#s: donna noble x ten

[fandomjunkyard]

putting the ball in your court. for the ask game: doctor who!!!

AAAA OK meant to do this yesterday but I was completely blasted

Favorite Character

It's gotta be The Doctor, I absolutely love this dude. 9 is such a fun yet jaded feeling doctor, 10 has the best Arc and honestly the best season (4) out of any of the new series (still haven't watched Oldwho yet I will one day), 11 has this Wonka-esque feel to him very whimsical but still capable of darkness, and 12 seems so tired of it all at some points and then is so excited to be alive almost like 9. (plus that war speech is so amazing blows me away god I'll never get over it) All things considered it's 10 but 12 is a close runner up!

Second Favorite Character

DONNA NOBLE MY BELOVED AAAAA!!! She will not be bossed around! She is a smart, funny, courageous, outspoken super temp and she means the world to me!!! Her interactions with 10 are amazing especially when he stops her from putting herself down. (but imagine her with 9?? Art)

Least Favorite Character

Overall? Pretty much anybody besides Graham or The Master from 13's run, not really saying much I just didn't really care for any of them. Graham says something a little funny every now and then, and The Master is well... The Master so it's less of I liked them rather they entertained me enough for me not to dislike them.

Character I'm Most Like

Honestly I would say Donna Noble but sadly I don't really have her spine. 😔 If we're going for a goal to aspire to I'm going for 10 or 12, please I'm begging give me some quick wit my brain is always running at half power.

Favorite Pairing

I don't really tend to ship things in media, it's pretty rare that I'll find something I like enough to ship. However, I do enjoy the angst that Ten x Rose gives. I think if I were the shipping type maybe Nine x Rose or Doctor x River would be what I would gravitate towards.

Least Favorite Pairing

Doctor x Donna, I'm begging let them just be friends, just good ole pals. Platonic soul mates if you will.

Favorite Moment

Ooooooo this one's hard. I love 9's talk with Blon in boomtown, all of his moments in Dalek, everybody lives!, plus his regeneration. I adore so much from 10 but some highlights are all of Midnight, the Family of Blood two parter, his time lord victorious arc, and just so many other little bits of dialog (especially with Donna). 11 has his Beast Below and Victory of the Daleks outbursts that I really love, his Colonel Run Away speech, River's talk with him in the same episode (you make them so afraid), and my favorite line of his "The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant". I really enjoy 12's war speech, all of Oxygen, "Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?", all of Heaven Sent, his "Fix it now" speech in Face the Raven, and so many other little quips and comments! Honestly just love this time lord getting absolutely pummeled mentally.

Rating/10

Infinity/10 I'M SO EXCITED FOR ALL THE NEW STUFF WE'RE ABOUT TO GET!!! Thank you for sending this one! Since I've been introducing some friends to it I am rotating it in my mind constantly!!

I just dumped a lot on here geez apologies!

#Ask #Doctor who

[sherl-grey]

okay okay nuwho for the ask! 💙

HI sorry i was in internet hiding for a few days but ooh thank you for the ask!! 💚 fair warning i am going to really struggle making choices here lol, apologies in advance 😂

favorite male character: can't tell if this is supposed to be in terms of canon writing or personal attachment and/or if i'm allowed to pick the Doctor--it's no secret that i really like Rory, but i'm also pretty vocal about how i feel about canon characterizations of that era (ha... haha... /sigh). i also really like Jack's character but full disclosure in that i haven't seen Torchwood so?; i just feel like he has a lot of potential for both his past and his future! if i *can* pick the Doctor, possibly Nine? i love DT but there's something about how raw and honest Nine is really gets to me

favorite female character: Donna Noble!!! my beloved!!! she's just who i had the most fun watching and who absolutely deserved a better ending/series finale in my opinion

least favorite character: i have plenty of salt to go around but still probably can't answer this with anyone other than R*ver S*ng

prettiest character: is it bad that my first thought was Ten LOL no okay um this is hard because they've cast a lot of pretty attractive people... possibly Clara? i wish they'd mixed up her style a little more but Jenna Coleman is gorgeous no doubt

funniest character: honestly not to repeat Rory and Donna again but Rory's sarcasm (also sorry but at some point him dying every other episode was laugh-worthy too) and Donna's sass were both great. also liking Graham so far (i'm watching Thirteen right now!)

favorite season: series 1!!! ninerose + bad wolf plot is simply unbeatable

favorite episode: oooh this is a tough one! really like a few of the S1 episodes (Dalek is incredible, and I actually did enjoy The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances a lot) but also love some of Eleven's fillers (Hide my beloved 💗) ((I swear I do love Ten but he has so much angst written into every scene that the sheer pain makes it hard to pick his stuff for these questions lol))

favorite romantic ship: Doctor x Rose !!!! do not ask me to pick an incarnation or we will be here for awhile

favorite family ship: does the entire RTD era JE crew count Nine, Jack, and Rose! could've watched entire seasons of them just Doing Things tbh and am sad we were robbed of that

favorite friend ship: if it doesn't have to be canon, Rose and Rory would get along so well, i don't make the rules. if it does have to be canon, Ten and Donna! they just clicked so quickly as a duo and i know this is me with my personal headcanon blinders on but i really don't think any companion has clicked with their respective Doctor(s) as easily and cohesively as Rose and Donna did

worst ship: well i mean it's doctor x r*ver (specifically eleven if i have to choose; peter capaldi at least sold it a bit more imo) for me but tbf there aren't *that* many people in new who that i can see as genuinely good romantic partners for the doctor? probably could make a chart based on how much i vibe or don't vibe with various pairings lol

#thanks for the ask! #sorry this took long #also sorry this IS long #lol #asked and answered #ask games #englishbunnyrocks #ask game

[donnaten]

#dwedit #doctorwhoedit #tenedit #donnanobleedit #tv: doctor who #c: ten #c: donna noble #dw: s04e08 #* #s: donna noble x ten

[hazelcmist]

A Cure for Christmas

Summary: Two Brits grounded and stranded in the middle of Nowhere, North Carolina during a ‘blizzard’ and there’s only one loaf of bread, one carton of milk and one hotel room left to share. Whatever will they do?

Pairing: Ten x Rose

31 days of Ficmas: Snowed In

@doctorroseprompts

The disastrous day began in the Heathrow airport. Normally, John Smith – the Doctor to his friends and colleagues – enjoyed traveling and took all the delays in stride, but Gallifrey Inc. was threatening to pull the plug on his latest vaccine that could improve and save the lives of millions world-wide. The vaccine had spent the last six months in the development stages, but the new CEO of Saxon Inc. had abruptly cut 75% of their funding. The stocks of Gallifrey Inc. had plummeted and the Doctor and Gallifrey Inc. were floundering. The start-up company had invested everything into the Doctor’s latest vaccine, but if they couldn’t find an immediate investor, Gallifrey Inc. would be bankrupt by the end of the year and the much-needed vaccine would never be completed.

