Watson's Ghost. Part Six, Ten/Rose.
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misscamWatson's Ghost 6/9
by Camilla Sandman
Disclaimer: Just written for my own and other's amusement, BBC. Please not be suing me.
Rating: Mature, eventually.
Summary: Wherein the Doctor and Rose face a murder charge, Rose walks with ghosts, the Doctor tries for life and an alliance changes its nature. [Ten/Rose]
Author's Note: Prompt 029 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50lyricsfanfic (just give me one more moment, another walk out in the sun; one more day to find some justice with your shadow by my side - As One - Dropkick Murphys). Written for an anon request in my LJ. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus79 for beta-ing and being awesome. Love ya, darling.
Table of Prompts
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
II
An Ending: Wherein Virgot dies
Endings, it is known, come in many ways. Unsatisfactory, where the beginning and the ending seem not connected at all. Sudden, where the unexpected dominates. Resolved, where the ending seems to tie it all together. And sometimes, an end is just where the story comes to a halt.
Virgot's end was this. Stranger Doctor and walker Rose took him to the Council of Justice, and words of a ghost found him guilty of murder. He was imprisoned, and for a while he thought himself lucky.
He never saw walker Rose again, only heard the whispers of what she and her stranger had done. He was never forced to face his victims. He convinced himself he felt no regret and so he had none. He never walked with ghosts.
He still knew no peace, and never understood why. Virgot's end was none.
He just died and that was that.
II
Part Six: Wherein the Doctor rages, a right is claimed, pacing is conducted, Rose loves twice over, the Doctor demonstrates a point and the importance of giving what wanted is discovered
Rose has seen the Doctor angry many times by now, and she's learned the nuances of it - anger because it helps him think, anger covering for fear, anger to make others afraid, anger tinged with disgust, anger at helplessness, and downright rage.
This she thinks is rather a combination of the last two.
"And Rose, Rose is innocent and because you assumed guilt, she's got a ghost in her head!" the Doctor rages, and the five aliens that make up the Council of Justice look more than a tad uncomfortable. They have for the fifteen minutes the Doctor has been going off on them, ever since Virgot was taken away and she felt like she could breathe again. "You call this justice? It's insanity!"
"Honoured Doctor..." one of the female members tries, and the Doctor turns to face her so sharply even Rose jumps a little.
"Where's the honour in this? Where's the justice? At what price? Life for the dead at whatever the cost of the living?"
"We only let the willing walk..."
"The ones who feel they have no other choice! The stupid! The young! The desperate! How willing was Rose? You knew she had no idea, and you let her!"
"She did insist," the female says quietly. "She did claim the will to go in your stead, and the ghost knew her name."
The Doctor exhales, and for a moment, she thinks she can see guilt in him and she wants to fling herself into his arms and insist it wasn't his fault. It was always hers. Doubly so.
"I know," he says shortly. "But this has gone far enough. You're all suffering. You're all afraid. The number of ghosts is growing, and you're beginning to think about what would happen if they would roam free, aren't you?"
"The winds..."
"Winds change. Everything changes. Everything dies." He looks at Rose, and she shivers at the look in his eyes. All knowledge and all grief, and she wants to comfort him, needs to comfort him. "You had no right to do this to Rose. You have no right to do it to anybody, and I'll make sure of it."
"You?" he who Rose knows is Genna's father says. "And you have the right to stop it?"
The Doctor smiles, and it's a terrifying smile. "I'm claiming that right. Come, Rose."
He strides out, and she hesitates for a moment.
"Genna still needs to know her future would've been great," she rushes out, and leaves the way the Doctor went, feeling the gazes following her. So much fear, she knows, and shame too. So little wisdom, and the people of Nattdvalve shuns their own leaders for it. She would pity them, but she doesn't quite feel like it.
She feels like comforting the Doctor, so she decides to.
She finds him in the hallway where he's parked the TARDIS, pacing around it, running a hand through his hair and looking intent.
"Rose," he says absentmindedly. "Ghosts, ghosts... Why couldn't they be mummies? I know mummies. Mummies are easy. Maigret and I solved mummy mysteries in good time to hit the local cafés to have a drink. I tell you, that man liked a good one. His wife too. She was delightful."
"She would be," Rose mutters.
"But ghosts!" he goes on. "Why did they have to be ghosts? I hate ghosts."
She looks at him, and he finally seem to notice she's actually there.
"Apart from yours, of course," he amends. "Delightful ghost. Very helpful. Charming, in fact."
