festival sounded lovely, but she didn’t think they had a chance of seeing that. Sometimes she wondered if the Tardis was capable of ever landing in the right place and the right time.
Sometimes she’d actually like to see the wondrous sights the Doctor kept promising her were out there.
“Might as well have a look around then.” She began to gravitate towards the tall building where many of the Atins seemed to be going.
There was a moving projection on the tower in the center of the square. The Doctor looked up, deciphering the script that was up there. “Ah,” he sounded as if he had just discovered the secrets of the universe. “August 21, 2071. We’re ten years too early.”
He followed behind her, his hands shoved casually in his pockets. “2071, why does that year sound familiar?”
Rose paused in her walk, glancing suspiciously at the quiet buildings around them. “Revolution?” she asked the question with distaste, remembering their last stop when she had nearly been killed in the overthrow of the local government.
“No.....” he let the word draw out as he tried to think, and then shrugged casually. “Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me.”
Famous last words. The Doctor never seemed to forget about an influx of fluffy bunnies.
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It was easy to forget about the sense of impending danger while they chatted with the mayor of the city. Well, the Doctor chatted. She stood silently beside them, trying not to scream in frustration. She assumed she was glowering rather ominously, as Ankh-jon Eken kept glancing nervously her way. It figured the mayor would be an attractive younger female. And, of course, she looked humanoid.
Of course the man had engaged in a flirtation with a walking and talking tree; not much seemed to deter him.
One would think an elected public official would be above common mating rituals. It wasn’t that she couldn’t understand the attraction; she was sleeping with the man. She just hated how every woman felt they had the right to act on it. It wasn’t that he particularly encouraged them, he just never discouraged them. It never occurred to him that introducing Rose as his ‘friend’ left the door wide open for interpretation.
She supposed she should be grateful that there wasn’t a horde of them aboard the Tardis by now, the Doctor’s groupies.
When Ankh excused herself to go check on some work being done in her office, Rose was more than happy to see her go. And for her sanity, she pretended not to see the flirtatious glance the woman shot back over her shoulder.
“Why don’t we….” The Doctor’s words were cut off by the press of her lips against his.
When she pulled away she pointed a finger at him in what she tried not to make an accusatory manner, “Just remember who you’re going home with, ya?”
She walked away before he could respond, knowing exactly how much he hated jealousy. She wasn’t in the mood for a lecture on how he didn’t do domestic arrangements. She knew she had no lasting claim on him, but for once she just wanted to feel like she mattered at least in the here and now.
He may not have wanted her to get jealous, but sometimes she just couldn’t help it.
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If she were a different type of person, she would wonder why she did it. But somehow risking her life for others was common place at this point. But what was she supposed to do, leave the child in the middle of the square during the worst earthquake the planet had ever seen?
Of course the Doctor had forgotten about the rash of earthquakes hitting Atinskilis in 2071. They weren’t important in the planet’s history at all. They were just the fodder for the rebuilding of the Atin society under the rule of the Barmarians, leading them to cultural and technological glory. No, not important at all.
Getting knocked out by a falling pillar hadn’t been in her plans, but the little girl had been safe, protected under Rose’s body.
When her eyes fluttered awake the earth still felt like it was moving beneath her, and her head felt like it was split in two. But even in her groggy state she could see the Doctor’s worried face swimming in front of her eyes.
“I’m alive then,” her words were a little slurred. If this were heaven she wouldn’t have a headache, and the Doctor would be professing his undying love.
“You’re alive,” the words were quiet, not full of his usual boisterous enthusiasm. And they shook a little in the delivery.
She felt his hand stroke through her hair, and refused to feel a little sick when she could see a little blood on his fingers. “You, Rose Tyler, are amazing.”
“Time you noticed,” she quipped, proud she could come up with something semi-intelligent with the pounding in her head.
“Saved little Bdenke, didn’t you?” he gave a weak smile. He never looked away from her face, but she could see the girl standing over the Doctor’s shoulder, her mother crying as she wrapped her arms around her little girl. He leaned a little closer so his words were for her alone. “Bdenke q’Prke. She’s going to discover the cure for ‘farin’, their biological equivalent of cancer.”
“You can remember that, but you can’t remember the earthquakes that nearly destroy a planet?” she couldn’t bear to bring her voice to above more than a whisper.