Any hopes of salvaging his career, completing the vaccine, and rescuing the company that had taken him in like a family from financial ruin was now pinned on one company that had shown some recent interest in the vaccine.

Vitex.

Vitex’s CEO was currently at their American headquarters in Los Angeles. Donna Noble generally handled this sort of thing, but Pete Tyler had requested to meet the Doctor himself, and Donna had Bronchitis. The Doctor loved traveling, but he was anxious about the meeting and he was already running behind schedule.

Thanks to Donna’s brilliance, the Doctor had managed to get on one of the few direct flights to LAX, but the departure kept getting pushed back. By the time the pretty blonde fetched up against the bar and rammed her valise into his kneecap, the Doctor had been waiting for three hours and was two banana daiquiris deep at the airport bar.

“Oi! Mind the knees!” 

She whipped around and the Doctor’s breath caught in his throat. 

“Sorry,” she said with a dazzling apologetic smile. “Lost my balance. Think I broke one of my heels running through the airport,” she confessed with a wince.

“Let me take a look,” he offered before he could stop himself.

The Doctor was usually quite good with fixing things, but unfortunately this innate ability did not extend to women’s footwear.

Twenty minutes later, she was barefoot and sharing a stool with him at the packed bar, and they had yet another round of banana daiquiris in front of them.

“’s not your fault,” she assured him, patting his leg. The Doctor tried to disguise the shiver that went through him at her touch.

“I broke your other heel too,” he lamented. 

“’s okay,” she said, squeezing his knee, “I hate high heels, can’t run in them.”

The Doctor gazed out at the crowd passing in and out of the duty-free shop across the way and a brilliant idea occurred to him.

“Wait here,” he instructed her.

He was back in a jiffy with a newly purchased pair of Chucks for her. They even matched her red blouse. She laughed when he made sure to point this out to her and launched into a lecture on the merits of proper footwear and little shops in airports. The Doctor wished he could’ve recorded that laugh and could’ve bottled the feeling that it evoked inside of him.

Suddenly, the crew announced that they were preparing for boarding.

“Sorry, I’ve got to run for my life,” he said, throwing some money down on the bar to cover both drinks. 

It didn’t occur to him until he was seated at the back of the plane with his nose in a book and a warm tingly feeling resonating in his chest that he’d felt so comfortable with her, and yet he hadn’t even learned her name.

* 

The flight was a nightmare. Rose loved travelling and was looking forward to seeing her father and finally getting a tour of Los Angeles and the new Vitex Headquarters, but the flight had been turbulent and in spite of everything Rose had tried to do to help, her seatmate had gotten violently ill. She hadn’t been the only one. The plane was forced to make an emergency landing because of the inclement weather and one of the flight attendants suddenly taking ill as well. Rose was seated in first class and was therefore one of the first to exit the plane, only after another flight attendant assured her that the other woman would be fine and was being seen to by a doctor.

Rose didn’t know where they ended up, but it became immediately clear judging from the empty terminal, that this place was a far cry from Heathrow. All of the gates were empty, save for a few sparrows that were hopping from seat to seat, eagerly looking for crumbs. 

“Where are we?” Rose wondered aloud.

“No idea,” a voice said cheerfully and Rose turned to find the bloke from the airport bar beaming at her. “Hello again,” he greeted her, wiggling his fingers.

“Hello,” Rose echoed, smiling widely. He had some great hair, some really great hair. She honestly wasn’t sure how long they stood there staring at each other as the rest of the passengers flowed around them and ran for the baggage claim and the customer service desk.

“Nice Chucks,” he complimented her with a wink.  

“Thanks,” she said with a touch-touched grin that caused him to sway toward her as if she was magnetic. “’m Rose,” she introduced herself. 

“I’m the Doctor,” he said, taking her hand. The way his fingers curled around hers, felt right, so right that she was reluctant to let go.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. 

“Starved,” Rose admitted. “I want chips.” 

“Allonsy,” he said, leading the way. “Let’s go find a chippie.” 

*

It quickly became clear that they were not in London anymore.

“Closed?” The Doctor sputtered for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. “What do you mean you’re closed?”

“It’s gonna snow,” the manager of the fourth and final place to eat explained with a shrug. “The whole airport’s shutting down. 

“But what about our flight?”

The manager shrugged again.

“It’ll be rescheduled,” he grunted, “Maybe in a few days?”

“A few days?” The Doctor’s jaw dropped, but the manager was already pushing past him with his staff eagerly following him out of the terminal.

Rose and the Doctor discovered that while they’d wasted their time tracking down all four of the places that served food, their fellow passengers had been discussing and making rearrangements. By the time they got to the last couple of harried airport employees, there wasn’t much left.

“We don’t know when the next flight out will be,” the kindly representative, Lynda explained to them and one other passenger in a ballcap. “They’re saying we could get six inches of snow.”

“Six? That’s it?” barked the passenger with a nasally accent next to them, “Where I come from, that’s nothing. Let me tell you about the blizzard of ’78. I had to dig myself out of a snow drift eight feet high and walk all the way to the packie for a six-pack of beer-”

“We only have five snow plows for the entire state and one of them got hit by a truck yesterday,” Lynda interrupted him. “But they salted the roads two days ago, so hopefully we’ll be up and running by Wednesday.”

“Two days ago!” the passenger barked. “What the fuck is that supposed to do? Do you guys even know how to de-ice a plane? Does anyone here even own an ice scraper? Or a shovel?”

“If the snow sticks and we get as much as they’re predicting,” Lynda explained to a very confused Rose and the Doctor, “The whole state will shut down for the next forty-eight hours, possibly longer depending on how quickly it melts. I’m sorry. I can put you up in a room in the hotel across the road, courtesy of British Airways, but I’ve only got one room left.”

Rose and the Doctor were too stunned to disagree. With a few clicks the agent had arranged for them to share a room for a night, possibly two, depending on the weather. 

“There’s a convenience store right outside the hotel,” she informed them, “I’d recommend stocking up on supplies before we get snowed in and they close.”

“Where’s the nearest Dunkin’ Donuts? What about Market Basket?” the other man was demanding as Rose and the Doctor gathered up their baggage and hurried out before the shop closed.

