sapphire_child: (that's very me; dw; ten2/rose)
Just Milk Nine/Rose, PG-13
It tends to creep up on him you see, now that he doesn’t sleep much anymore. Not that he was ever big on the activity in the first place, but now when he lets himself...well he tends to wake up like this. Screaming that is. Written for the TTU ficathon and also in honour of [livejournal.com profile] womenlovefest which is being fabulously run by my good friend [livejournal.com profile] akzseinga

She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. )
sapphire_child: (can't you...? ; dw; ten/rose)
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By any other name Dave Tiler/Rose Tyler, PG13
Rose is on a Torchwood mission when she accidentally stumbles across professional photographer and family man Dave Tiler. An almost perfect doppelganger for her Doctor, Rose is irresistibly drawn to him. But Dave’s got his own life and loves. When his partner dies Rose makes a string of excuses to come back to Glasgow but can’t help but wonder whether she’s ultimately trying to assuage his grief or her own.

It’s one of those jobs that most agents hate – taking readings, talking to civilians...but Rose enjoys these sorts of jaunts. She likes to pretend that she’s investigating something under her own steam and later she’ll be able to meet up with the Doctor so they can put their intel together and fix things up like they always do... )
sapphire_child: (three doctors; dw; nine+ten+eleven)
Pretty Nine/Rose-ness


And Ten/Rose


And Ten/Companions which made me all snivelly D:
sapphire_child: (your hand in mine; dw; nine/rose)

Found in my Great Aunt's study bookshelf on Christmas Day last year.
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To the fans of AoBH,

I am truly, truly sorry for not getting this chapter out sooner but this story has turned out to be even LONGER than I thought it would be and I've been agonising over the end of it for several months now (damn my OCD!) because so many people have invested so much time in this fic (a fact that continues to humble and amaze me) and I don't now want to rush the end and do a half arsed job because you all deserve so much more! (So much more...!)

So thank you for your amazing and ongoing patience (and the gentle, ongoing digs at me on totally unrelated journal posts to write more of this XD). You guys are all so incredible and I've been enjoying all of your comments so very much. This whole fic has been a massive labour of love and I'm going to be very sad when it's all over and posted :( but in the meantime, have a new chapter (FINALLY) of The Art of Being Human.

xx sapph

~*~

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The Art of Being Human – Chapter 10/11 PG-13, Ten/Rose, John Smith/Rose
AU. With John Smith gone and the Family defeated, Rose returns to life on the TARDIS with the Doctor. But things aren’t like they were before and it seems like the Doctor might not be able to help Rose heal after the loss of John...

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Epilogue

Previously, in the Art of Being Human... )

Chapter Ten )
sapphire_child: (can't help; dw; rose)
all that is, all that was (and all of it for him) Ten2/Rose, implied Nine/Rose and Ten/Rose, PG
It’s after a particularly trying day and in the middle of a rather fantastic row that Rose yells at him that’s something along the lines of, “You know what I don’t understand?” and he responds with a sarcastic, “What don’t you understand Rose?” which she then counters with, “If the Bad Wolf could see everything then why didn’t she this?” and all he can really say then is a very confused, “...what?” 1,649 words

the song ends but the story goes on, Eleven, PG
She’s wracked her brain, searching fantastical childhood stories for a fable where they were said but has always come up blank. She’s searched the internet, read books and diaries and hunted through the endless papers left behind by her kin. But she still doesn’t know what the cryptic eulogy means and it bothers her immensely though she couldn’t tell you why. 1, 138 words
A/N: Oh my god. I don’t even.

Tapestry Doctor/Rose, PG
She has lived many lives. She has been Empress and peasant, dictator and anarchist rebel. A wise old woman with the power of healing in her hands and a child who barely made it to the age of three-and-a-half and liked picture books and the pink shoes with the buckles – the ones she was buried in. 608 words.
A/N: shamelessly uses lyrics from Carole King’s beautiful song, Tapestry. You have been warned.

