Romeo And Juliet… And Doctor Who

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Mise En Place

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While Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived.

-Ever After

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The Doctor wove through the large crowded street, Rose cradled in his arms. The Friar had ordered rest, and the Time Lord firmly intended for Rose to get it. As Tybalt and Laurence ushered them out the door, Tybalt promised not to run away and agreed to meet with them later, and the Friar promised to make Tybalt keep his word.

"All in all, a very satisfying day," Rose told the Doctor, sighing.

The Doctor glared down at her, frowning. "Satisfying? Satisfying? I almost lost you and youcall it satisfying?!"

Rose shrugged with a glint in her eyes. "I got him to admit what I suspected all along," she told him easily.

The Doctor couldn't believe it. "You faked it??" he asked quietly, the rage hiding in his voice.

Rose grimaced. "'Course not. But it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be," she explained. "Doctor, be realistic. How can someone die from a little wound in their stomach a few minutes after they get it? I mean, if it had gone through the heart, that would be understandable, but seriously, plus I had lots of layers of clothes on…"

It was still inconceivable to him. "You could have at least winked at me or something," he said suddenly, slightly put out. "You know, to stop me from pouring out my heart."

Rose grinned shyly up at him, melting his anger like only she could. "Why would I want to stop that? And besides, I was in too much pain to mind. I'm sorry, though," she added softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "If I'd have known what it would have cost you…" the Doctor bent forward and swiftly kissed her fingers. "Although," she murmured, tucking herself in closer, voice taking on a different tone, "I would have been disappointed if you weren't upset to some degree."

The Doctor had to smile at that. "I'd have to be pretty unfeeling to not feel anything," he murmured back as he squeezed her gently, careful of the injury. No matter what she said, he knew that if the dagger had gone in much further, and was left unattended for much longer, she would have been dead. He didn't want to come that close to losing her again. Rose's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Have you…" – yawn – "found…" – yawn – "Juliet?" – double yawn. He had to smile, even though his answer was far from happy.

"I haven't found her."

"What do you mean, 'haven't found her'?!!!" asked Rose, astounded. "I know where she is!! I didn't tell you where she was?" At the shake of the Doctor's head she began to curse herself. The Doctor raised a finger to her lips.

"Stop it," he told her firmly. Then, to try and get it off her mind, he retold what he had learned about Tybalt and the Friar, that they had not only kidnapped her and Juliet, that Tybalt had drugged both of them, on a bribe, or so it seemed.

Rose sighed. "Not fair," she muttered. "I'm sorry. She was in the cell next to mine, asleep."

The Doctor sighed as well as his lips twitched. "That's brutal," he admitted as the smile he had been trying to hide suddenly burst forth. Rose looked at him like he was insane.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked in wonderment.

"Love for you, that's what's wrong with me," he told her tenderly though abruptly, like he couldn't believe it. "Do you realize how wrong this is? How I shouldn't fall in love with a human? I've already broken every rule in the book, and you'd think I'm all done. I've done everything there is to do, except love a human. The consequences were too harsh. Aretoo harsh. But did I pay any attention? No." He shook his head emphatically and continued. "I walked right into you and it was 'bam!' like a train getting shoved down my throat – ever had that done to you by the way? It's not exactly pleasant – Then I was so scared." His voice softened as Rose stared at him, mouth open. "I was scared. First of falling in love with you – but then I realized that I was already in too deep – from that moment when you ran onto my ship – I felt myself falling even harder. Then I was scared of losing you." He cradled her in his arms, and twirled around once, holding her close to his chest. "I still am," he whispered hoarsely, and brushed her hair with his cheek, closing his eyes as the rush of ecstasy filled him at the touch of his skin against hers.

Rose blinked. "Seriously?"

The Doctor laughed bitterly. "Don't actions speak louder than words?"

Rose thought for a moment. "Yeah," was all she could say to that. She suddenly sat up straight, bumping her head against the Doctor's chin. "Let's throw a party coz Juliet's back and invite everyone. I have a small idea forming in the front of my brain. Sorry, by the way."

"No problem," murmured the Doctor as he kissed her head briefly. He seemed amused, but Rose couldn't understand why, until… "Rose?"


"Shouldn't we get Juliet first?"

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The Doctor managed to carry Rose into the Capulet's home without getting stopped – everyone was looking for Juliet anyway; the place was in chaos – and up the stairs into his bedroom. Rose opened the closet door for him and he walked almost straight into his ship. "Would you be so kind – thank you." Rose had taken out her key and unlocked the TARDIS door for him, sympathizing deeply – thought not so deeply as to make him put her down.

He carried her into the med bay where he would be able to treat her wound more easily and made her comfortable on a bed. "Do I have to go back and get Juliet now?"

