Hook isn't Hook around Emma he is just Killian.
The Saviour isn't the Saviour around Killian she is just Emma.
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NineRose AU / The Wolf’s Cub : “Doctor...Doctor...Doctor?” Rose repeats his name, resting her shoulder on the threshold of their flat’s bathroom and looking on in puzzlement over the distant gaze in his pale blue eyes.
“Mmm?” Is all she gets for a response.
“Didn’t you hear me? I’ve been telling you for the past minute that breakfast is ready,” Rose relays her message again, sipping on her morning cuppa tea.
“You have? Sorry, Rose. Was off in my own little world,” he apologizes for his lack of attention while extending his index finger over to their daughter, sitting there in hushed awe.
“What were you thinking about that’s got you all dazed?” Rose walks into the bathroom and kneels down near the tub, joining her Doctor and their child.
“I’ve seen countless futures, Rose, but I’ve never really done much planning for my own. I thought: ‘what’s the point of planning if I’m out there traveling?’ Now that our daughter’s here, I have a future to map out...it’s throwing me ‘round the bend, but I can’t wait to see where this future with the two of you goes,” He answers, drying off their daughter with her favourite blue towel.
“Well, we can’t go off into the unknown without eating first. Your eggs are getting cold,” Rose hoists herself up, reaching for the Doctor’s hand to help him off the floor, face beaming with a cheerful smile.
The Doctor kisses Rose and then lifts their daughter out of the tub, carrying her into the dining room while humming an ancient lullaby.
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Ninerose AU / On Borrowed Time : “You feel so familiar to me...like I knew you in another life.”
Those simple words exchanged between them were enough to fan the flames of their passionate and fiery romance. They couldn’t get enough of each other, unable to relax, making love anywhere they could. In his bed, on her couch, and, when they were especially brave and gutsy, on the tube after one of their many dates. It didn’t take long for them at all to move in with each other, and a few months after that, get married in a quick ceremony at the court house to the surprise of no one in their inner circle.
However, nine months of wedded bliss later, Rose’s husband had begun distancing himself from her. The long, rambling conversations they used to indulge in had been reduced down to just small talk. Their love making had trickled down to barely nothing, Rose finding herself sleeping alone more often as he occupied their den. Something was deeply troubling him, but no matter how gently she offered to help him process it, he wouldn’t budge.
For how he could ever possibly hope to explain to her the nightmares he’d been plagued with? The terrifying aliens that screamed in his face, the horror of the monsters who relentlessly chased him, or watching whole planets being incinerated before his very eyes? She would think he’d lost his mind.
So, after tossing and turning on it for too long, he knew he had to do something about and took off looking for the bright blue box he kept seeing in his dreams, thinking it held the answer to his massive identity crisis.
“I love you...no matter what may happen to me,” he told Rose as he left their home in the early morning hours, leaving her standing stunned in the kitchen, wondering what in the bloody hell he meant by that.
Still very much in sync with each other, both of them were praying their marriage wasn’t on borrowed time.
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