"Doctor?"
"Hmmm"
"I brought you a cuppa, nice and milky how you like it"
He was tinkering with the TARDIS again, he always seemed to be tinkering with somthing, not that Rose wanted to have a go about the extremely sensitive time machine, she seemed to be able to tell when somone was being nasty, the last time she`d had a whinge they been landed in some god forsaken desert planet a million miles from anywhere.
Damn mind reading time machine!
The Doctor took the proferred cup and took a big swig, wiped his hands on his trousers and scrambled out from underneath the controls with his trade mark grin firmly in place.
"She`s nearly ready to go, just a few more adjustments,here hand me that rench would you Rose"
As Rose reached down to retrieve the extremly filthy tool, here vest rode up, and just above her trouser line there was a slightly shiny, hardly noticable scar, about an inch long and half an inch wide. The Dr cocked his head to one side and stared at it, but it was covered again just as quickly as Rose straightened. The Dr dropped the rench on the side and walked towards her, she didnt know what he was doing, just looking at her intently and reaching for the hem of her top, as his hands slid up her torso she felt that shiver run down her spine, the same one she got everytime he clasped her hand as if she would disappear, but this time the shiver shot straight to her abdoman, making her suck in an almost inaudable breath. She was so busy trying not to notice how his touch affected her she didnt realise what he was looking at.
He ran the underside of his thumb over the scar, as if touching it would bring fourth images of how she`d gotten it. When she realised exactly what he was stareing at she covered her stomach and moved a few paces back out of his reach, picked up her cup and walked away along the corridor to her room. The TARDIS was being kind for once and let her find her door without having to get out a map and compass, she went to sit on her bed, but her legs had stopped working, and she looked to all the world like she was asleep standing up, her head bowed, her eyes shut tight, scrunched up as if to keep out some horrible memorie that was itching to surface.
Suddenly the his hands were on her shoulders and he was turning her into his chest, one hand stroking her hair, the other cupping her face, he looked so worried, like she would break if he uttered a sound, but the curiosity in his eyes was unmistakable, before he had chance to voice his concern she pulled out of his grasp and slumped down onto her matress, letting out a sigh she simply stated,
"I was stabbed"
His swift intake of breath was all it took, one single tear made its way down her cheek. He was at her side in an instant, it was amazing really, the way he didnt even have to ask, or she to say, he always knew when she needed the comfort of his big strong, old leather smelling arms.
"S`alright love"
The endearment didnt go unoticed, just unmention.
"Tell me what happened...please"
"I was 16, and I was seeing this bloke right, his name was Jimmy, Jimmy Stones, not a nice bloke, dont know what i saw in him really, first love `n all that, well we werent being, ya know...careful, and i ended up doing a home pregnancy test, turns out I was gonna be a mummy...."
His grip on her tightened slightly, as if he knew what was coming, bracing himself for it.
"Well, he wasnt the nicest yeah, like I said, he`d slapped me a couple of times, split my lip once, but nothin major..."
"Nothing major, nothing major, Rose he hit you!!"
"yeah I know, had the lecture of mum didnt I, well i fought, it would ya know, make him stop, maybe, somehow, i dunno, i was niave and I loved him"
"But it didnt make him stop"
"no"
"Please Rose, I, I need to know"
"i went to his flat, he was in one of `is moods ya know, and when I told him he went up the wall,I tried to get back out onto the street, i made it to the foot of the stairs when he grabbed me from behind saying what a dirty little slut I was.."
The Dr`s grip tightened again, just that little bit more, his knuckles had turned white, like he was ready to snap.
"And then I felt it, the blade, it was only a second, and then I was on the floor, holding my stomach, I was cold and I knew if I didnt get some help..."
She left the rest unsaid, he knew what she was saying, he`d come this close to never meeting this remarkable woman, all because some fucking jerk and decided he didnt want to own up to his responsibility.
A single tear slid silently down his face.
"But as you can see, im fine, im here arent I, just goes to show(and thats where herbreath caught in her throat) takes more`un that to do away with me"
She could feel the blade again, suddenly she was laying back on the floor of that blocks of flats, bleeding to death, and she began to shiver, and rock back and forwards, the only thing holding her up, the only thing keeping her in this world, his arms, and then it hit her, the shiver he sent through her, the spark of electricity she felt whenever he was near, she loved him, and right at this moment she wanted him, desperatly needed him, so she could stop feeling this aching, emptyness inside. He didnt want her like that though, so she tried to struggle out of his vice like grip, but he wouldnt let her go, he was crying quietly and staring at her with what seemed like new,what admiration, appreciation, love? and he was leaning into her, closer and closer until she could feel his breath on her lips, almost taste him, and it was as if a damn had broken, he pushed his lips to hers, she gasped, giving him that much wanted oppertunity to deepen the kiss, and then they were all hands and lips, clothes being hastilly disguarded, and heavy breathing.
"No Dr, you, you dont want this, your just trying to make me feel bet.."
She never finshed her sentence, he placed a finger on her lips to hush her, and simply said,
"I want you"
And that was how they stayed for the rest of the night, in each others arms, loving each other, appreciating each other. They both knew, it was going to be different, but when they woke in the morning, it would be a good kind of different, all he knew was that he could have lost her, and that scared him beyond all coherent thought, and so he took solice in her, making sure that she was still tangible, still real, and his.
End
