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DJ Tyler. Nineteen years old, brilliant, quick witted, resourceful brunette with a London accent. That's all anyone kn...
Step By New Step
Woo! So excited to be postin' my first prompt fic for @flashfictionfridayofficial!! What better way to start things off than with this particular prompt for these two as they work through the aftermath of everything that is Journey's End. [over on ao3] Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: Metacrisis Doctor/Rose Tyler WC: 1000 “Still gettin’ used to sleeping like a regular person?”
Jumping, the Doctor twirls around, forces a grin as he meets Rose’s cheeky smile. She’s leaning against the door-frame, shadows beneath her eyes. Looks a bit like he feels, all out of sorts.
“Regular? Who says I’m regular. Never stuck to regular, me.”
“Like how you’re taking your coffee?” There’s a definite hint of laughter there now to her tone. “Irregular?”
Two days. It’s been two days in the wake of his original self leaving. Well, fifty-three hours and sixteen minutes, actually. But who’s counting?
Not him. Why’d he go and do something like that?
Okay, maybe it’s helping. Has been. Kind of.
Fingers tapping against his thigh, he stares at the coffee machine. Listening to the water bubbling away. Optimal temperature. Tries not to count down the seconds in time with how long it’s been since he’d flipped the switch, destroyed the Dalek fleet, told Rose he—
“Still gettin’ used to sleeping like a regular person?”
Jumping, the Doctor twirls around, forces a grin as he meets Rose’s cheeky smile. She’s leaning against the door-frame, shadows beneath her eyes. Looks a bit like he feels, all out of sorts.
“Regular? Who says I’m regular. Never stuck to regular, me.”
“Like how you’re taking your coffee?” There’s a definite hint of laughter there now to her tone. “Irregular?” She pushes off from the frame, heading over to join him proper in this almond-expanse of a kitchen. “Didn’t think you even knew how to work one of these things.” ‘Or need to use it,’ is implied by the flicker of her gaze over his features—probably looks tired. And he is.
It’s awful feeling it. How do humans function like this from day to day?
“Oh, there’s plenty you don’t know about me, Rose Tyler.” Like how her mascara’s smudged and he has the weirdest urge to fix it. While simultaneously wanting to go right back to bed this very instant, and what does that say about him? Him? The Doctor.
“Mm, so I’ve noticed.” There’s a hint of cheek there, but the way her gaze flicks away from him says it’s more than that.
Smoothing down his shirt, he focuses on the machine more than her. Oh, the water’s stopped boiling, he can… do the clicky thing now.
Fit the coffee grounds in.
Though as he struggles with that, a sigh breaks through the open space. And Rose’s hands, gentle and still so kind, take the portafilter from his.
“Lemme do it,” she says. “Saves us a couple of minutes.” She flashes him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and he shuffles back, letting her work the machine.
It feels… so wrong, this. Domestic.
But also…
Studying her profile, he chews on the inside of his mouth—probably picked it up from Donna, not his habit. It’s not just weariness, is it? Not with Rose. It’s… it’s probably him.
More than likely.
Most definitely.
‘But he’s not you.’ So heart-broken as she’d said it back then, with eyes only for his original self. Standing right there, beside the TARDIS. “Sorry,” he blurts out.
She stills. Then she’s fitting a cup beneath the nozzle. “For what?” It’s casual, a little strained, her response.
“For… Just…” He flails a hand about for the answer. Can’t push any of what he really wants to say out into the open. Everything within him’s babbling about it too fast. “This,” he settles on.
Me, he almost says. But doesn’t.
“S’ not your fault,” she says, cold, curt. Glaring at the coffee machine like it’s out to get her. Then she takes a breath in, releases it. “Just… need time to work through this, yeah?” She glances his way, the small smile’s back. But it’s a bit brighter, not meant to hurt. “An’ we got plenty of that now.”
She’s saying it for him, not for herself. He can tell.
He doesn’t know how, just does. In the inflection. In the way she looks at him, like she’s seeing someone else. Someone better.
Running a hand through his hair, fast and rough, he breathes out through his nose. Turns away.
He hears the clink of the cup three seconds before arms wrap around his waist. “Don’t,” she says, then there's light pressure—she's pressing her forehead against his back. Warmth against his spine. “Don’t do that.”
He looks down at the tiled floor. “Do what?”