It is just that Ten2/Rose, PG
It’s the little things, always the little things 157 words

Diving into the wreck implied Ten/Rose, Martha
This is a story about a boat adrift on storm tossed seas that is missing both an oar and its second rower. About the futility of rowing in circles, waiting for a love that will never return. This is the wreck of who he is without her, the things that he misses and all the little rememberings that burn behind the eyes. 341 words.
sapphire_child: (better with three; dw; nine/ten/eleven)
Oh, this kiss! This kiss! Ten/Rose, PG
Turning to look at Rose, still gazing fondly at the message on the wall and biting her lip in that endearing way she has, he decides very abruptly to do something very foolish and not the least bit reckless. 375 words
A/N: spoilers for this deleted scene from Army of Ghosts.
( They’re on their way to Jackie’s flat, Rose laden down with a backpack bursting with washing and the Doctor swinging their linked hands when he sees it. )

Girly Things, Nine/Rose, PG
He can’t even figure out where it’s all come from – not unless the bags she brought onboard were somehow bigger on the inside. He’s never seen so much makeup and perfume outside of a department store before. 1,203 words
A/N: I know this is meant to be a S2 Happy challenge but my muse is obviously an idiot and decided that this was meant to be a Nine fic. Apologies for that :P
( He doesn’t even realise just how much she’s taking over until he discovers a collection of human...girl...THINGS in one of the TARDIS washrooms. HIS washroom. )

Black Books, PG, Nine/Rose
They lost the Doctor’s special edition collected works of Austen in the most ridiculous way. Rose, he had quickly discovered, had what the Doctor labelled a ‘blatant disregard for canonic Earth literature’ and in between adventures was doing his best to educate her on Dickens, Ibsen, Wilde, and Adams (Douglas). Amongst others. 2,967
( “Hello Bernard,” the Doctor greeted the dark mop of hair and coat that was slumped over an array of books, empty bottles of wine and about a million post its. The lump however, didn’t move and Rose edged a little closer to the Doctor. )

From here you can almost see the sea, Rose/Ten
She used to orbit around someone like that once too. She used to look around with wide eyed wonder at time and worlds beyond her comprehension. Now she’s here in Barcelona without him, the sun beating down against fragile skin and loneliness beating against her heart like a stone. 573
( I dream of high clouds / flushed with the light of daybreak / I’m gonna dive in / to water so cold it makes your bones ache )

not my style OC, Ten2/Rose
It doesn’t take her long to realise that this heiress and her mystery man are not this establishment’s usual clientele. For starters, they have no compunctions whatsoever about ignoring the cutlery and they share a wide assortment of their food using only their fingers. They know even less about wine than she does and end up ordering Red Creaming Soda instead. And to top it all off, there’s their choices in meals... 1,677 words
( She works in one of those posh, ridiculously over the top restaurants. You know, the kind that’s done up all chandeliers and fake panelling in the walls? Abby thinks it looks like somewhere you’d hold a wedding, not feed the general populace. )

out of dark, to the day’s rising, Ten/Rose, PG
If it weren’t for the fact that their danger of freezing to death is only marginally higher than their dying of boredom then they probably would have stopped pacing their way around the edges of the room a while back now. But the Doctor, of course, is keeping an eye out for any other route of escape. 2,392 words
A/N: wow, this started out as an adventure, turned into fluff, transmogrified into hurt/comfort and then became some heavy romancey/angst. Proceed with caution!
Prompted by [livejournal.com profile] megans_writing (Near-death experience) and [livejournal.com profile] juliet316 (blue).
( I’ll have you know that Dyjolufuu is considered a delicacy in the Backardin galaxy! I’ll take you there and PROVE it if you don’t believe me. )