Luckily the hotel was in walking distance, but the shop was attached to a petrol station. Rose and the Doctor were shocked by the amount of cars lined up for petrol and the amount of people who left their cars running to do their shopping. The shop was small, but what little they had was swept up into the arms of anxious, fearful people prepared to weather an apocalypse. Surely, Rose and the Doctor must’ve heard the weather reports wrong, because the shelves were practically bare. One of the clerks told them that a fist fight had nearly erupted over the last case of water. All that remained now was one slightly smooshed loaf of bread and a carton of milk that had the sell by date rubbed off.

The Doctor opened the milk up, sniffed it, and decided that it would do. He added the last three jars of some weird organic jam to their basket as well, ignoring Rose’s roll of her eyes when he insisted on opening that up to sample as well.

The Doctor actually crowed in triumph when the shopkeeper brought out some bananas that had been missed in the back. But once Rose confessed that she’d actually brought tea and biscuits from home at her father’s request, the Doctor gave her a smile so blindingly bright that her face warmed.

“Rose,” he gushed, taking her hand and swinging it between them, “You are fantastic!”

They left the shop together just as it was beginning to snow. Tiny flurries drifted down around them and the Doctor made a dramatic show of trying to catch them on his tongue. He kept her laughing right up until they approached the front desk of the hotel and found out they’d been given a room.

A room with only one bed.

“Are you sure there aren’t any other rooms available?” the Doctor asked the concierge. But the man apologized that they were all booked up because of the grounded flights and the ‘blizzard’ coming in.

“Isn’t it exciting? They’re saying we could get up to a foot of snow!” the concierge squealed, “I’ve never seen snow before. I can’t wait to build my first snowman!” He clapped his hands together enthusiastically, oblivious to Rose and the Doctor’s strained smiles as they considered the prospect of sharing a hotel room and a bed with a stranger for multiple nights.

The lift was small, but their room seemed even smaller to Rose once the door clicked shut behind them. Logically Rose knew the hotel room was probably larger than most of the rooms she’d stayed in over the last few years, but she didn’t think the Doctor had been quite so tall, so manly and so attractive until they were in a confined space together.

And that was bad, very bad, because Rose had just gotten out of an awful relationship and she had no intention of starting another one. After Jimmy Stone, Rose didn’t want to even look at another man, let alone sleep in the same bed as one.

No matter how much more fit and brilliant the bloke appeared to be in comparison to her ex.

“I can sleep on the floor,” Rose offered generously at the same time as he did.

They looked at each other and then glanced away again with a bit of nervous laughter. The Doctor rubbed at the nape of his neck and Rose sat down on the edge of the bed to unlace her Chucks that unfortunately weren’t quite broken in yet. She couldn’t quite disguise a flinch as she removed her left shoe. The new shoes had made the blisters that had formed from her ruined heel worse. 

“Mind if I take a look?” he offered, and Rose folded her arms over her chest.

“You broke my other heel,” she reminded him pointedly. “’m not sure I trust you around anything. 

“I’m a Doctor,” he assured her, “Well, sort of,” he mollified removing a pair of specs from the inside of his suit jacket, “I have a Doctorate in Physics and Chemistry, but I only did a brief stint in Engineering, Astronomy and Medicine, but that has to count for something, right?”

Rose blinked at him and he took that as permission. Kneeling down on the carpet at her feet, he carefully examined her left foot. Her eyelids slid to half-mast as he started to massage her heel and the arch of her foot, and then her toes. She was practically purring by the time he finished up with one foot and moved onto the other.

“You spend a lot of time on your feet,” he noted, repeating the same glorious patterns on her right foot.

“Used to work in a shop, twelve-hour shifts, constantly running around,” she explained, suppressing a moan of pleasure as he hit just the right spot with his magical fingers. The Doctor must’ve caught the sound she made, because he abruptly released her foot and stood up.

“Right, well, it looks like as long as you don’t wear shoes for the next few days those blisters should heal up on their own,” he said, backing away from her. The room was so small that he didn’t get very far.

“Don’t think that should be much of a problem, seeing as we’re not going anywhere for the next couple of days,” Rose sighed and looked out the window. In the glow of lamplight in the car park, she could see the snowflakes coming down faster and heavier.

The Doctor stepped toward the window and pushed the curtains wide. If it kept snowing like this then there was no way he was going to get out in time to make his appointment with Pete Tyler, and if he didn’t get the funding for Vitex, his colleagues and friends were going to lose their jobs, and the Doctor would never get a chance to get the vaccine out for a disease that was affecting millions of lives.

“You alright?”

He turned around and found Rose, bathed in the soft ambient lighting of the hotel room. The red blouse paired beautifully with what was left of her lipstick and highlighted the healthy rosy flush to her cheeks. She’d taken her hair down from its updo and her hair was longer than he expected, spilling down over her shoulders.

Rose reminded him a bit of Reinette, but there was nothing fake about her or her beauty. Her kindness and the beating heart that it came from was all genuine. It was a shame he’d sworn off relationships after his affair with the Parisian had ended in heartbreak, because he already knew that Rose was beautiful inside and out.

“I’m fine,” he lied.

She gave him a skeptical look, but fortunately she didn’t press him as she gathered up her toiletries and a change of clothes.

“Gonna use the loo, unless…” She waited for him to object, but he motioned for her to go ahead.

And then he was left alone again to contemplate how he was about to lose everything he’d worked for over the last decade, letting down more and more people with every snowflake that piled up outside.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#31 days of ficmas #doctorroseprompts #fic and chips #my writing

[ladyzayinwonderland]

for the fandom ask: G, S, and X? :D

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

YES I remember my first OTP and it was Eowyn and Faramir! As a wee lass I couldn’t stand romance, but when my dad and I were reading lotr I fell in love with both characters and thought “huh, I’d be okay if they ended up together.” Well baby Zay’s dreams came true in RotK when they fell in love and married! Best reading experience ever.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Okay so I’m really bad at headcanons... but I like to believe that Ten and Rose were actually much more open about their relationship with one another, and that they knew they loved each other. It doesn’t necessarily soften the blow of Doomsday or Journey’s End, but it satisfies my feelings enough lol (there was a really good fic I once read that solidified this idea for me and I’ll forever stand by it now)

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Let’s gooooooooo!! (there are so many oh no)

Eowyn, Faramir, Boromir, the seventh doctor, the eighth doctor, the tenth doctor, Ace McShane, Donna Noble, Bucky Barnes, and Wanda Maximoff, just to name a few ^_^

#thank you Gurt!! #very fun questions indeed :) #although that last one goodness gracious #you never really know how many favs you have until you’re limited to only ten #there are so many others that I fiercely love and it was so hard 😭 #gurt #zay answers things

[some-thrilling-heroics]

And move to the amazing beauty and fiery woman that is Donna Noble

YES!

