A/N Okay - so I started watching Doctor Who a couple of months ago (starting with the 9th Doctor episodes) and totally fell in love with it instantly. I thought Christopher Eccelston was brilliant and then I saw David Tennant and damn! The man is amazing. So here it is, my very first Doctor Who fanfic, I hope everyone likes it. And of course, please please review. Also, pretend that Harriet Jones was killed a bit earlier by the Daleks :P
Summary: Set in Journey's End. Rose had access to a webcam at Donna's place and the reunion between her and the Doctor goes… quite differently. Read and find out more. Please review. 10/Rose.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own nothing of Doctor Who and never will… except my DVD's and collectables obviously ;)
Chapter 1: The Build-up
She looked around the screen frantically as he and Donna showed up in the fourth square. Seeing his face and hearing his voice so clearly and yet having no way to tell him she was there, that she'd finally found her way back to him, was excruciating – almost worse than having to say goodbye without a touch, without even a hint of the physical contact they frequently maintained and thrived on, without what they needed.
She shook herself out of her thoughts, trying to gain control over her emotions for as long as her possibly could. But even as she struggled to push the tears back and not let her panic burst forth she could feel a harsh sob making its way up her throat, bubbling on the tip of her tongue and making her whole body quiver.
Thankfully right at that moment an old hand appeared over her shoulder, cradling her salvation. She turned to look at Donna's grandfather, tears once again shining in her eyes as she heard that beautiful voice on the screen, laced with regret and just a hint of deep sadness.
Everyone except for Rose.
She had to bring a hand to her mouth to keep herself screaming in frustration before snatching the tiny device out of the wrinkled hand and staring at it, wide eyed.
'Hurry up love or you'll miss him,' the old man said, a smile on his face encouraging her and spurring her into action. She turned back to the computer and placed the small, white camera on top quickly clicking a few times and nervously biting her nails as she waited for it to come online.
'Please, please… come on,' she muttered to herself, fidgeting endlessly, the seconds passing entirely too slowly and yet she was unable to look away from the face she had missed so much and was sure had missed her.
Suddenly the whole conversation stopped as everyone saw yet another box appear, right in the centre of the screen, staying as static as the computer finished setting it up properly.
'Who the hell is that?' Questioned Ianto rhetorically knowing that no one could possibly answer… apart from maybe the Doctor, but he looked just as shocked as everyone else. They could all only pray that the Daleks hadn't somehow figured out how to hack into the feed.
Then came a new soft voice, filtering through from the as yet undeveloped picture. 'Don't worry, it's just me.'
'No! No way!' Chimed in Jake, a wide grin almost splitting his face in half as he recognized the tone instantly, knowing the Doctor would as well. With that thought he shifted his eyes to the top left of the screen to see the Time Lords expression, which seemed to be stuck in between disbelief, hope and a look Jake knew meant that he was telling himself not to hope.
'What? Who is it?' Martha asked, also glancing up to the Doctor who always had the answers. In the past second his expression had rapidly shifted, after seeing other people react to the voice therefore meaning he was not hallucinating his face showed utter joy and happiness but was also tainted with fear. The one thing that had everyone else shocked into silence was the site of very obvious tears glittering in his usually closed off eyes.
Just as she spoke though the new screen focused and was filled with a picture of the smiling face of a young blonde girl, staring at her webcam and eyes shooting down every few seconds to look at what they all assumed was the Doctors portion of her computer.
'Rose,' the Doctor breathed out in a whisper, a belated and unintentional answer to Martha's question, the emotion in his voice palpable.
She let out a half laugh, half sob at hearing her name pass fron his lips again and though it was the most wonderful sound she had ever heard in her entire life. She brought her hand up to her mouth for a second in amazed half disbelief that this was actually, finally happening, before lowering it to show a grin, even wider, settling on her face.
'Hello,' she stated simply, automatically falling back into their own private routine, as if they had only been separated for a day or two, not years – two very long and unbearably agonizing and lonely years.
'Hello,' he responded, grin also widening a fraction in affection for the beautiful blonde, yet unable to hide or stop the two tears that fell from his eyes.
Rose lifted her hand toward the screen as if to wipe them away but pulled back again, her own tears falling at still being unable to touch him, especially in one of his rare vulnerable moments. Moments that, as she was unaware of, had become more frequent since they had been separated, his armour not being able to totally withstand the severe and crippling pain of losing her.
'Long time no see,' he said jovially, with a conspicuous quiver in his voice, trying to keep the conversation light around all the people that were listening in, but knowing it was pointless – they could only dwell on pleasantries for so long. Especailly with all that had been left unsaid between them.
'Yeah well, you know… Been busy,' she retorted, but was unable to hold up the charade as her grin dropped off into an intense and pain filled look and a single choked up word passed softly from her lips. 'Doctor…'
Everyone watched on, fascinated, afraid to speak and ruin the moment. They had all heard of Rose at one time or another and everyone wanted them to have the reunion they had both so obviously longed for after so long.
Then the intimacy of the next few moments stunned them all into further silence, making them forget for just a few minutes about the Daleks that where threatening their very existence. It felt almost like they were intruding and should look away or leave their rooms but the need to know what happened next between the two people who were so cared about was too strong.
In a movement that was almost perfect simultaneous the Doctor and Rose lifted their hands – the Doctor his right and Rose her left – and laid them on their computer screens, their fingers moving slightly as if in a caress, making them think back to the last time they had been in such a position, not realising they were thinking of the same moment, the same pain. Their eyes shut and they both breathed in deeply, thinking identical thoughts.
The Doctor wanted to feel her small, soft and perfect hand clasped in his securely again, reminding him that she was safe and by his side and she wanted to feel his surrounding hers, squeezing lightly at the exact right time to make her feel safe. He wanted to feel her in his arms, to smell her hair and feel her breathing, totally alive and there with him as she wanted to be engulfed in his arms, to feel the slightly course material of his suit against her face, his hair running through her fingers and the steady thumps of his hearts near her ear.
The Doctors eyes snapped open just as Roses did, not able to stand being so close and yet not touching her, finger nails scrapping against the screen as his hand lowered, as if trying to claw his way through to her. He looked into her pleading eyes and started moving, flicking a few switches on the TARDIS' controls before moving back to the computer.
'I'm coming Rose,' he said, a fiery determination that she recognized and loved burning in his eyes, 'where are you?'
She smiled widely and laughed in happiness, suddenly giddy with excitement. 'I'm at Donna's.'
Just then Wilf thought it was a good moment to stick his head in view of the camera. 'Hello darling,' he said waving at what everyone assumed was Donna.
'Hi granddad, get out of the way will ya,' Donna almost screeched, not wanting to ruin the moment between the Doctor and Rose, knowing how much it meant to both of them.
'Go outside,' the Doctor directed at Rose when the old man moved back, seeing her nod and turn away for the first time. 'Wait!' he called urgently. She turned back instantly, worried and confused.
'What is it Doctor?' she asked hesitantly, her voice still quiet, afraid if she spoke any louder her voice would crack from all the emotion flowing relentlessly through her.
'I won't let you go again without saying it, I swore to myself I wouldn't… Rose Tyler-'
A/N Now I know that's a crappy place to end it but I've already finished the next chapter and I'll be putting it up tomorrow… in a few hours actually, depending on the sort of response I get to this. Trust me when I say this isn't gonna be a total clique where the first words in the next chapter are "I love you" so please, if you want to know what happens next, review!