Oh Gertrude! Oh Albert!, Ten/Rose, PG
They land in the heyday of the silent movie (not that they were ever really silent, the Doctor points out smugly. What with the music and all...) and somehow manage to jag an empty cinema – bar the piano player of course. He is dutifully plunking away to the flickering image of an old fashioned Western – complete with wailing damsel in distress tied to the train tracks and a moustache twirling baddie. 895 words
A/N: MORE fluff? From ME? WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY MUSE?! I think I still have one more fic in me for this challenge. We shall see if I can get it finished by the deadline (by which I mean, I'm going to write until I fall asleep and then get up early to finish it before I go shopping for tea with my grandmother :P)
Prompted by [livejournal.com profile] housemaid79: And sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea; What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?, Rose needs glasses, Silent Film
( “Oh ALBERT!” the Doctor cuts in with a screeching falsetto that has Rose clutching her sides, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks. “I lovest thou more than clean socks! I lovest thou more than the moon! More even, than CHIPS WITH VINEGAR!” )

Unstoppable force, immovable object, Nine/Rose, PG
But soon enough he finds himself calculating her trajectory as she bounds across the console room, mapping the angles of her smile, analysing the chemical components of the stuff that she uses on her face and hair...she is an all new type of science you see, and one he is eager to learn. 1,321 words
Prompted by [livejournal.com profile] juliet316: distance, we’re stronger together than apart [livejournal.com profile] professor_spork: magnetic poetry
( He is first and foremost, clever. )

Vampire Fever. Nine/Rose with a side of Jack. PG.
The Doctor would forever regret the day that he threw a book at Rose Tyler. Not because she retaliated with a hardback that nearly brained him (she not realising that the cover was solid tungsten) but because the book he had thrown was the first in the Twilight series and she quickly became completely enamoured of the trashy romantic storyline and ploughed through all four books in a manner that was quite alarming.. 1,222 words.
A/N: contains spoilers for the last Twilight book in particular. Also some mild teasing of Twilight fans. You have been warned!
( “What is your problem with Twilight?” Rose demanded. “If you don’t like it that’s fine but you don’t have to rain on my parade...” )

point of origin Rose PG-13
All ghost stories have their origins in some small form of truth. 1,016 words.
( Some folks said she must’ve been an angel – an avenging angel. She didn’t hurt nobody though, just walked on down those train tracks in the rain and cold and wind. Walked all night she did, never stopping... )

Three Halloweens PG, Rose, Pete, Tony, Ten2
Rose spends her first Halloween hiding in a corner at the Torchwood party and drinking herself into a small stupor. There’s nobody there to appreciate the irony of the costume she wears, and altogether too many people who are over appreciative of the length of her skirt. 870 words
( Halloween turns out to be a pretty big deal in Pete’s World. Rose is incredulous the first year, when she receives an invitation to the annual Torchwood Halloween Party. )

Held my hand, PG-13, Ten2/Rose
IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. The words were stumbling from his lips before he could stop them – but it was already too late. Rose had disappeared once again and the Doctor had to pause to slow his breathing and scrub his hands over his face before he could begin analysing the data he had just collected. The human Doctor and Rose investigate the disappearance of the husband of the Tyler’s housekeeper and get a lot more than they bargained for. 3,479 words
A/N: um, can I put a warning here for serious creep factor people? Also for teh sad because my angst bunny is definitely back again :P apologies in advance to [livejournal.com profile] professor_spork. Also? Please don’t read this if bugs freak you out. No really. REALLY. Please consider yourselves warned. I don't much fancy psychologically scarring anybody today even if it IS Halloween :P
( The Doctor turned his head towards the terrified child and saw, for an instant, so much of his sister in the hazel eyes and turned up nose that he couldn’t help the way his mouth twisted with grief, or the way he instinctively reached out to comfort the owner of the aforementioned features. )
sapphire_child: (NOBODY LISTENS; dw; eleven)
Must be tired. Finishing off an entry for [profile] then_theres_us and went googling text from Pride & Prejudice before realising - duh - I HAVE A COPY OF IT ON MY BOOKSHELF.