1: sexuality headcanon hmm never actually thought abt that…2: otp Donna x Ten3: brotp Ten, also Martha4: notp low self esteem5: first headcanon that pops into my head the Doctor came back for her and put the metacrisis bullshit into a fob watch and took Donna on many more glorious adventures6: favorite line from this character Stop BLIPPING me! You’re not mating with me, Sunshine! You’re not telling me to shut up! When I say ‘giant’ I don’t mean ‘big’, I mean FLIPPING  E N OU R M O U S !7: one way in which I relate to this character where do I start lol? XD anxiety, low self esteem, emotionally abusive family member that for some reason only can manage to criticize her…. I’d like to think protective instincts and loyalty too, sometimes I may also have her mouth lol8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character the scene where she took the round thing from the dying Ood to speak into it, like, that was cringy… oh, I also skip that bit in the Runaway Bride but it’s just so damn sad I can’t bear to watch it T_T9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? cinnamon roll!

#my replies #donna noble #doctor who

[moonah-rose]

For the Doctor who ask meme numbers 2 and 8?

2. Top 3 companions

This list usually changes, except for my Number 1 spot. In fact I think I answered this same question last time I did this meme so it might be a different order to that.

Number 3: Jo Grant - I have a real soft spot for Jo. She’s the companion I identify with the most. She’s not very bright, has poor eyesight (or at least Katy does, I headcanon Jo did as well but UNIT gave her contact lenses), is a bit of a clutz, yet does have skills that come in needed like her escapology and some level of trained self-defence. She’s also just incredibly adorable and I think she gets a bit unfairly overshadowed by Liz and Sarah Jane, who are both awesome but Jo often gets called a ‘weak female character’ in comparison to them and I really don’t see it. Just because someone isn’t super smart or always assertive doesn’t make them ‘weak’ - and Jo had a lot of courage, and while she wasn’t avert in pushing feminism as Sarah Jane, she rarely paid attention to the male characters telling her to stay put and be a good girl, including the slightly sexist Three. She’s the only companion in Classic Who to save the world TWICE by offering to sacrifice herself.  Even the Master seemed fond of her!

Number 2: Jamie McCrimmon - For very similar reasons as Jo but I won’t go into too much depth because Jamie is already a popular companion. Like Jo he’s not very bright but it’s mainly due to the era he’s from and put in contrast to the Doctor and then Zoe. He’s clever in other areas and always brave. Out of all the male companions the Doctor has had on the show, he’s the only one who never felt like a rival for ‘alpha TARDIS male’. They were best friends all the way through and Jamie always had the Doctor’s back. All the Two and Jamie clinging helps as well! 

Number 1: Donna Noble. Always Donna. Much like Jo, I can relate to Donna a lot but for different reasons. Drifting through life, not sure what to do, going from temporary job to another to make ends meat, wishing for adventure but needing someone to give you that push and be there with you. And once she’s out there, among the stars, she drives so much of the story and tries to help as many people as she can, while not being afraid to shout down those who are in the wrong. The relationship with her mother was interesting as well, I much preferred Sylvia as a character over Jackie or Francine, there was a lot more layers there, both resentment and disappointment but still with a loving foundation there. And her relationship with her gramps, Wilf, was adorable. But the main relationship was her with Ten and for me that just made Series 4 and, best of all, made me really enjoy Ten. I thought she brought out the best in him so much more than Rose or Martha or any character during the Specials (even Wilf). For reasons I’m not sure, because I adore David Tennant, I just couldn’t warm to his Doctor in the first two series…maybe I was a bitter Nine fan, I dunno, but when he was with Donna it was like they were a complete. They really were the DoctorDonna.

Honorable mention: the Brigadier. Never sure whether to count him as a companion but I adore him so much. Vastra, Jenny and Strax are also fun non-companions. Also Bill was so close to making my list and probably would have if she had stayed around for another series to give her more development and go into the stuff with her and her foster mum.

8. OTPS?

The Doctor/TARDIS. Honestly I feel like it’s the only One True Pairing this show can have as they are the only two ‘characters’ who are an eternal part of the show. As much as I might want some companions to stay forever, they just can’t. I know that doesn’t get in the way of everyones ships but it is a distraction for me. But honestly this was solidified in the beautiful episode The Doctor’s Wife which is one of my favourite episodes of Moffat’s era, even if I feel it’s a subject which would have been better explored in a longer, anniversary special (think Zagreus but…less crazy and shorter). 

I know I always make Doctor x Master references, and I do honestly think there is a deep love between them beneath the hatred, at the same time I think too much has gone on and the Master CONSTANTLY keeps doing these horribly evil things that go against everything the Doctor stands for, which even after Missy’s fate I’m certain s/he will do again because the show just always needs to have the Master be the Doctor’s ‘Moriarty’ to his Holmes. I could be wrong, it depends if Chibs decides to bring the Master back, and if there is hope for redemption. I would like to think so.

Doctor/Companion ships are something I enjoy more for fun but never really a serious ‘OTP’ thing. My closest to that would be Two/Jamie, Three/Jo, Four/Romana, Eight/Charley and Nine/Rose/Jack. Not a fan of the River Song arc, sorry. Tegan/Nyssa and Bill/Heather were precious, the latter obviously being beautifully explicit. Ian/Barbara is the best developed companion-character romance in my opinion of the show. I am still a heartbroken Janto fan, even though that’s Torchwood. Also I shipped the hell out of Orcini and Bostock in Revelation of the Daleks - now those two should have got a BF spin-off!

#classic doctor who #new doctor who #dw meme

[donnaten]

Well, no one knows how they're going to be remembered. All we can do is hope for the best.

#dwedit #doctorwhoedit #rtdedit #donnanobleedit #tenedit #tv: doctor who #c: donna noble #c: ten #s: donna noble x ten #* #dw: s04e07

[whoinwhoville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lee McAvoy/Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Sylvia Noble Additional Tags: Other characters mentioned - Freeform, Fluff, it's so fluffy I'm gonna die, Crack, maybe? - Freeform, Wedding, wedding florist and photographer au, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, mean sylvia, rude sylvia, over-the-top sylvia, pre-romance ten x rose Series: Part 14 of I love AUs Summary:

Sylvia Noble: Mother-of-the-Bridezilla. But Donna, Rose, and Jonathan Smith are quite adept at standing up for themselves.

Response to this fic prompt: I’m the caterer and you’re the florist on a huge expensive wedding and we bond over what an awful person the mother of the bride is AU (with a few adjustments to the prompt).

“That dress does nothing for your figure. You look like a wedding cake topper. What do you need pockets for, anyway? Frosted coral lipstick? I don’t know why you even need a new dress. The one you wore to your first wedding was gorgeous.”