"You just don't want it to hang out with me?" she jokes a little, and he looks pained. "Maybe it doesn't have to be like all the other people. They didn't have a Doctor, after all."
"I can't fix everything, Rose," he objects, leaning against the TARDIS wall. She leans against him.
"Let me fix a few things then?" she suggests, running a finger down the lines of his suit. "I don't want you to feel like you're losing me. I'm here."
"Rose... Rose, don't," he says, but it's a plea without strength. He looks tired and energized and angry and sad all at once, and he's looking at her with so much of everything else he feels too she can't not do this.
"You said yourself the ghosts only mirror what is. You explained it to me," she says softly, watching his Adam's apple move as he swallows. "So this is all me."
She kisses him. He's so still he might as well be a statue, but his lips are soft and she explores the feel and texture of them. A little pressure there and he inhales a little, a little pleasure there and she can feel his breath catch in his throat. She dares a little more, tongue brushing against tongue, and his body feels tense when she sneaks a hand inside his jacket. Always holding back. Always the one light years ahead of everyone else, and sometimes she resents him a little for that.
"Rose..." he warns.
"What?" she mutters, kissing the lines of his jaw, moving down his neck. "Haven't all your little Watsons tried this over the years?"
He doesn't answer, and she resents that a little too. She resents many things, and she kisses him angrily this time, biting down on his bottom lip, clutching at his shirt, pressing against the length of him. He doesn't stop her, and doesn't help her, and she wonders what he's thinking and hiding from her in his mind.
"Your head," he whispers, and finally he does something, lifting his fingers to touch her temple, almost reverently. "It's going to kill you."
"I saw death," she replies, taking his fingers in her hand, pressing it to her lips. "What's wrong with living a little?"
"It's not a little. It's too much," he says, watching her lips as she draws one of his fingers into her mouth. "You're going to burn up with everything you feel."
"Everything I feel," she echoes, kissing his knuckles now. You know how I feel. I lo-"
"No!" he says fiercely, shaking his head and looking angry, so angry. "You don't dare say that with that thing still in your head. Don't you dare. Don't you dare, Rose."
"But I do," she protests, and he kisses her hard, cutting off her words. She only half feels him open the TARDIS and yank her inside with him, slamming the door shut and then pressing her against it, never breaking the kiss.
"Don't," he says, his lips sliding against hers. "Don't say that."
She strains a little against him, cloth rubbing against cloth, and he stills hers with his hands on her hips.
"Don't do that," he says, and she groans in frustration. Instead he moves against her, and she wants clothes gone and skin only, but when she fumbles with the buttons on his jacket, he grabs both her hands with one of his and holds them over her head.
"Don't do that," he says again, and he kisses her neck, and she strains against him, wants to touch him, but he's denying her.
"You want this," he says softly, his tongue drawing small circles on her earlobe.
"Yes," she whispers.
"But not like this."
"No."
"Not like it's not really your show and you're not fully a partner and everything's happening on someone else's premise?"
"No."
"Then you know how I feel," he says intensely, and steps back, letting go of her. "How you'll feel after. Not like this, Rose."
She nods, very slowly, her skin still tingling. He starts pacing again, back and forth, back and forth, and she watches him, trying to even her breathing and calm what seems to be raging in her mind.
"Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts..." he mutters. "Why couldn't they have a plague of particularly insistent mice? I'd just set up a brilliant cheese maker, constructed by your brilliant truly, and problem solved. Everyone gets what they want."
"Too bad you can't just give ghosts what they want," she says, and he stops so suddenly he seems to almost trip. He stares at her for a long moment, and then slowly, he starts to grin, and just never stops, beaming at her.
"What they want... What ghosts always want! Of course! Rose Tyler, you're brilliant, you are!"
He sweeps her up in a hug, and she clings to him, feeling a bit dizzy as he spins her around.
"And your little ghostly friend too! Everyone's brilliant and I'm most brilliant of all!"
"Shut up," she laughs, but he just beams at her, finally putting her down, both breathing a little unevenly. "What are you going to do?"
He winks at her, and it's all delight and a little madness and she's a little bit afraid and all elated.
"Oh, Rose... I'm going to make everyone - everyone! - remember."
(To be continued...)
by Camilla Sandman
Disclaimer: Just written for my own and other's amusement, BBC. Please not be suing me.
Rating: Mature, eventually.
