Fic: A Spoiler Smle
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jedi_of_urthTitle: A Spoiler Smile
Author:jedi_of_urth
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, Eleven, River
Rating: G
Word Count: 579
Prompt/Summary: Ten/Rose: The library wasn't the only or first time River saw Ten.
Disclaimer: DW doesn’t belong to me
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): General spoilers through season 5, unbetaed, kind of random.
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally written for Doctor/Rose fixthon December 2010. Was pretty well received it seemed.
She’s seen him devastated; she’s seen him driven; she’s seen him euphoric with adventure. She’s seen him sad; she’s seen him content; and she thought she had seen him happy.
Until today.
She’d recognized him instantly of course, she knew what all of them looked like, even if she’d never met this one. Long and lean (as he liked to be) with dark brown hair that the wind was playing with now, but she suspected was never tamed hair. His tenth life, if her memory didn’t deceive her, and it seldom did.
He and his companion of the moment were sitting on a long trench coat spread on the lush blue grass. He had his arm around the blond girl with too much makeup (not that either of those was a unique trait among the Doctor’s assistants) who nestled into the crook of his shoulder as if she fit there perfectly.
He was speaking to the girl in low, almost whispered tones, no doubt explaining something he found fascinating about this planet. That wasn’t so unusual; what was unusual was the look on his face when he looked at the girl.
It was almost too strange to think of, but her first thought was that the Doctor was in love with the blond woman, but that couldn’t be possible. The Doctor didn’t fall in love with his companions; sometimes he flirted, sometimes he took a passing fancy to some woman he met on his travels, but he didn’t fall in love.
But then the blond turned her head and kissed her Doctor lightly on the lips and when they separated a moment later he smiled.
It wasn’t a manic adventure smile. It wasn’t a pleased and fond smile. It wasn’t an amused by something only he knew smile. It was joy, and love. It was so unlike the Doctor that River briefly wondered if this was just some look alike in space and time; it happened.
She felt someone behind her and turned to see a Doctor she recognized there, the tweed and bow tie one. But he was right behind her, normally she would have heard him coming, but he must be sneaking around. He nodded to her when she turned to face him, but his eyes were on the pair farther into the clearing.
He schooled his expression, but he couldn’t mask the look in his eyes. Those showed emotions she was more used to seeing from him. Longing, grief, sorrow. But there was something else there too, like the dimmed reflection of the look the other Doctor wore.
“That’s you isn’t it?” she asked.
He nodded, his jaw clenched but he didn’t say anything. That wasn’t like him either, in all the time and all the ways she had known him, talking was a common feature.
“Did you love her?” she asked, for once uncertain about asking him something.
He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. His eyes were still focused on the pair, though come to think of it, it might just be on the blond. All the answer to the question she got was a flash in his eyes. She couldn’t be sure what it was, but that it was there was enough. He had, and what’s more he still did.
“Do I ever get to meet her?”
Through the cloud of longing the Doctor smiled, but this was only his amused-at-his-own-wit smile. But he still sounded sad as he answered, “Spoilers.”
Author:
jedi_of_urthFandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, Eleven, River
Rating: G
Word Count: 579
Prompt/Summary: Ten/Rose: The library wasn't the only or first time River saw Ten.
Disclaimer: DW doesn’t belong to me
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): General spoilers through season 5, unbetaed, kind of random.
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally written for Doctor/Rose fixthon December 2010. Was pretty well received it seemed.
She’s seen him devastated; she’s seen him driven; she’s seen him euphoric with adventure. She’s seen him sad; she’s seen him content; and she thought she had seen him happy.
Until today.
She’d recognized him instantly of course, she knew what all of them looked like, even if she’d never met this one. Long and lean (as he liked to be) with dark brown hair that the wind was playing with now, but she suspected was never tamed hair. His tenth life, if her memory didn’t deceive her, and it seldom did.
He and his companion of the moment were sitting on a long trench coat spread on the lush blue grass. He had his arm around the blond girl with too much makeup (not that either of those was a unique trait among the Doctor’s assistants) who nestled into the crook of his shoulder as if she fit there perfectly.
He was speaking to the girl in low, almost whispered tones, no doubt explaining something he found fascinating about this planet. That wasn’t so unusual; what was unusual was the look on his face when he looked at the girl.
It was almost too strange to think of, but her first thought was that the Doctor was in love with the blond woman, but that couldn’t be possible. The Doctor didn’t fall in love with his companions; sometimes he flirted, sometimes he took a passing fancy to some woman he met on his travels, but he didn’t fall in love.
But then the blond turned her head and kissed her Doctor lightly on the lips and when they separated a moment later he smiled.
It wasn’t a manic adventure smile. It wasn’t a pleased and fond smile. It wasn’t an amused by something only he knew smile. It was joy, and love. It was so unlike the Doctor that River briefly wondered if this was just some look alike in space and time; it happened.
She felt someone behind her and turned to see a Doctor she recognized there, the tweed and bow tie one. But he was right behind her, normally she would have heard him coming, but he must be sneaking around. He nodded to her when she turned to face him, but his eyes were on the pair farther into the clearing.
He schooled his expression, but he couldn’t mask the look in his eyes. Those showed emotions she was more used to seeing from him. Longing, grief, sorrow. But there was something else there too, like the dimmed reflection of the look the other Doctor wore.
“That’s you isn’t it?” she asked.
He nodded, his jaw clenched but he didn’t say anything. That wasn’t like him either, in all the time and all the ways she had known him, talking was a common feature.
“Did you love her?” she asked, for once uncertain about asking him something.
He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. His eyes were still focused on the pair, though come to think of it, it might just be on the blond. All the answer to the question she got was a flash in his eyes. She couldn’t be sure what it was, but that it was there was enough. He had, and what’s more he still did.
“Do I ever get to meet her?”
Through the cloud of longing the Doctor smiled, but this was only his amused-at-his-own-wit smile. But he still sounded sad as he answered, “Spoilers.”