*facepalm*

In other news, I am terrible at completing WIP's so anybody waiting on tenterhooks for the last chapter/epilogue of The Art of Being Human? I apologise. My muse is being a right proper cow and is not letting me write most of it. Luckily, it is turning out to be a longer final chapter than I thought so...it might actually be two! I am going to work on it in a moment (or at least attempt to) but because people have been asking (and I am lovely) I have decided to post a cookie from it for you. Shhh, don't tell anyone ;)

No more yielding than a dream... )
sapphire_child: (better with three; dw; nine/ten/eleven)
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I have had the most amazing response to my Eleven/Rose picspam that I've since been inspired to actually update it with yet more stuff! Thank you so, so much to everyone who has commented and especially to those of you who gave me even MORE ideas and inspired me to make it bigger and better. I really hope you like the new graphics :)

xoxo sapph
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The Art of Being Human – Chapter 9/11 PG-13, Ten/Rose, John Smith/Rose
AU. It is the autumn of 1913 and Rose has found herself the wife of a man who doesn’t really exist. Between the fear that she may truly learn to love John and the ever present knowledge of his true identity, Rose is forced to re-evaluate both her life and loves. And all the while the Family of Blood draws nearer to their prey...

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Epilogue


They ran, Rose clutching her shoes in one hand and her skirts in the other. Her first instinct was to go to the TARDIS and John merely followed her lead without question. It wasn’t until she began to draw near to the shed where it was hidden that she began to realise that she couldn’t take him there or the Family would find it too. Well, that and she didn’t want to have to explain the TARDIS to John. )
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The Art of Being Human – Chapter 8/11 PG-13, Ten/Rose, John Smith/Rose
AU. It is the autumn of 1913 and Rose has found herself the wife of a man who doesn’t really exist. Between the fear that she may truly learn to love John and the ever present knowledge of his true identity, Rose is forced to re-evaluate both her life and loves. And all the while the Family of Blood draws nearer to their prey...

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Epilogue

Rose tried to flatten herself even further against the window and it was as she spread her fingers against the glass that she discovered she was not alone... )
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The Art of Being Human – Chapter 7/11 PG-13, Ten/Rose, John Smith/Rose
AU. It is the autumn of 1913 and Rose has found herself the wife of a man who doesn’t really exist. Between the fear that she may truly learn to love John and the ever present knowledge of his true identity, Rose is forced to re-evaluate both her life and loves. And all the while the Family of Blood draws nearer to their prey...
Author's Note: I know, I know! In my defense, this chapter really was a bitch to write and I’ve had a lot of real life dramas lately – like, a LOT. To make up for it, this chapter is super extra long (like seriously, a whole scene) and I promise, promise, PROMISE it will be posted regularly from now until the end of it. Promise. You can all attack me with pitchforks if I don’t.

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Epilogue

In her life with the Doctor she had grown so used to him being able to take her wherever she wanted at the drop of a hat that to be told no, something else needed to be done, something that was more important than she was...it was a jarring experience, to say the least. )
sapphire_child: (the wall; dw; eleven)
Title: I know who you will become
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/warnings: PG
Genre: gen
Character/s: Eleven, Rose, Amy
Spoilers: spoilers up to the current Weeping Angel episodes
Summary: He always finds her in the places he least expects but he certainly isn’t expecting to bump into her on his way back from Tesco’s one day. meant to be written for challenge 35 at [profile] then_theres_us but I missed the deadline :P
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all its associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

He remembers her pink and yellow, bright and bold but right now she’s fourteen, skinny and surprisingly awkward. )
sapphire_child: (could we start again please; dw; ten/ros)
Here at the end of all things, PG-13, Doomsday AU, Ten/Rose
She waits for him. On a cold beach in Norway she waits, and even before she sees the ghostly outline of her Doctor she knows he’s there.