Summary: Wherein the Doctor and Rose face a murder charge, Rose walks with ghosts, the Doctor tries for life and an alliance changes its nature. [Ten/Rose]
Author's Note: Prompt 029 for
50lyricsfanfic (just give me one more moment, another walk out in the sun; one more day to find some justice with your shadow by my side - As One - Dropkick Murphys). Written for an anon request in my LJ. Thanks to lotus79 for beta-ing and being awesome. Love ya, darling. Table of Prompts
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
II
An Ending: Wherein Virgot dies
Endings, it is known, come in many ways. Unsatisfactory, where the beginning and the ending seem not connected at all. Sudden, where the unexpected dominates. Resolved, where the ending seems to tie it all together. And sometimes, an end is just where the story comes to a halt.
Virgot's end was this. Stranger Doctor and walker Rose took him to the Council of Justice, and words of a ghost found him guilty of murder. He was imprisoned, and for a while he thought himself lucky.
He never saw walker Rose again, only heard the whispers of what she and her stranger had done. He was never forced to face his victims. He convinced himself he felt no regret and so he had none. He never walked with ghosts.
He still knew no peace, and never understood why. Virgot's end was none.
He just died and that was that.
II
Part Six: Wherein the Doctor rages, a right is claimed, pacing is conducted, Rose loves twice over, the Doctor demonstrates a point and the importance of giving what wanted is discovered
Rose has seen the Doctor angry many times by now, and she's learned the nuances of it - anger because it helps him think, anger covering for fear, anger to make others afraid, anger tinged with disgust, anger at helplessness, and downright rage.
This she thinks is rather a combination of the last two.
"And Rose, Rose is innocent and because you assumed guilt, she's got a ghost in her head!" the Doctor rages, and the five aliens that make up the Council of Justice look more than a tad uncomfortable. They have for the fifteen minutes the Doctor has been going off on them, ever since Virgot was taken away and she felt like she could breathe again. "You call this justice? It's insanity!"
"Honoured Doctor..." one of the female members tries, and the Doctor turns to face her so sharply even Rose jumps a little.
"Where's the honour in this? Where's the justice? At what price? Life for the dead at whatever the cost of the living?"
"We only let the willing walk..."
"The ones who feel they have no other choice! The stupid! The young! The desperate! How willing was Rose? You knew she had no idea, and you let her!"
"She did insist," the female says quietly. "She did claim the will to go in your stead, and the ghost knew her name."
The Doctor exhales, and for a moment, she thinks she can see guilt in him and she wants to fling herself into his arms and insist it wasn't his fault. It was always hers. Doubly so.
"I know," he says shortly. "But this has gone far enough. You're all suffering. You're all afraid. The number of ghosts is growing, and you're beginning to think about what would happen if they would roam free, aren't you?"
"The winds..."
"Winds change. Everything changes. Everything dies." He looks at Rose, and she shivers at the look in his eyes. All knowledge and all grief, and she wants to comfort him, needs to comfort him. "You had no right to do this to Rose. You have no right to do it to anybody, and I'll make sure of it."
"You?" he who Rose knows is Genna's father says. "And you have the right to stop it?"
The Doctor smiles, and it's a terrifying smile. "I'm claiming that right. Come, Rose."
He strides out, and she hesitates for a moment.
"Genna still needs to know her future would've been great," she rushes out, and leaves the way the Doctor went, feeling the gazes following her. So much fear, she knows, and shame too. So little wisdom, and the people of Nattdvalve shuns their own leaders for it. She would pity them, but she doesn't quite feel like it.
She feels like comforting the Doctor, so she decides to.
She finds him in the hallway where he's parked the TARDIS, pacing around it, running a hand through his hair and looking intent.
"Rose," he says absentmindedly. "Ghosts, ghosts... Why couldn't they be mummies? I know mummies. Mummies are easy. Maigret and I solved mummy mysteries in good time to hit the local cafés to have a drink. I tell you, that man liked a good one. His wife too. She was delightful."
"She would be," Rose mutters.
"But ghosts!" he goes on. "Why did they have to be ghosts? I hate ghosts."
She looks at him, and he finally seem to notice she's actually there.
"Apart from yours, of course," he amends. "Delightful ghost. Very helpful. Charming, in fact."
"You just don't want it to hang out with me?" she jokes a little, and he looks pained. "Maybe it doesn't have to be like all the other people. They didn't have a Doctor, after all."
"I can't fix everything, Rose," he objects, leaning against the TARDIS wall. She leans against him.
"Let me fix a few things then?" she suggests, running a finger down the lines of his suit. "I don't want you to feel like you're losing me. I'm here."
"Rose... Rose, don't," he says, but it's a plea without strength. He looks tired and energized and angry and sad all at once, and he's looking at her with so much of everything else he feels too she can't not do this.