 *

“Purple and lavender? You know I don’t wear purple. I simply won’t. It is the colour of mourning. But then again, I am in mourning over this marriage.” (sniff sniff)

 *

“Cupcakes? Really Donna. I know money is tight, but that’s going too far.”

 *

“This reception hall is in a very rough part of town. No one is going to dare to go to the reception! Afraid their cars will get nicked. Pick someplace else.”

 *

“You can afford an open bar, but you are serving frozen starters from Tesco. You haven’t even hired a proper caterer.”

 *

“You are going to need more fairy lights to brighten up this dismal reception hall. At least you found a location in a safe part of town. But I can’t see my hand in front of my—“

“I. Have. Had. ENOUGH! I don’t want your help. And I certainly don’t need it!“

“But darling, it’s only three months away! And I have so much to do!”

“I am taking care of everything, and am doing a bloody good job of it, too.”

oOo

“Donna Noble, you will not sign that contract. She has no experience! The flowers will be a disgrace. I will not have my garden club friends gossiping because you carried a bouquet of food-colouring-dyed pink carnations! If you choose Rosie’s Posie’s, I’m withdrawing my support of your marriage.”

“Your support? What do you mean by support? You’re not the one shelling out the money for my wedding! Lee and I are paying for it! And as for support, you supported Lance. Even after you found out that he was a two-timing, cheating arse! You got angry with me after he left me at the altar! Support my third foot.”

“Lance has ambition! He’s going places! I saw him at the market the other day. No ring on his finger, Donna. There’s still a chance. Call him. Apologise.”

“Apologise for what? For not inviting him to the reception?”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You’re making the mistake of your life. Lee owns a fishing tackle shop. No one goes fishing anymore. Do you really think there is a future in tying flies?”

“Lee is a good man and we love each other, and I’m getting married whether you support me or not!”

Donna squinted at her mother, and with a toss of her glorious ginger hair, signed the florist’s contract, even adding a smiley-face at the end of her name.

Sylvia stood slowly. “Goodbye Donna.” She sniffed. “Come and see me sometime, maybe when you’ve decided to stop being so hurtful.” The blonde woman gathered her things, wiped an imaginary tear from her eye, and quietly left her daughter’s flat.

Rose Tyler, the forgotten third person in the room, cleared her throat. “Right. Um, thanks. We can go over the details when you’re ready. Why don’t you call me—“

“No. We’ll do it now, Rose. Your designs are exquisite. First thing I want to order: a food-colouring-dyed Carnation corsage for my mother-of-the-bridezilla.”

Rose’s eyes went wide, and then she snorted a laugh.

oOo

“I forbid you to hire that person, Donna Noble. That man is a farce! He isn’t even a professional photographer! He’s a professor! You’ll regret it every time you open your wedding album and all you see are 1970’s starbursts on the candle flames and out of focus pictures with half of your face cut off. And his idea of creativity is probably photoshopping you with angel wings in a field of stars, being he’s an astronomy teacher. What a useless degree that is. If you hire Professor Smyth, I’m withdrawing my support of your marriage.”

“Again with the support. Jonathan is brilliant. He’s a genius. He’s photographed the weddings of royalty!”

“Ha! Queen Victoria’s great-great grandniece twice removed doesn’t count as royalty. You’ve only chosen him because he’s your employer. He’s told you he’ll fire you if you don’t hire him, hasn’t he?”

“No! And I’m not hiring him. It’s his wedding gift.”

“Well, you’d be better off if he bought you towels.”

oOo

“So, what do you think, then?” Rose asked. “Is this what you were thinking of?”

“Rose, these designs are perfect! It’s like you can read my mind. And you’re sure you can do this for the contracted price?”

“Yeah. I have a great supplier. Now, it’s possible that I won’t be able to get the Lily of the Valley. Sometimes it’s scarce, but I have a backup plan. I’m going to force Paperwhite Narcissus. They’ll be gorgeous with the purple crocus and lavender hyacinth. But the purple and white tulips will be the centerpiece of your bouquet. Would you like any iris?”

“Whatever you come up with will be perfect.”

Rose blushed and bit her lip. “Thanks for giving me a chance, Donna, this being my first wedding job and all. Who recommended me?”

“My boss bought me an arrangement a while back. I remembered it.”

“What did it look like?”

“Yellow roses, daisies, and chrysanthemums in a yellow smiley-face mug.”

“I remember that order. The mug was delivered to my shop with instructions to make an arrangement that matched. That he had a friend that needed a cheer-up.”

Donna smiled wistfully. “That was right after the Lance… thing. And yeah, it did cheer me up. It’s my favourite mug.”

Rose gently squeezed Donna’s arm. “From what you’ve said, good riddance, yeah? Lee is just about perfect.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

oOo

“Anything special you’d like? Any particular shots?”

“I have a list of all of the standard group shots, but mainly we want to remember our day in a more casual way. Candids.”

“Good. That’s what I like to shoot best. Well, stars are my favourite thing to photograph, of course. How about a few pictures outside? There’s going to be a full moon that night.”

“Sounds perfect.”

oOo

Rose parked as close to the church as she could manage, but it was still several hundred feet away. Her boot, the back seat, and the front of her red VW Beetle were jam-packed with flowers. She wasn’t wearing her usual work clothes — jeans, trainers, and a t-shirt. She and Donna had struck up a friendship, and Donna had invited her to the wedding. Rose almost lost her balance as the heels of her precarious stilettos dug into the gravel of the church yard. “Shoulda brought trainers,” she grumbled as she picked up the first flat of arrangements — the boutonnieres and corsages.

“Oh! Let me help!” called a friendly voice.

“Thanks. I’m running a bit late. Got stuck behind a crash on the way and traffic was backed up for miles. How do you know Donna?”

“She’s my assistant. You know, I ordered flowers from you for Donna a while back.”

“Thanks for that. Donna hired me because of you. What’s your name again?”

“Jonathan Smyth.”

“Hello Jonathan. I’m Rose Tyler. Since you offered, I’m going to put you to work.”

oOo

“Donna, I take back everything I said about Rosie’s Posies. She did a lovely job. Now where’s my corsage.”

She presented her mother with a white box.

“Why’s this box so big?” Sylvia asked as she lifted the lid. “What in blazes is this abomination?”

“You did say you were expecting dyed carnations. Rose’s assistant left the flowers in the purple dye too long and they’re almost black. We’ll call it aubergine.”

“I refuse to wear this hideous thing! It’s six inches across! It’ll block my face!”

“No no no! You don’t pin it to your dress. It’s a wristlet! See?”

“It looks like a ruffled Frisbee. Ridiculous.” Sylvia sneered as she pinched the enormous corsage with her fingertips as if it were a dirty nappy.