Rose smiled up at him, definitely cheerful. "Yep."

"Maybe I'll cheat." He took off and trotted down to the console room.

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A small child was seated picking laurels off of a bush behind the major cathedral. The boy thought to himself of the story his mother had told him barely an hour before. In the space of a few hours in the chapel she had been accosted by two strangely and similarly dressed young people, both asking the way to Friar Laurence's cell. Suddenly the most amazing thing happened beside him. It began with a strange noise and some wind that blew gently at him, even though there was no breeze. He stared in amazement as a blue box with a flashing light on the top slowly materialized against the wall of the church. Someone tried to open the door, but it was against the wall and could not be open all the way.

"Ah," said a voice, and it scared the little boy out of his trousers before he ran as fast as he could down the street, pale as a sheet. No one noticed the blue box – or the fact that it disappeared and materialized again a moment later.

The Doctor stepped out whistling, his hands casually in his pockets, as if enjoying a pleasant walk and that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. In other words, he acted like he owned the place. He walked across the grass slowly, shook his head at the discarded breeches, and continued on to the front of the cathedral, snapping his fingers as he did so in a most distracted manner.

He reached the cathedral steps, ran up them, slid quietly to the left and ran down the stairs to Friar Laurence's cell. He knocked politely on the door and was answered with a 'just one moment please'; he waited accordingly – though he is never really patient – and ignored the small gasp of surprise that Laurence gave when he saw who was standing at his door. "Why, Doctor… what brings you here… so… soon?"

"Looking for a lady, as usual, Friar. 'cuse me." The Doctor squeezed his way past the Friar and into the corridor, noted Tybalt but chose to ignore him, and started towards Rose's cell. He glanced at the open doorway, and then looked in the one beside it. Sure enough, a lump lay covered on the floor. He forced his way into the room, still ignoring Tybalt who now stood to his feet, getting ready to block the entrance.

"Come, my lady," the Doctor grunted as he lifted her up into his arms, giving a sigh of relief when she moaned softly. His anger began to boil into quiet, lethal rage when he caught a glimpse of her face. The area around her eye was slightly bruised and her cheek was swollen, though pale. He glared at Tybalt and the friar as he elbowed past they who remained speechless.

"I despise you both, who I am unable to call gentlemen," he told them icily with all the civility he could muster, turning to go. "You do not deserve the love of a woman if you treat these as such. You make me sick to the bone – and I would be honoured if I had nothing more to do with you. As it is, my own lady requests your attendance at a, shall we say, party. It is a masque, celebrating Juliet's return. It would be strange if her own cousin could not attend." He glared over at Tybalt who seemed to shrink with dejection. "I advise you to come. You deserve to live in misery till your death. I hope it is fast approaching. May God forgive you, for none of us will. If that day comes where it will be in my power to take your life or save it, I swear to you, you will know no mercy from me. As it is, I have nothing else to say to you, and nothing more to say of you. You will not excuse me of my rudeness, because I will hardly apologize.

"A miserable day to you both," the Doctor remarked cheerfully. Once more before he left he turned back to look at the two men, still silent. "God save you," he remarked bitterly, "for I will not."

With that, the door shut heavily behind him, as if sealing their death warrant.

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Juliet remained unconscious throughout the whole time the Doctor nursed her to health in the medical bay – which was just as well. Rose too recovered well from her injury, that is, enough to march out of the TARDIS – which had already been parked in the Doctor's closet once more – to go back to her own guest room. Juliet was still unaware as she was washed and put back into her clean dress and when she opened her eyes she was lying on her bed fully dressed, the bruise around her eye merely a fading memory, the imprint on her cheek a scratch, and the kidnap experience a fragment of a nightmare.

Unfortunately, it was quite real to everyone else.

The relief when the nurse walked in to find Juliet lying on her bed was very real. In fact, she ran out and screamed that Juliet was safe and sound – waking up Juliet and Rose in the process.

"JULIET! JULIET!" Mrs and Mr Capulet ran into her bedroom as fast as their legs could carry them, pale with anxiety. They only were assured when they saw her themselves.

Just then, the Doctor walked through the door to see them. "Uh, hello… Capulets?" He bowed respectively. "I think it would be most wonderful to have a masquerade ball to celebrate Juliet's return." The Doctor turned to go, but Capulet stopped him.

"Who are you?"

"I assisted in the search for Juliet, found her, and brought her back. My own lady was wounded in the process, much to my dismay."

"Where was she?" Capulet growled, quite upset at this news.

The Doctor sighed. "The man who took her is dead." Or will be, he muttered silently.

Capulet bowed to him with respect. "I owe you…"

"Sir Doctor."

