I don't own Doctor Who, it owns me. One small idea turned into this big honkin' thing. Wouldn't have it any other way. The main chapters (purposely dialogue-heavy) take place from late June to early July, based on the idea that Ten!Too's "birthday" is July 5, 2008 (the airdate of "Journey's End"). The shorter interludes are vignettes of the time between.
Title inspired by The Smashing Pumpkins:
Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again
She feels him move beside her. As her eyes open his boyish grin comes into focus. She responds with a lazy smile. "Finally awake then?" he asks, pulling the blanket down from her shoulders. She blinks as sunlight filters through the curtains. He props his head up, sets his book on the windowsill and gently brushes some of her mussed hair behind her ear. She groans a bit and lets out a huge yawn.
"Up, 'm up," she adjusts her pillow and rolls on to her stomach, "What time is it?"
"Nearly 9:00 AM!"
"Doctor!" she groans and falls face-first onto her pillow. He hears something that vaguely sounds like English.
"Bits otter nay moaning? With a bit more growl in your voice, you'd just have been very naughty in Judoon." The Doctor wiggles his eyebrows at her.
"Shut it," she turns her face toward him; her smile betrays any serious annoyance.
"So, you gonna tell me why you're waking me before noon on a Saturday morning?"
"Because, Rose Tyler, we have the whole day without work and nothing else planned. Just us! Also, you sleep too much. One life, and you sleep half of it away!"
"You sleep, too, y'know. I don't know why you keep conveniently forgetting I'm not part Time Lord."
"Yes, well. Time to get up!" He sits up and shifts down the bed. Standing, he pulls on her arms until she's sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What day is it again?" she yawns and stretches her legs.
"Well," he replies, "You seemed to know it's Saturday so I'm guessing that's not the question. Losing track of dates, are we?"
"Like you said, it's been mad at Torchwood. Haven't had a day off in…what, two, two and half weeks?" She stands up, hugs him, kisses his cheek. He hums happily. She pads over to the closet, pulls a blouse off a hanger. "So?"
"Date, yes. Twenty-eighth of June. Saturday," he replies over his shoulder as he heads to the hallway.
"What?" He pops his head back in the door.
"It's almost been a year now," she seems stunned. "Feels like…forever. And no time at all." He sees her serious expression, steps out from the door, and leans on the frame.
"Time is rather like that. People laugh when I say wibbley-wobbley, but," He jumps up from the doorframe. "Hang on! Does that mean it's almost my birthday?" He waggles his eyebrows again, this time with more childish excitement than lust.
"I guess so," she thinks for a moment and grins, catches her tongue in her teeth. "So, what d'you want for your birthday, Doctor?" she asks, peeks up at him through lowered lashes. He can't resist that and walks towards her, places his hands just above her hips.
"Hmm, I can think of a few things."
"Something appropriate to give you in front of Mum and Tony."
"Oh. Well. I'll have to think harder then."
Around noon, they finally leave the house. Holding hands as always, they walk along the street and peer through storefronts. Rose looks at the Doctor while he gapes at something unnecessarily technological with the same amusement and excitement Tony looks at new action figures.
"Doctor?" she says quietly. He senses she is a bit nervous.
"Yeah?" He turns from the display as though it never had his attention. "Something up?"
"No. I was just wondering," she bites her lower lip. "What about a holiday?"
"Christmas, All Hallow's, St. Grakley's Feast of Nine Badgers…?" He looks at her with a bit of confusion.
"No," she laughs. "I mean for your birthday. We could go on holiday. You and me?"
"Oooh!" His eyebrows shoot up. "That would be brilliant! We haven't gone on a proper holiday!"
"Whisking an impressionable young girl through time and space isn't a holiday?"
"Not really. Not the same. Not a lot of beaches and swimsuits and relaxing and such. Nor did we take time off work." He hugs her, tightly. "So, a proper holiday! Where should we go?"
"I have an idea," she says quietly, almost imperceptibly looking away.
"Do you now?"
"Well, I was thinking. I…want it to be a bit of a surprise."
"I like surprises. As long as they don't end up being some sort of creature trying to eat me."
"No Time Lord human biological meta-crisis eating monsters, I don't think." She smiles at him cheekily; he beams in response.
"Such a beast would go rather hungry, considering its rather specific, in fact, unique taste. Hopefully if it was there, it'll have starved by now."
"Never can tell, though." She winks. He hugs her again.