“Go on then, put it on. I want to see how it looks. I designed it myself.” Donna grinned.

“No. I refuse.” Sylvia tipped her nose into the air.

“It’s my wedding, and you’ll wear the bloody wristlet.”

“I’m withdrawing my support.”

“Support or no support, it’s my wedding. Put the thing on.”

Sylvia hissed as she slipped the enormous floral accessory onto her wrist.

oOo

Jonathan hid outside of the doorway, trying to contain his laughter as he set the camera to slow burst, taking shot after shot. He heard someone else laughing behind him.

“Did Donna really ask for that flower thing for her mother?”

“Donna’s takin’ the mick. I have the real one. She’s gonna give it to her mum right before Sylvia’s ushered to her seat. Isn’t it hideous?”

He grinned at her. “I think it’s absolutely brilliant.” He made a funny little happy noise. “Has Sylvia been difficult to work with?”

“Difficult? There’s no word that describes how difficult. She’s the mother-of-the-bride version of a bridezilla.”

“She gave me a list of about 500 formal family photo configurations. Mother with daughter, mother in chair. Mother with bride and bride in chair. Father and mother with bride, bride in chair holding her flowers in her lap. And then without flowers in her lap. Mother with bride’s flowers. Bride sitting on the steps with bridesmaid’s flowers ‘pillowed’ around her feet. Pillowed. How do you pillow flowers. Wouldn’t be very comfortable to sleep on,” he whinged. “And don’t get me started on the cousins, aunts, uncles, step uncles, step aunts, half cousins, and then Lee’s family and all of those iterations.” He pinched the bridge his nose.

Rose picked at her already-chipped pink nail polish. “I’m done with the flowers. I could, I don’t know, help round up and arrange the people? You did help me set up the flowers, after all.”

“I’d love that. Thank you, Rose Tyler.”

oOo

Jonathan’s pointer finger was sore. It was ten pm, and the dancing was still going in full force, thanks to the unlimited drinks being pouring liberally by the bartender.

“Jonathan, I think you’ve taken enough photos,” Donna said kindly.

“Can never be too thorough. I don’t want you to miss a single moment.”

“Oh, believe me, I won’t forget one thing about this wedding.” She snorted a laugh. “Don’t know that my mum is ever going to forgive me for that corsage. It was pretty awful, wasn’t it?”

“Donna, it was perfect.”

“Ha! Serves her right, saying all of those awful things about you and Rose.” She took a sip of champagne. “She did like the real one though. Doubt she’ll ever forgive me.” Donna took another sip of champagne. “So, what do you think of Rose?”

“She’s very talented.”

“Bloody right, she is. Started that florist business all on her own. You know how much I loved those flowers you gave me. How’d you find her, anyway?”

“Yelp. Read the reviews. One review stood out, though. Can’t go wrong with the username Old-Man-With-a-Telescope.”

“Hold on. That’s Grandad’s email address. I set it up for him so he could email those star pictures he takes through his telescope. What a coincidence.”

“There are no coincidences, Donna Noble.”

“Come to think of it, he brought me a bouquet of flowers after Lance,” she mused. “Must’ve bought ‘em from Rose.”

Jonathan squinted and looked off in the distance. “His name is Wilf, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I knew I recognized him from somewhere. It’s been niggling at me all night. He’s been coming to my planetarium shows for years! Always asks the best questions! Emails me his pictures from that email address.”

“That seals it. You were destined to meet Rose. Now why don’t you go and ask her for a dance.”

“I think that is a brilliant idea.”

She yawned. “Oh, Lee is back from saying goodbye to his family. Time to head out. Please. No pictures. I want to sneak away. Would rather avoid another confrontation with Sylvia.” She snorted.

“That won’t do, Donna! You want to remember your clandestine getaway, don’t you?”

Donna pulled her friend into a hug. “Jonathan, thank you. For everything. For putting up with my mother, for the gift. For being a great friend. And for being a great boss.”

“Donna Noble. You are brilliant. Now go. I’ll create a diversion. See you in two weeks.”

“Two? I only scheduled help for one week.”

“I’ve already arranged a temp. And the break is paid.”

oOo

It was the last dance, and Jonathan and Rose were the only couple left. Her shoes were off, she was leaning on his shoulder, almost asleep. They weren’t really dancing so much as swaying in place to a slow song — Frank Sinatra singing The Way You Look Tonight. It wasn’t really a romantic moment — more a mutual sigh of relief.

“You really do have a way with flowers,” Jonathan complimented.

“I suppose I was destined to work with flowers, given my name and all.”

“You could do anything and be fantastic at it, I think. And speaking of destiny, how’s this… Donna’s grandfather, Wilf, bought Donna flowers from your shop after her fortuitous breakup with that wholly unacceptable Lance bloke. I wanted to buy her flowers, too, so I Yelped, and found your shop. I read a frankly glorious review — and it turns out it was written by Donna’s Grandad. So I sent Donna flowers, and she was so impressed that she hired you to do her wedding. And here I am. And here you are.”

“Mmmm hmmm. Here we are,” she said contentedly. Beginning of a beautiful friendship, I think. I think we should collaborate again.”

“Oh, I do believe that’ll happen sooner than you think.”

oOo

“Donna Noble-McAvoy! These pictures are completely unacceptable! How in the world did that amateur photographer think it was even remotely appropriate to include that florist in almost every single picture! And look at this album! It’s absolutely hideous! It’s for a five year old! My Little Pony…” She slammed the album shut. “I demand that you ask for your money back!”

Donna snorted a laugh. “Mother, you are just too easy. You really need to learn how to take a joke. Here.” She handed an elegant white leather album to her mother. “Here’s the real one.”

Sylvia opened the book with a disdainful sniff. But then her face softened. “Donna… You’re beautiful. Oh, my baby girl.” She pulled her daughter in a hug, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

#ten x rose #Lee x donna #wedding au #sylvia noble #crack #fluff #i wrote this #ficandchips #pre romance

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Fandom Aesthetic Rates

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Harry Potter Aesthetic:

House: Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff | Gryffindor | Slytherin

Blood status: Pure blood | Half blood | Muggleborn

Best Friend(s):   

Favorite subject:  Charms | Transfiguration | Defence against the dark arts | Potions | Herbology | Astronomy | History of magic | Divination | Care of magical creatures

Favorite place: Common room | The lake | Library | Hogsmead | Forbidden forest | Great hall  | Kitchen  | Room of requirement

Marvel Aesthetic

Show: Agent Carter | Agents of Shield | Daredevil | Iron Fist | Jessica Jones | Luke Cage

Movies: Ant-Man | Avengers | Captain America | Doctor Strange | Guardians of the Galaxy | Iron Man | X-Men

