His Precious Girl: PrologueA/N: PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST, thank you very much .More Like This
Rose Tyler was curled up under two layers of warm blankets. Yellow strands of hair hung over her face as she slept. Her breathing was quick and her mouth twitched as she spoke in her sleep. Beads of sweat were trickling down her forehead. Her fingers would move slightly every now and then. Her dreams had been very strange lately, and she was having another one right now.
Rose stood in a boiler room. She was covered in sweat from the heat. The air was so hot it made it difficult for Rose to breathe. Hot gases leaked out from pipes all around her. She was staring at a face on the wall. The face was a deep shade of violet, and it was saying something. Rose couldn't make out the words because of all the hissing and squeaking around her. However, she did have a sense of great danger. Rose knew she had to get out fast, but she also had to find the Doctor.
Then there was a loud pop nearby as one of the pipes exploded
Proposal"Will you marry me?" Short, simple and, hopefully, effective. Only four words to tell her something so important. Maybe he could add a little.More Like This
"Rose Tyler, I love you so much. Will you marry me?" A bit too long? If he was even more nervous than he already was, then perhaps he should make it a bit shorter.
"Rose Tyler, will you marry me? Please? Pretty, pretty please?" Nope. Nuh-uh. Absolutely no way. Way too much begging. He may only be half time lord, but he still had his pride, and he would not beg her to marry him nope, definitely not.
"Rose Tyler, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Nah, too formal. She would prefer it he kept it simple.
He nervously glanced around the room, before falling to one knee and pulling out the small box. He could imagine Rose sitting on the couch, happy from a night out. He was going to take her out to some fancy restaurant and afterwards he would take her dancing. Yes, he would definitely do that.
He coughed slightly. "Rose
Happily Ever After"Why did he do it?" Rose Tyler looked listlessly across the great grey expanse before them. Sand, sea, and sky all melded into one big overcast horizon as far as the eye could see. She sat on the damp sand with her legs crossed and hugged herself slightly as the temperature lowered, the sun sinking lower in the sky to her left. Jackie Tyler paced somewhere behind her, trying to contact Pete and manage transport to get them back to London. But she didn't care anymore. She couldn't even think about London. All she could think about was him.More Like This
"Do what?" The Doctor or a man that looked just like him sat down beside her. He crossed his legs in a similar fashion and wrapped his arms around himself like she did, if for no other reason than to let her know that she was not alone.
"He left us here." She told him without bothering to turn her gaze from the sea. "Why did he do it? He said you were him, you so tell me why." Her tone held more accusation than sympathy as she
His HandsShe'd always loved his hands...More Like This
She watched his hands dance over the console, and felt a flutter in her belly.
He had such wonderful but contradictory hands. Young and energetic and innocent, sweet shy fingertips, that could curl into a little boy fist. He waved them when he was excited, or used them to punctuate his explanations, or twiddled them in excitement and joyful anticipation.
Yet they were old hands, large, lean, and strong, long fingered, and big knuckled. The hands of a pianist, or woodcarver, the hands of an inventor, all covered with nicks and burns. Delicate enough to hold a baby chick, strong enough to bend worlds.
River watched her husband argue with his time machine, muttering under his breath, twiddling this control, typing in those coordinates, reaching under to pull out a component, examine it, and reinsert it with the casual knowledge of long practice.
“Hmm?” He looked up, distracted, his eyes a bit glazed, not