No, I don’t love you anymore (I’m a liar), PG, S5 Spoilers, Eleven/Rose
He doesn’t think about her anymore. He doesn’t miss her. He doesn't even love her really anymore. Except for when he does.

All Hallows E’en, PG, Ten/Rose
After catching the opening night of Phantom of the Opera the Doctor decides that they need to go to a masquerade ball, Rose massacres a dress, the Doctor then decides they should go to the Carnival of Venice and they end up in Missouri on Halloween. So, a typical day in the TARDIS really. 4,186 words.
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The Art of Being Human – Chapter 6/11 PG-13, Ten/Rose, John Smith/Rose
AU. It is the autumn of 1913 and Rose has found herself the wife of a man who doesn’t really exist. Between the fear that she may truly learn to love John and the ever present knowledge of his true identity, Rose is forced to re-evaluate both her life and loves. And all the while the Family of Blood draws nearer to their prey...
Author's Note: Huge huge HUGE apologies for the massive gap between chapters! Real life just came up and bit me in the ass in a rather major way in the past few weeks and my muse completely hated this chapter and wouldn't cooperate at ALL. Majorly frustrating. I've been writing lots of stuff for [livejournal.com profile] then_theres_us to get my writing mojo back into gear and apparently it's worked because - hurrah! - new chapter for you all. Anyway, the exciting stuff all starts to happen from here so I hope you forgive me for the long wait and enjoy the final few chapters of this. I think there will be between 3-5 more to go after this one and maybe an epilogue but I'm still not 100%. Enjoy and much grovelling apologies and love, sapph xoxox

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Epilogue

Rose regarded John’s red face a moment and then grinned in realisation. “You’re scared of my mum.” )

->
sapphire_child: (sad hug; dw; ten/rose)
Title: Breathe In, Breathe Out
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Character/s: Doctor/Rose
Spoilers: Set somewhere in S1/2
Summary: That is a shiver. These are my arms wrapping around you. These are my hearts beating in time with yours. This is my cheek pressed against yours. Written for challenge 27 at [profile] then_theres_us
Disclaimer: Not mine.

( ... )
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The Art of Being Human – Chapter 5/11 PG-13, Ten/Rose, John Smith/Rose
AU. It is the autumn of 1913 and Rose has found herself the wife of a man who doesn’t really exist. Between the fear that she may truly learn to love John and the ever present knowledge of his true identity, Rose is forced to re-evaluate both her life and loves. And all the while the Family of Blood draws nearer to their prey...

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Epilogue

No manip this time around. Have a poem instead – because I am SUCH a bastion of great literature (ha). Read into it what you will and why I’ve included it in this story ;D )

As far as Rose knew there was no self help book written in the history of the universe for a 21st century girl stranded in the early 20th century trying to have a relationship with an alien unknowingly masquerading as a human. That didn’t stop her for searching through the TARDIS library for one though – just in case. )
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The Art of Being Human – Chapter 4/11 PG-13, Ten/Rose, John Smith/Rose
AU. It is the autumn of 1913 and Rose has found herself the wife of a man who doesn’t really exist. Between the fear that she may truly learn to love John and the ever present knowledge of his true identity, Rose is forced to re-evaluate both her life and loves. And all the while the Family of Blood draws nearer to their prey...
Author's Note: I'm back at uni as of this week so the chapters might be a little bit further apart again for a while. I will be doing my damndest to get it finished over the next few weeks though so don't lose heart! It will be finished, I promise. Also, a huge thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed so far - it's so wonderful to get so much amazing feedback from you all! Much love to you all xoxo Ellin

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Epilogue

Rose frowned for a second and then nearly laughed when she realised that John had just apologised to her for basically attempting to seduce her into having makeup sex with him. How...modern. Instead of laughing and upsetting his delicate sensibilities however, she reached for his hand under the blankets and squeezed it. )

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