Team: avengers | guardians of the galaxy | x-men | fantastic 4 | no team   

Home: stark tower | shield hq | baxter building | xavier’s school | own home

Job: super soldier | assassin | spy | scientist | shield agent

Best Friend(s):

Doctor Who aesthetic

Travel with: Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve

Favorite time: Past | Future | Present

Favorite planet: Earth | New earth | Gallifrey | Raxacoricofallapatorius | Barcelona | The library | other:

Friends: Rose Tyler | Donna Noble | Martha Jones | Amy/Rory | Clara | Jack Harkness | River Song | Strax | Madame Vastra/Jenny Flint | Mickey | Ood

Enemy: Daleks  | Weeping Angels | Cyberman | Silence | The master

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basmathgirl replied to your post: 50 Questions for Fic Readers

Thank you for the wee mention! I really appreciate it (especially as a notp sort of person) :D

Oh you definitely deserve all the praise and credit for your brilliant stories :D

Okay folks put aside your NOTP gut feelings and embrace these stories ... not asking you to adopt the ship completely ... but I do promise that these stories will make you fall in love with the characters within them

The Peter Chronicles and its companion The Peterless Plan - Donna Noble x Peter Vincent - Donna is still looking for the Doctor, and Peter Vincent finds an unwelcome visitor in his home.

I seriously did not know I was missing this pairing until I read this story ... oh my word Peter loooooooooooooooooves Donna sooooooooooooo much!!!!!!

The Broadchurch Plot - Donna Noble x Alec Hardy - For post "End of Time" Donna and D.I. Alec Hardy it’s amazing where you can find a friend; a special friend.

I love how Donna makes Alec stronger in this

Parent Teacher Night - Donna Noble x Ten AU - In an AU, Donna begins a new college course and meets Dr John Smith. Strangely enough their goals turn out to be the same. For the prompt: the benefit of being the only adult in this college course is commiserating about the woes of single-daddom over a beer with the hot professor.

It’s just so very Donna ... I can see her in every scene

The Mail Order Bride - Donna Noble x Ten AU - In an AU for The Runaway Bride, Miss Donna Noble and Dr John Smith just happen to meet as before. Except this time it is the 1820s, he appears to be a Canadian trapper and she is arriving at the trading station expecting to become someone’s mail order bride.

Oh my heart I just wanted to hug the stuffing out of Donna in this one

Ill Met by Walford - Donna Noble x Ten AU - In an AU, Donna Noble and John Smith are desperately trying to hide their crush, but the soap opera fates have other ideas for them. [For the prompt: we’re actors on a popular TV series and our two characters weren’t written to be a couple, but the fans are salivating over our onscreen “chemistry”, and now the director decided to change the script to add more sexual tension - how the hell am I supposed to keep my off screen crush hidden now?]

If you’ve ever watched Coronation St, East Enders or any 80′s soap really than you’ll love this one :)

#basmathgirl #open your hearts and minds #and remember to ship and let ship

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The Fob-Watched Detective (Ten x Rose)

Rating: Teen

Chapter 7/?

The Doctor, having rewritten his biology to get away from the Family of Blood, tells the TARDIS to take himself and Donna to a safe place, and the TARDIS drops his new human persona, Alec Hardy, and Donna Noble, in the one place she knows they’ll be safe: Rose Tyler’s backyard

(This is still a TenxRose story, but Ten is fobwatched as Alec)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Read it on AO3 here! stay tuned for updates!

Life fell into a sort of normal routine. Once a week, both Donna and Rose would go over to Alec’s and ask him if he was making any friends.  He would always scrunch up his nose and grunt, not actually answering them.  Rose and Donna would look at each other and sigh, knowing that he wasn’t.  Rose was secretly pleased that she was the one he spent the most time with.

Donna left dinner before Rose, and Alec sat across from Rose at the table.  “Here,” he said gruffly, setting his journal down in front of her.

She looked up at him. “You’re sure?”

He nodded.

She flipped open the journal, skipping through to the first page he wrote that she hadn’t seen yet.  It was a picture of herself, and she recognized the moment, shadows all around her, hands reaching for something that was just out of reach.  It was Canary Warf.  She swallowed, hard, not expecting to be met by this memory.

“What’s this?” She asked, trying to make her voice sound a little less hoarse.  She cleared her throat.  

“Read it,” he said softly.

She was going to read it out loud, she decided, because she wasn’t going to do anything to relive all of this again, not without him.  She let out a shuddering sigh and read “‘She’s gone.  I lost her today.  She’s gone.  I don’t know why, I don’t know why the universe hates me enough to take her from me, but I watched her get taken from me.  She’s left, and I knew that it was coming, but I thought we’d have more time, thought that I’d have the chance to tell her’-” She stopped suddenly and looked up at him. “It stops there.”

“I wrote that right as I woke up, those were the thoughts,” he said, tapping the page.  “It’s just so odd. The way it all happened.  I don't’ understand it.  Do you?”

She shook her head slowly, “No, I don’t know why this would happen.  I don’t understand it either,” she said quietly. “Are you afraid you’ll lose me?”

He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest, shrugging a little awkwardly.  “Well, I don’t know, really.  Maybe?  I don’t make friends very easily, though I’m sure you noticed that.”  He sniffed.  “Maybe that’s where it comes from.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, closing the book. “You keep saying in your dreams that I walk away from you, but I’m not going to walk away.”

He wouldn’t look her in the eye, and she could tell that he was embarrassed, even if he wasn’t going to admit it.  

“Do you need a hug?” She asked him, trying to be a little teasing.  

He smirked a little at her. “You just want to touch me.”

She shrugged. “Well no one else is going to.”

He huffed out a laugh.  “That’s true.”

She got up and walked around the side of the table to sit down next to him.  She reached out and cupped his cheek, making him look at her. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, “Please believe me.”

He nodded, his eyes searching hers.  “I don’t… I don’t think you will.”

She softened a bit.  “I wish I could stop your dreams,” she said, and it hurt her to know that she meant it.  She knew that they were torturing him, that he didn’t understand, and it was so unfair that he had to deal with them at all.  It shouldn’t be up to him to think about, not when he couldn’t even comprehend where those dreams were coming from or what they meant.

Because, of course, they held no meaning for him. He didn’t understand, and he wouldn’t until the Doctor was back.  Even then, how much did the Doctor’s own memories torture him? She knew he had nightmares, knew he struggled, but she never knew the full effect of it on him.

He shook his head. “They’re only bad when you’re not in them,” he said, and then furrowed his brows, turning his head away from her, making her hand fall away. “They… When we go on adventures, when we help people, it really is brilliant.  I can’t explain it… I don’t quite understand it.  It’s so different, unlike anything that I’ve ever experienced before.  I feel more alive than I’ve ever been.”

