A/N: This is a series of Doctor/Rose (nine, ten, eleven and tenII) oneshots that I just love to write. Some of them I may have posted before, but this has been edited.
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#1- Stuck With You
"Being stuck with you... It wouldn't be so bad."
You could never tell what time it was on Krop Tor. Well, there was no day or night when you were orbiting a bloody black hole. Or maybe there was day and night, but they both happened at the same time, or all the time, or…
Either way, it was always dark- it was a black hole, after all. You couldn't ask much of a black hole. The fact that this monstrous, collosal thing was just sparing you and the rest of this funny little planet from getting sucked in and compressed into nothing was enough.
But since this constant darkness didn't give any indication on how much time was passing, Rose never had any idea on how many hours sleep she'd managed to catch. On the TARDIS, it was different; the Doctor knew. But now, he was just lost as she was. So Rose just slept whenever it was found convenient- when there was no work left for her to do, or when the Doctor was busy. When she was bored.
Boredom really was a new feeling to Rose. Well, recently, at least. When she was with the Doctor she never got bored. They always had somewhere to go and new people to meet, and new trouble to get into. But now, they were just trapped, in a sanctuary base with no means of escape, orbiting around a dark sun which really should've killed them by now.
But the whole novelty and the danger of the whole 'orbiting around the black hole' thing had worn off a long time ago. How long ago, Rose didn't really know, but it felt like a long time ago. They'd gotten over how impossible was it was, how one tiny shift out of orbit could slaughter the whole of the base in seconds. Now it just reminded both the Doctor and Rose how this would be the last phenomenal thing either of them saw.
The TARDIS was gone. Sucked into the black hole, she presumed, and compressed to death. When they realised that she had indeed, well, vanished, a part of the Doctor just vanished too. Nobody, not even Rose, could explain how strong the bond was between the Doctor and his time machine. They'd been through so much together, the Doctor and the TARDIS. And even though he didn't want to admit how lost he actually was, physically and metaphorically, Rose could tell.
Rose could tell there was no getting out of this. No matter how reassuring the Doctor's tone was, no matter how many times he said that they'd be fine, Rose couldn't help but think the opposite.
They were trapped. Without the TARDIS. That meant no trips forward and back in time, and no trips around the universe. That meant that they couldn't ever leave this place, this time, this galaxy.
Rose mentally groaned as she lifted her head from the bench in habitation three. Ida had mentioned that there was a bed set up further in the base for her to sleep when needs be, but she always seemed to manage to drop her head against the hard, metal table top. It felt like when you accidentally snoozed off in lessons at school (which Rose, to her own embarrassment, did quite frequently in her school days) and you were finally awoke by a haughty cough from a teacher or a nudge from your best friend, and you suddenly leapt up from the desk and your face felt all flat and out of proportion. Except it wasn't at school back when she was sixteen, it was now. On a sanctuary base, in space.
Rose wondered if her sixteen year old self would believe that the same things were happening to her, but light years away from home. Probably not, she assumed. Who would?
She scanned the room, habitation three, which she'd grown to know so well over the past few days. None of the crew was there, but there was one person. She smiled slightly to herself. The Doctor. If they were stuck in this godforsaken place, at least they were stuck together. Rose had no idea how she'd have coped this long if he wasn't there with her.
He was sat in the centre of the table (despite being told many times how unhygienic that was by the crew members- they had to eat on there) with wires and circuit boards scattered around him, the sonic screwdriver suspended loosely in his palm. He was wearing the same pin-stripe suit in which he'd arrived in (Rose had gladly accepted an old T Shirt and leggings from Scooty when she realised that she'd been wearing the same clothes for three days) and he had his black, rectangular-framed glasses on the end of his nose. He wasn't working, though, like he was supposed to. He was just staring upwards at the sky, at the incredible thing that lay before them. It was impossible not to stare, really. A black hole. A real black hole. Most of the time you wouldn't have the chance to stop and stare.
"You alright?" Rose inquired after a few moments of intensely studying him, studying his pensive expression, without him noticing. In her head she knew that sounded a bit creepy, but it wasn't. It just… It wasn't with the Doctor.
The Doctor shuddered slightly like he was jumping out of a trance, and brought his eyes back down to Rose. "What?"
Rose grinned to herself. Just like him. Head in the stars. Stars which he couldn't quite reach anymore. "Are you alright?"
"Oh. Me?" he tightened his grip round the sonic screwdriver and picked up a handful of wires. "I'm always alright."
Rose rolled her eyes. Was that his answer to everything? "You aren't half stupid sometimes, Doctor."
The Doctor feigned an expression of hurt and looked at Rose with his big, brown, puppy dog eyes. The ones that got Rose every single time. "I'm a genius, I'll have you know, Rose Tyler."
Rose chuckled to herself. Talk about modest. "No, not in that sense, Doctor. I know you can recite the whole works of Shakespeare and understand things which I can't dream to comprehend; but when it comes to human stuff and feelings you're thick as a brick. A time brick. A big thick Time Lord brick."
"Nah!" the Doctor shook his head, grinning up at her, "I don't need human stuff. I have you for that."
"Oh…" Rose gave him that familiar tongue-between-teeth smile, teasingly, "Is that all I am, then?"
"Of course not!" the Doctor exclaimed as a shower of sparks erupted from a circuit, making Rose jump back a little. "I needed someone to show off to, and you just happened to be the closest human at the time. Couldn't leave me alone, could you?"
Rose scowled mockingly and pointed out her index finger. "Hey! Where would you be without me?"
"Not here, for a start." the Doctor quipped cheekily, "I could still have those sticky-out ears and the leather jacket. I quite liked me number nine, you know. But of course, you had to go and absorb the time vortex, didn't you? Then it was bye-bye ears, hello not-ginger!"
"Actually…" Rose continued on, "It would be bye-bye ears, hello death by Dalek. You may be not-ginger, but at least you're still here. And that's down to me. So, to confirm my earlier point, where would you be without me?"
The Doctor grinned, staring down at his work. The sonic screwdriver was buzzing happily. "To be frank, Rose, I'd probably be lost without you."
Rose leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, smirking smugly. "That you would. Not that I was going to let you go, anyway. Once you sign up for Rose Tyler, there's no getting rid of her. That's what mum always used to say."
Rose sighed. Her mum. She promised she'd come back… But it looked like she never would. She never could, with the TARDIS gone and everything, even if she wanted to. But at least her mum knew she wasn't alone. Jackie knew that the Doctor would look after Rose no matter what. She wasn't safe, but she was loved. She was protected.
"What are we going to do then, eh?" the Doctor queried.
Despite the situation, Rose laughed lightly. "First time in nine hundred years you've never had a plan."
"Yep," he popped the 'p', before breaking out into a grin. "But it's more exciting that way, isn't it? The unknown. Where would the fun be if I always knew everything?"
Rose raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly. "To be honest, Doctor, when you have as much a clue as I do… It scares me to death. Even more than Daleks and clockwork robots and Queen Victoria."
The Doctor waved a hand dismissively. "Nah! Don't be silly! You, Rose Tyler, are absolutely brilliant. You have nothing to be scared of."
"What?" she interjected audaciously , "Not even your morning hair?"
"Not even my…" the Doctor scowled, "What are you talking about? My morning hair is incredible. I love my morning hair! I'm very attached to my morning hair. It is in no way, shape or form scary or frightening."
Rose bit her lip, shaking her head. That man. He really was a mad one. Rose Tyler was stuck, in hell, with a mad one.
Not that she'd have it any other way.