“Go all distant, going somewhere I can’t follow.” Her arms tighten around him. On automatic he rests a hand over hers, runs his thumb over the back of it. “I’m still here.”
“Then stay here.”
His singular heart twists in his chest. And he turns, holding her close. The rapid beat of her own heart thrums against his ribcage, her floral perfume brushing past his nose.
He kisses the crown of her head. It’s stiff, but his to do. For her sake. “All this time,” he murmurs, “I’ve been running. But when I was at my worst… you showed up.”
Something like a laugh breaks out of her, but it catches in her throat. “Just that one word: 'run', and it’s all we did,” she says, teasing. “Going from one place to the next, never stopping. All those different places we went to… People we met. An’ you could say what you like, but I could see how kind you were, even then.” “Couldn’t have asked for a better friend, pulling more of that out of me. Making me see it for myself.” Stepping back, the Doctor looks into her eyes. Hazel, flecked with hints of green. Lashes fluttering as she tries to fight back her tears. “Or who you’ve become to me now.”
She reaches up, cupping his face between her hands. And for a moment, just a moment, they stay like that. Seeing past everything they were and to what they’ll be able to have in the future—their future—together. Separate strands from their timeline weaving together in silver and gold.
Then he kisses her.
It’s an awkward thing, unlike the surge of emotions yanked out of them both on Bad Wolf Bay. Slow with hesitance, but she guides him, her lips soft against his own. When they part, he presses his forehead to hers. Gentle, as she’d been with him. Trying to convey what he can’t in words.
And together they breathe into the quiet.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor & Original Daemon Character Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Original Daemon Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Daemon Settling (His Dark Materials), Angst, Adjustment Period, Pete's World (Doctor Who), Introspection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Episode: s04e13 Journey's End (Doctor Who), Character Study, Double Drabble, Complicated Relationships Series: Part 4 of Daemon Days Summary:
One heart. One form.
But who are they, really, beyond what they've been made to become?
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor & Original Daemon Character Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Original Daemon Character(s) Additional Tags: Episode: s04e12-13 The Stolen Earth | Journey's End, Alternate Universe - Daemons, Daemon Settling (His Dark Materials), Daleks - Freeform, Introspection, Character Study, Post-Regeneration (Doctor Who), Angst, Internal Conflict, Daemons, Ficlet Series: Part 3 of Daemon Days Summary:
Time Lords daemons don't settle, but he isn't altogether Time Lord.
And he isn't going to let the Daleks escape again.
📌 My Doctor Who Fanfic Masterpost 📌 Hi hi! I’m Artron but feel free to call me Art! I dabble in writing all kinds of Doctor Who fanfic, mostly focusing on the Ninth and Tenth Doctors (with some Master content too). Expect some Thoschei and Timepetals as I get further into my longfics ;3 Very big into world-building, hurt/comfort and character exploration with the occasional Daemon AU thrown in here and there! Below you'll find my current collection over on Ao3. 🌌🌠 Residuum 🌠🌌 T+. 17/24 Chapters. 11,742 WC. Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler. From echoes of the past to whispers of the future, every moment leaves its mark.
This collection of drabbles and ficlets delves into quiet interludes and sharp turning points, tracing the evolving trust between the Ninth Doctor and Rose—how their bond shapes who they are and who they are to become. ✨Daemon Days Series✨ 🔹 [Changing Stars] -- Gen. 100 WC. First Doctor. Daemons are a constant; as their person ages, they fit themselves into one form. So why shouldn't it be the same for Time Lords? 🔹 [Alloy] -- Gen. 1031 WC. Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler. Why does the Doctor pretend his daemon doesn't exist? They're rarely apart, but it's as if the Watcher's all just that - a title. Observing from afar, only jolting into action when it's strictly necessary. ...Until she isn't anymore.
The wolverine daemon chooses to break her own patterns, and Rose finds confirmation in what she'd already suspected. 🔹 [The Choice] -- Gen. 136 WC. Metacrisis Doctor. Time Lords daemons don't settle, but he isn't altogether Time Lord.
And he isn't going to let the Daleks escape again. 🔹[Quiet Aftermath] -- Gen. 200 WC. Metacrisis Doctor/Rose Tyler. One heart. One form.
But who are they, really, beyond what they've been made to become?
More to be updated as I continue postin'! Happy reading! 💜