"You said yourself the ghosts only mirror what is. You explained it to me," she says softly, watching his Adam's apple move as he swallows. "So this is all me."
She kisses him. He's so still he might as well be a statue, but his lips are soft and she explores the feel and texture of them. A little pressure there and he inhales a little, a little pleasure there and she can feel his breath catch in his throat. She dares a little more, tongue brushing against tongue, and his body feels tense when she sneaks a hand inside his jacket. Always holding back. Always the one light years ahead of everyone else, and sometimes she resents him a little for that.
"Rose..." he warns.
"What?" she mutters, kissing the lines of his jaw, moving down his neck. "Haven't all your little Watsons tried this over the years?"
He doesn't answer, and she resents that a little too. She resents many things, and she kisses him angrily this time, biting down on his bottom lip, clutching at his shirt, pressing against the length of him. He doesn't stop her, and doesn't help her, and she wonders what he's thinking and hiding from her in his mind.
"Your head," he whispers, and finally he does something, lifting his fingers to touch her temple, almost reverently. "It's going to kill you."
"I saw death," she replies, taking his fingers in her hand, pressing it to her lips. "What's wrong with living a little?"
"It's not a little. It's too much," he says, watching her lips as she draws one of his fingers into her mouth. "You're going to burn up with everything you feel."
"Everything I feel," she echoes, kissing his knuckles now. You know how I feel. I lo-"
"No!" he says fiercely, shaking his head and looking angry, so angry. "You don't dare say that with that thing still in your head. Don't you dare. Don't you dare, Rose."
"But I do," she protests, and he kisses her hard, cutting off her words. She only half feels him open the TARDIS and yank her inside with him, slamming the door shut and then pressing her against it, never breaking the kiss.
"Don't," he says, his lips sliding against hers. "Don't say that."
She strains a little against him, cloth rubbing against cloth, and he stills hers with his hands on her hips.
"Don't do that," he says, and she groans in frustration. Instead he moves against her, and she wants clothes gone and skin only, but when she fumbles with the buttons on his jacket, he grabs both her hands with one of his and holds them over her head.
"Don't do that," he says again, and he kisses her neck, and she strains against him, wants to touch him, but he's denying her.
"You want this," he says softly, his tongue drawing small circles on her earlobe.
"Yes," she whispers.
"But not like this."
"No."
"Not like it's not really your show and you're not fully a partner and everything's happening on someone else's premise?"
"No."
"Then you know how I feel," he says intensely, and steps back, letting go of her. "How you'll feel after. Not like this, Rose."
She nods, very slowly, her skin still tingling. He starts pacing again, back and forth, back and forth, and she watches him, trying to even her breathing and calm what seems to be raging in her mind.
"Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts..." he mutters. "Why couldn't they have a plague of particularly insistent mice? I'd just set up a brilliant cheese maker, constructed by your brilliant truly, and problem solved. Everyone gets what they want."
"Too bad you can't just give ghosts what they want," she says, and he stops so suddenly he seems to almost trip. He stares at her for a long moment, and then slowly, he starts to grin, and just never stops, beaming at her.
"What they want... What ghosts always want! Of course! Rose Tyler, you're brilliant, you are!"
He sweeps her up in a hug, and she clings to him, feeling a bit dizzy as he spins her around.
"And your little ghostly friend too! Everyone's brilliant and I'm most brilliant of all!"
"Shut up," she laughs, but he just beams at her, finally putting her down, both breathing a little unevenly. "What are you going to do?"
He winks at her, and it's all delight and a little madness and she's a little bit afraid and all elated.
"Oh, Rose... I'm going to make everyone - everyone! - remember."
(To be continued...)
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Date: 2006-05-29 08:40 pm (UTC)But good.
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Date: 2006-05-29 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-29 09:02 pm (UTC)BTW, I did like parts four and five as well. Which is all rather lame feedback, even lamer than usual, but I'm too tired to review properly at the moment...
And where did your shiny Doctor Who layout go? This one looks nice, too, but I somehow miss the DW banner.
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Date: 2006-05-29 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-29 09:07 pm (UTC)This is really good. :)
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Date: 2006-05-29 09:14 pm (UTC)How you show those two minds melting into each other and how you weave that into the story, the memories that are not hers to give a judge a name for example, that's just brilliant
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Date: 2006-05-30 01:53 am (UTC)I really like how he used the kissing to make her understand, that was really cool, and I can't seem to word that any better, so I hope you get what I mean.
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Date: 2006-05-30 11:06 am (UTC)Nextly, that was fantastic!
*goes off to read next chapter*