"Sir Doctor. Yes, I agree with you. It would be only too fitting to have a party. There is someone that Juliet did not have a chance to meet last night. Very well." Capulet looked straight at the Doctor. "Is your lady being attended to?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Then you are welcome to stay here as long as you wish – I am forever indebted to you. Please honour my family by attending tonight?"

The Doctor nodded as he bowed his head again. "We would be delighted."

Capulet nodded, his eyes troubled. "I'll see you then. Let me show you rooms –"

The Doctor hurried to cut him off. "Sir, it is quite all right. We'll do everything – you just rest. Your daughter needs you."

Capulet nodded. "Good day, Sir Doctor."

"Good day."

The Doctor set off to his rooms, entered, then passed through the attaching door to check on Rose. She had drifted off to sleep, her face relaxed and free of pain because she had just taken a pain killer. The Doctor curled up beside her on the bed, wrapping his strong and warm arms around her when she started shivering in her sleep.

"It's all right my love, it's all right." He pulled her closer, smiling softly when she sighed with contentment and snuggled closer to his warm chest. Exhausted himself, the Doctor shortly fell asleep.

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Rose woke with a yawn and felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Doctor?" she murmured, yawning again.

"Yes, sweet one. Time to wake up, Rose."

"I'm awake," she protested as she struggled to sit up. The Doctor tried to help her by bracing her back. "Aurgh…" Rose winced and grunted as she felt just how sore she was. "This sucks."

"It's better than getting shot," the Doctor countered cheerfully.

Rose rolled her eyes. "You know just what to say to make me feel better."

"I make it a habit."

Rose groaned again and slipped from the bed, moments before almost falling to the floor – if not for the Doctor's arm safely around her waist to prevent her from exactly this. "What's wrong with me?"

"You still need some rest," the Doctor pointed out, grabbing her and trying as gently as he could to hoist her back onto the bed. "Love, you need to eat."

"I don't need to eat," Rose protested, reluctantly sitting back on the bed. "I'm just fine."

"I'm not only your Doctor, I'm your fiancée –"

Rose blinked, interrupting him. "My what?"

The Doctor blinked too, obviously not realizing what he had just said, considering he hadn't meant it to come out that way. He didn't want to command her to marry him… and he had opened his big mouth and out it came. He coloured. "Um…" he stuttered, "your boyfriend?"

Rose smiled, leaned over and poked him teasingly. "I'm pretty sure you said something else…"

"Hey," the Doctor replied quickly, "Didn't you say something about solving the Juliet-Romeo romance before our own?" He let out a breath of relief when she nodded.

"Will you tell me exactly what you said to Tybalt?"

The Doctor sighed. "No. I was mad, upset – still am – and I won't bother repeating what I said. You of all people don't need to know." Rose would have reached over and slapped him if he hadn't changed his tone when he spoke those last words. As it was, he had, so she smiled gently.

"I'll figure it out somehow," she teased.

The Doctor regarded her seriously. "I'd better be wary then."

Rose sighed. "Is it almost time for the masque? We need to get everyone to hate each other again."

The Doctor sighed as well. "Are you sure? I don't want you to overdo it."

"I'm just weak, Doctor. I'm not paralysed."

"Right. Let's do it."

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Much to the Doctor's hatred, Rose made him get dressed in leotards and a white frilly shirt for the party. Rose herself was dressed in a pale pink silk, a half ponytail braided around her crown, a silver necklace with the TARDIS key her only ornament.

When Rose stepped out of the dressing room in the TARDIS to show off to the Doctor what she wore, he smiled wryly. "Careful what you do," he told her, sidling up to her side and wrapping possessive arms round her waist. She had no idea, none, how appealing she was to him. Or perhaps, she did know, to some degree.

"But why?" she asked slowly, smiling, seemingly innocently, up at him.

He growled softly and playfully in her ear. "Because you're mygirl…" Rose giggled as he tickled her under the arms and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"You need to get ready too," she told him, reluctantly pulling away from his comforting embrace. With a sharp nod and a slow kiss, the Doctor left to put the plan into action.

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Later that evening in the Capulet's ballroom, the Doctor stood on the dance floor, fidgeting with his cravat. Rose leaned forward. "It looks very nice on you, now stop it," she whispered in his ear, smiling back at a lady guest who smiled at them.

The Doctor frowned and sighed. "Can I ask you to dance yet?"

"No. Go and find Juliet." She shoved him gently and he went, finding her leaning against a pillar. Rose betook herself off to find Romeo and to ask a dance. Upon finding Romeo staring at her, Rose pasted a smile onto her face and approached him. "Hello, Romeo."

Romeo looked at her with hope. He was so stunned that Rose had actually come up to him; he stared at her for a whole minute. When the musicians started up, he finally recovered and bowed politely. "Would you do me the honour of a dance?" he asked softly.

