Author: GSRgirlforever PM
10/Rose After Rose is trapped once more in the alternate universe she finds a way to comunicate through a journal. What she doesn't know it that the Doctor she left behind can read it, only two years in the past. The rating is just in case.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - 10th Doctor & Rose T. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 7,521 - Reviews: 52 - Favs: 41 - Follows: 91 - Updated: 12-31-09 - Published: 03-28-09 - id: 4954802
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Sorry for the delay guys, I have been having a hell of a time with writers block. Enjoy this chapter.
The Doctor sat in the chair next to Rose and watched her nurse their son as he held their daughter. Jackie and Pete had stopped by shortly after they were born, but didn't stay long. There was a smile playing across his face that spoke of the sheer love he felt for the other three people in the room.
He looked down at his daughter and he smirked over the name Rose had insisted they name her. He almost rolled his eyes at the suggestion, but also thought is was fitting. Her name was Donna. Their son was a different matter, though no less amusing. His name was John.
John and Donna, two names already known through time and space in another universe, and fittingly used for two unique individuals in this one.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Rose whispered.
"I was just thinking about their names" he let out a little chuckled and Rose gave him a smile.
"I had your mother bring your journal with her" he mentioned, nodding his head at the table next to her. She raised a questioning brow at him and he shrugged, "thought you might want to write about Donna and John."
She picked up the journal and laid it on her lap before tracing her fingers across the deeply impressed rose on the blue cover. Somehow she always felt closer to the Doctor while she was writing in it. She could never explain the feeling and she knew it was directed to Him.
She took in a deep breath, "I miss him."
The Doctor didn't look up from his sleeping daughters face, "I know."
It wasn't something they ever talked about. It wasn't a sore subject and the Doctor knew she loved him very much, they were the same man after all.
"At least he has Donna" she said, smiling down at John. There was no reply from the Doctor and she looked up to find him sitting with slumped shoulders, the smile no longer on his face even though he was still looking at Donna.
"Is there something wrong?"
He looked up quickly and once again the smile was on his face, though it didn't reach his eyes. "No, nothings wrong. I was just thinking."
"What aren't you telling me, don't give me that fake smile and tell me everything's alright…I want the truth."
He took in another deep breath, "He had to take Donna home…" he began to explain to her what had to happen in order to save her life and he could see the sorrow across her face as he told the story. He hadn't wanted to tell her this, but he couldn't keep up the farce.
"He won't be alone for long, he never is" he said finally as solace. She nodded her head, knowing full well he would find someone to fill the role of companion. She had to keep that thought in her head in order to feel better for his act of sacrifice.
It was the only way she would be able to keep the dark thoughts away. She looked down at John one more time, inspecting his sleeping form. His lips were still puckered as if he was nursing and a small hand was peeking out from the blue blanket he was swaddled in. She surrounded it in her own and marveled at the smallness of it.
"You alright?" the Doctor asked beside her, she hadn't even noticed him get up from his chair.
"I'm alright, just tired I think." He took the baby in his arms and placed her in one of the little plastic bassinets before lifting John from her arms, "get some sleep. You've had a busy day."
"Stay with me?"
"I wouldn't think of leaving Rose, you know that" and he placed a gentle kiss on her head. For the first time in almost a year, Rose slept while the Doctor looked on. He thought about what all had transpired to get him to where he was right now.
He thought about the last good fight he fought before beginning this life. He thought about Rose kissing him on that beach while his ship left them behind. He thought about the life they had been living for the past year and the time they spent living it.
He sat in the chair and watched Rose sleep, something he hadn't been able to do for so long now. A smile crossed his face when he thought about the first time they made love. It was a day much like any other, he still felt like the Doctor, and was hesitant to show her how much he longed for her.
The choice was taken from him when she attacked him one day…
He had been sitting on the couch in their room contemplating on how to create a new sonic screwdriver with what he had in his pockets. He considered himself lucky that he had on one of his suits, the one he wore after he lost Rose.
He liked to call it his blue period, it really was. Things were hectic to say the least, and he was overwhelmed with the feeling of losing Rose had created in him. He felt her standing in front of him and looked up.
They had been sleeping together, just sleeping. He just couldn't bring himself to start anything, though his body was longing to. She reached down and pulled his head up to look at her, her eyes were deep pools of emotion.
Before he could process what emotion that was, she was attacking him. She pulled him up to her by his tie and launched her lips against his while her other hand made its way to his hair. She continued to pull on his tie, towards the bed.
"Rose" he managed to breathe out between heated kisses, his body was already responding to her kisses and he drove his hips into hers without thought. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt his arousal against her stomach. She pressed them together tighter just before he pushed her onto the bed behind her.
He moved his lips from her mouth to trial heated kisses across her jaw and down to her chest, her skin heated under his touch and a guttural moan left her lips.
"Doctor" she panted out as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up. She began to attack his shirt at the same time, their movement becoming frantic as they each sought the feel of skin.
He pulled himself from those thoughts. He really didn't need to get himself too excited right now. Not with a just recovering Rose laying so close and two babies sleeping.
He finally nodded off moments later, managing to shut his mind down long enough for a nap.
I know you guys probably would have liked for him to relive that moment…that will come later. For now enjoy what is going on between the two, soon we will be transferring to the letter and the Doctor living through those moments while recovering from his time with the Master.