She rested her elbow on the table and leaned her chin in her palm.  “Do you feel trapped here?” She asked him a little tentatively.

He shook his head. “No,” he said carefully.  “No, I don’t feel trapped, but I think I could be doing something more, helping more people, and that’s why I created this… Man, the Doctor, who helps people.”

She felt her heart warm.  Even now, even when he wasn’t himself, he just wanted to help people, and have her with him.  And really, that was all she wanted too, really.  That was all, and maybe it was too simple, but it was what she wanted, and wasn’t that enough?

“You’re helping people right now,” she said.  “You really are.”

He shook his head.  “No, right now, I’m failing at solving a young woman’s murder,’ he spat out.  “I’ll never solve it.”

“You don’t know that!” Rose said, leaning forward. “You don’t.  Stop it.”

He pursed his lips, a dimple appearing in his cheek.  He shook his head.  “I’m done talking about this.”

Rose wanted to argue, but knew that she shouldn’t.  She leaned back in her chair.  “Okay.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No, don’t go.”

She stood up. “No, I’m not going to make you sit here and talk about your feelings,” she said, though not unkindly.  “I just want you to calm down a bit, and realize what a good man you are.”

“I’ve been here a month,” he said softly, “And I’ve become absolutely useless.”

“You’re not.”

He opened his mouth to say something else when they heard a knock at the door.  Rose tensed.  No one knocked on Alec’s door.  Nobody, because no one ever came to visit.  

“I’ll get it,” she said firmly, and walked to the door, opening it just a crack.  Outside stood a young boy, his expression quite blank.

“Hello,” the little boy said.  “What’s your name?”

Rose furrowed her brows.  “Sweetheart, are you lost?” She opened the door a bit more.  “Do you know where your parents are?”

“Not lost,” the little boy shook his head.  “Is the Doctor here?”

Rose felt her blood run absolutely cold.  Absolutely cold.  This had to be a member of the Family, his eyes glassy and skin pale.

“No, there’s no one called the Doctor here,” she said lowly, not wanting Alec to hear her.  “Just me,” She smiled.  “Are you sick?”

“No,” the boy stared at her, and she felt like he was staring into her. She swallowed hard and tried not to shake.  She just watched the boy, and the two of them were at a bit of a stalemate.  She felt Alec come up at and stand behind her.  

“Well, can I help you at all?” “No, goodbye, Miss Tyler.”  The boy turned and walked down the stairs, and Rose tried hard not to violently slam the door shut. S he closed it and turned around to look a Alec.  She smiled, but he wasn’t buying it.

Right, he was a detective, why would he buy it?

“Who was that?” “A little boy,” She said, “Just had a question, it’s alright, he’s fine.”

“You just let a little boy walk out there?”

“He was just confused, at the wrong door.  He was looking for someone else,” she said, pressing her back to the door.  “It’s fine.  I should be going.” She walked away from the door and grabbed her purse, trying to scoot out without him saying anything.   He caught her by the arm and pulled her back to him. “You’re very skittish.”

“I worry about you,” she murmured. “I really do.”  She reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking her thumb across his skin.  He leaned down a bit, and she realized he was going to kiss her.  Panic bloomed through her and she dodged him, leaning to give him a lingering kiss on the cheek.   He let out a sigh of what she thought might be disappointment.

“Please take care of yourself,” she whispered in his ear.  “Please.”

“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked.  “For chips?”

She smiled and nodded.  “I’d like that,” she whispered.  “Let’s do that.”

He smiled, and it was the first genuine smile with teeth that she’d seen from him.  He reached for her and instigated a hug without asking, and Rose clung to him around the neck, now afraid to leave him alone. The family knew where he was now, and she might have been able to get rid of the little boy, but now she was terrified that another one of them would come back to find him.

“Lock your door behind me,” she said when she pulled away from him. “Please?”

“I always lock my doors, Rose, what’s wrong?” She shook her head. “Nothing,” She said simply. “Text me tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he seemed still confused, but he also seemed oddly delighted.  She smiled a little and let herself out, waiting until she heard the door click locked behind her.  She blew out a sigh of relief and ran to her car.

She let herself into the Tyler mansion and flung open Donna’s door.  

“They found him.”

Donna looked up from her desk, where she was working on her computer. She’d gotten a job as an editor on a local paper, and was doing quite well. She tilted her head. “What?” She asked, furrowing her brows. “Who found-”

“The Family. After you left this little boy showed up and asked for the Doctor.”

The blood drained from Donna’s face. “And what… What did he say?” She asked carefully.

She shook her head. “Alec?  He didn’t even- he didn’t- I answered the door, he was behind me, he didn’t even hear it.”

“Well, do they know he’s there?”

“Not that I know of,” Rose replied. “But I just wish that I could keep a closer eye on him, I don’t want them to find him, Donna, what happens when they find him?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Donna replied firmly.  She stood up from her desk and walked to her nightstand.  She opened up the drawer and pulled out the fob watch.  “They can’t do anything to him when I have this,” she said, shaking it a little. “And the Doctor doesn’t come back until you or I open this.”

Rose walked into Donna’s room and sank onto the bed, putting her head in her hands.  “I’m so scared for him.”

“Maybe you two should have a sleepover.”

“Donna, I hardly think-”

“No, I don’t mean like that, God, no, I would never want to think about that,” Donna cringed.  “Now that is completely unpleasant, I would hate to- oh my God, Rose.”

Rose giggled. “Okay, so what did you mean?”

“I mean, just stay with him, sleep on the couch or something, say you’ve had a fight with your mum and don’t want to go home. He’d let you stay, I know he would.”

“Do you think that would work?” She asked softly, “That he would let me?”  

“Alec, being the Doctor, would let you step on him,” Donna said, crossing her arms. “I think you should give it a go. I really do.”

Rose smiled a little.  “But I couldn’t help him.  I couldn’t save him.” Donna sighed. “Rose, you already have.” She sighed.  “I think… Okay, I’ll do it, but I don’t think he’ll let me.  I won’t.”

“We could bet on it.”

“No, that’s alright.”

“Cause you know I’m right!  Look, Rose, it’s going to be alright, we’re going to look out for him, okay?  It’s alright.”

She breathed out a shuddering sigh.  “Okay,” She said softly. “Okay, we can do this.”

She bid Donna goodnight and wandered back to her own room, wondering if she was actually going to be able to do anything good at all.

#rose tyler #ten x rose #tenrose #doctor who #tenth doctor #tenxrose #tenpetals #wip #alec hardy #broadchurch #broadchurch crossover #doctor who crossover #fanfic #fanfiction #ten x rose fanfic