"Of course." With that, Romeo swept her onto the dance floor, and Rose with some difficulty, managed to manoeuvre them over towards where the Doctor and Juliet were now dancing as well.

"Oh, isn't she the loveliest lady on earth?" Rose asked Romeo, nodding towards Juliet, but it had no effect; he had eyes only for her. Rose managed to swirl them closer, and the Doctor, who managed to already wrap an arm around Rose's waist, practically threw Juliet into Romeo's arms as Rose backed out and into step with the Doctor.

Romeo was startled at first, but suddenly caught Juliet's eyes, and it was love at first sight. "Hello," he murmured softly, and Juliet's eyes softly laughed at him.

"Hello," she murmured shyly back, and they slowly danced away from the other happy couple, lost in their own world, all thought of Rose and the Doctor gone. Rose laughed as the Doctor gently rested his cheek against hers.

"Think we should leave before Romeo comes back and sees you?" he whispered, twirling Rose around again.

"Not yet," she replied seriously. "I wanted to ask Tybalt why he drugged us and who bribed him."

The Doctor cringed. "You go on ahead. If I join you I might do something I'll regret."

"Indeed." Rose left their dance and saw Tybalt who was carefully trying to avoid his family by standing around the punch bowl. As she stepped forward, Tybalt looked up, saw her and she knew he recognized her.

"I see you're much better than yesterday."

"Yes, thanks to my unfailing doctor." She stepped closer, and Tybalt shifted both his gaze and weight, obviously uncomfortable. "But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to ask you why you drugged us and who asked you to."

Tybalt sighed. "He didn't have a name, rather like your Doctor, I believe."

Rose frowned, impatient. "Then who was it?"

"Something like The Monk, or The Martyr, or The Master or something like that."

"The Master?"


Rose frowned. She didn't know anyone handled 'The Master', but maybe the Doctor knew this person. With a slight and distracted nod, she hurried as fast as she could to the Doctor's side. He saw her coming and smiled in welcome, his whole face lighting up. She smiled back, wondering if he knew how easily she could read him. She came close to his face, leaned in and whispered, "He met someone named The Master, I think."

Immediately the Doctor froze and his brow furrowed. "He can't be," he whispered. "It can't be."

Rose reached over and tugged on his arm. "Doctor? What's wrong? You know that name."

"Yeah, I know that name," he murmured, then took Rose's hand and patted it. "Never mind, my Rose. We might as well leave before something else happens."

Rose frowned, but nodded. She looked around for Juliet, saw her talking to Romeo, caught her eye, and blew her a kiss. Juliet smiled back at her, eyes glowing with serious happiness.

The Doctor took Rose by the arm and escorted her up the stairs. They stopped at the top of the stairs, looked down at all the dancing couples and turned and smiled at each other. The whirl of colour, music and laughter thrilled both of them, and they stood admiring it for a few more minutes.

"I'm glad we came," Rose murmured to the Doctor, smiling down below. "It's beautiful."

"Yes," the Doctor agreed, looking only at her. "Beautiful." Rose turned to catch his gaze and blushed prettily. "We should go," the Doctor told her suddenly, softly. He placed an arm on her shoulder, and they turned as one, slowly, and walked to the Doctor's bedroom and into the closet, and into the TARDIS.

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"This has been one crazy adventure," Rose told the Doctor as they flew through the Time Vortex. Rose sat on the bench, now dressed in comfortable clothes, the energy gone right out of her.

"Indeed." The Doctor turned to smile at her tenderly.

"So," said Rose, when the room remained silent for another moment's silence. "You never told me who The Master was."

"An old enemy. Persistent girl," teased the Doctor, coming to join her on the couch, kissing her deeply.

"Mm, that's me," she murmured, kissing him back just as firmly.

"Marry me?" he asked her, kissing her again, this time more fiercely and desperately.

Rose blinked, then, smiled at him. "I will."

The Doctor laughed with delight, picked her up and swung her around as the TARDIS played wedding chimes mixed with 'Sugar, We're Going Down'.

Rose laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again before commenting, "Wait a minute… why is she playing 'Sugar, We're Going Down'?"

The Doctor shrugged. "I was playing 'From Under The Cork Tree' and I put it on shuffle." He started off singing at the top of his lungs in time to the music, "Down, down in an earlier round, Sugar we're going down swinging..."

Rose laughed again. "I love you so much."

He swung her around again. "It's mutual." He paused, then grinned at her, winking. "Mise en place."

"What does that mean?" Rose queried.

"'Everything in place'."

"I like it."

"So do I," murmured the Doctor with a tone of one satisfied. "So do I."

They stood and watched, and felt, and heard the sound of life as it rushed past them, seriously and completely satisfied and in love with each other.

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