“I remembered,” he tried to infuse some insult into his voice to cover up the guilt. And he had. It had just been after they had started.
The pain in her head began to increase, and she closed her eyes in defense. “I think I need a doctor,” she whispered, and when she looked back at him those words had caused another flash of pain to cross his face.
“I can take care of that on the Tardis,” he told her, gathering her up in his arms. And that somehow made the pain recede just a little, being safe in the cradle of his arms. Ignoring all efforts from the crowd to help him, he kept her supported, carrying her despite her obvious bulk. He spared a glance for nobody, even though she could see Ankhe hovering worriedly at the front of the pack. He just kept his eyes locked with hers.
“You scared me Rose Tyler,” she could tell he was trying to make the words light as he laid her down on her bed in the Tardis, but they were somber in a way he didn’t realize. Hard to play the light-hearted fool when a trace of her blood was still on his fingers.
It seemed a waste of breath to apologize when this was who she was, who they were. He had scared her more than once in their two years together. But she as much as she wished he was always this focused on her, she hated the haunted look in his eyes. Not the first time she’d seen it, but it came more often now. And if she really tried to concentrate, she could probably link it back to the first time he kissed her.
“I’m going to be fine,” she replied, giving what comfort she could despite the pounding in her head. He rarely showed this level of need anymore now, not since the regeneration.
“Yes, you are,” he told her firmly, but even she could hear the for now implicit in the words.
“You’re going to be just fine,” he reiterated the words, trying to convince both himself and her. She wanted to insist he go get her some pain medication at the very least, but it was rather obvious he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side just yet. She closed her eyes as he leaned over and placed a kiss upon her forehead. “I won’t have it any other way.”
She wanted to promise him that she would stay with him forever, that she would never die or leave, but his lips slid down to cover hers, and cut off all speech. And when he pulled away she didn’t force the issue, just gave him a tenuous smile as he pulled out the sonic screwdriver to do a better scan of her injuries. “Rose Tyler, you are going to have to start taking better care of yourself,” he muttered the words as the little instrument blinked.
“I’ll pick up some vitamins next time we drop by Mum’s.” She kept it light, because it was obvious that was the mood he wanted.
But she’d already realized what she should have taken into account a long time ago. This was how he told her he loved her. In his actions, with his eyes, and in all the little things he said (Of course they would have to work on repelling the other women, but he just needed to become a little more aware of his own sexuality). His actions meant more than a platitude he didn’t want to give. Not saying the words was his own protection, but he loved her all the same. Not classifying her as his ‘significant other’ allowed him his delusions, and she’d let him keep them if that’s what he wanted.
She’d still like to hear the words, but she didn’t need them. He was there to show her how he felt.
Although as she lay on her bed with the Doctor tending to her, she still wondered if there wasn’t a bit of a streak of masochism somewhere in there. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and she could feel a scratch along the side of her left leg. And this certainly wasn’t the first time that it had happened.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Guh, that was hard to write. All the ideas I wanted to go with contradicted everything my recipient asked for (aka: a certain level of angst seemed to be in everything I wrote). But it’s done, and it’s on time! Bonus! Even if this is incredibly flufftastic for me.
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I was a little worried it didn't fit the criteria you requested as much as you would want. But I did managed to keep (nearly all at least) of the angst out of there, even if it was a stretch.
Glad you enjoyed it.
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This was how he told her he loved her. In his actions, with his eyes, and in all the little things he said (Of course they would have to work on repelling the other women, but he just needed to become a little more aware of his own sexuality). His actions meant more than a platitude he didn’t want to give. Not saying the words was his own protection, but he loved her all the same. Not classifying her as his ‘significant other’ allowed him his delusions, and she’d let him keep them if that’s what he wanted.
She’d still like to hear the words, but she didn’t need them. He was there to show her how he felt.
That's so very much in character - for him to behave that way, and for her to realise it. Very nicely done :)
Thanks for taking part in the ficathon!
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And thanks too for organizing this ficathon. It was an excellent idea.
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Beautifully put. Very subtle, truthful and perceptive.
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That was so very fab.
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Gosh there's some good Doctor Who fic around. My other fandoms sometimes feel like barren wastelands.
Lovely!
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(Apparently she missed all the past seasons of Doctor Who, lol)
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No, I haven't written anything similar. Well, technically I have, but this is the first time I've ever written for Doctor Who.