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: (bridge across two worlds; dw; eleven/ros)
Tides Tell Time: Part Two

Warning: this fanmix/picspam may
contain lots of pretty graphics, gratuitous
Shania Twain and a naughty word.
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 [ profile] megans_writing (Near-death experience) and [ 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 [ 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 [ profile] juliet316: distance, we’re stronger together than apart [ 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 [ 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: (the laws of time will obey; dw; ten)
Title: To hold me back when I don’t know how
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/warnings: PG
Genre: gen, angst, AU
Character/s: Ten, Rose or Donna (it’s kind of ambiguous)
Spoilers: WoM
Summary: Sometimes he needs someone to tell him when to stop. He’s that sort of man.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all it’s associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them for now.

He felt the cable tauten with each step, the metal stretching and creaking to a point when surely it would snap and with it, the tenuous control he was barely holding over himself. )
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Title: On Side
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/warnings: G
Genre: gen
Characters: DI Bishop, Ten, mentions of Rose
Spoilers: up to “The Idiot’s Lantern”
Summary: As they head back to Florizel Street, Detective Inspector Bishop tries to get a read on the Doctor. Originally a scene from All that we could be
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

He moved as a man who only had one purpose in the world – and judging by his reaction to the girl losing her face, he was. )
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Title: All That We Could Be
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/warnings: G
Genre: romance, AU
Character/s: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: 2x07 but also mentions a bit from the end of “The Stone Rose”
Summary: But the sensation of time’s like...well a pulse I s’pose. I can’t think of any other comparable sensation really. Yeah, a pulse. But the energy of it creates this erratic, pulsing stream of possible timelines literally exploding into being and then curling back around and into themselves and nothingness all at the same time. All these opportunities that don’t come to pass, choices made, questions answered, chances that are lost before they’ve even begun... A slightly shippier twist on The Idiot’s Lantern. Written (and posted belatedly) for the “Time in Flux” ficathon.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all its associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them briefly.
Author's Note: special thanks to [profile] pacejunkie for the beta!

we go together like: rama-lama-lama-ke-dinga-de-dinga-dong )
sapphire_child: (your hand in mine; dw; nine/rose)
Title: Hand In Mine
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/warnings: PG
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, double drabble
Characters: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: up to the end of season four
Summary: She wants to tell him she’s sorry. Instead she steps forward and takes his hand. Double drabble as they watch the TARDIS burn.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

It’s as he watches the TARDIS burn that the Doctor feels Rose’s warm fingers slide against his for the first time in – oh – such a long while now. )
sapphire_child: (walking away; dw; ten/rose)

Title: Orange Coloured Sky
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: angst
Rating/warnings: PG
Characters: Ten, mentions of Rose and Donna, Eleven
Spoilers: set just before “Planet of the Dead”
Summary: He doesn’t dream often but when he does he almost always dreams of Gallifrey. Dedicated to [profile] pacejunkie – just because she’s awesome.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

The view is exhileratingly beautiful – a wash of crimsons and tangerines so different to the blues and browns of his adopted world. He wants to cry for the loss, so sharply poignant is the image before him. )
sapphire_child: (last chance; dw; ten/rose)
Title: So Close; Scattered; Her Name Was Rose
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: angst, romance
Rating/Warnings: PG
Character/s: Ten, Shireen, Donna
Spoilers: is Doomsday/The Runaway Bride still spoilery?
Summary: The universe moves on and time stands still for no man – not even a Time Lord. Three fics for the price of one!
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them. Some lyrics also stolen from “So Close” by Jon McLoughlin.

He can feel her. On the other side of reality she’s pressed up against this wall just the same as he is and he can feel her heart, her single human heart thudding away at a good strong hundred beats per minute. )
sapphire_child: (all she wants to do is; dw; ten/rose)

Title: Live In Concert 3/3
Fandom: Doctor Who/Lost
Characters: Rose Tyler, Nine, Ten, Jack Harkness, Charlie Pace, Mickey Smith
Spoilers: up to The Idiots Lantern
Summary: Desmond isn’t the only time traveler that Charlie Pace ran into during his time as a rock star. Two different Doctors and two different reasons bring Rose Tyler into his life.
Disclaimer: Lost and Doctor Who don’t belong to me. Duh.


She’d been somewhat upset since Mickey had...well maybe upset was the wrong word. If the Doctor had to choose one he’d probably go more with mopey-self-flagellation which was really three words, even if you did say them really really fast...but that was beside the point. )
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Title: The Obligatory Reunion Hugging
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/warnings: PG
Genre: friendship
Character/s: Rose, Ten, Jack, Donna
Spoilers: Up to the end of season four
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. Between the Doctor’s quasi-regeneration and the TARDIS being transferred to the Crucible there are many hugs, non linear first meetings and a much anticipated reunion that we didn’t get to see on screen.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all it’s associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

Well. Now that all the obligatory reunion hugging is out of the way shall we be on our merry way? )
sapphire_child: (new new life; dw; ten)
Title: Of Honey Sandwiches and Marmalade
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Ten, Rose, Jackie
Genre: angst, fluff
Spoilers: Set somewhere between Love and Monsters and Fear Her.
Summary: On one of their trip back to Earth to visit Jackie, the Doctor has a strange reaction to the sandwiches she serves up for them and Rose follows him to make sure he’s alright.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all associated characters/situations etc do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them. Also, Time Lords do smell like honey according to this site which is pretty bloody comprehensive so I'm going to go with it.

The Doctor paused, eyeing the tray with something very close to awe before turning to Rose, back to the tray, then looking up at Jackie who jumped as he laughed out loud and crossed the room in two long strides to squeeze her around the middle. Jackie squeaked indignantly as he hugged her and when he released her she glared and straightened her jacket. )
sapphire_child: (these tears you cry; dw; ten)

Title: We Burn
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Spoilers: set immediately after “42”
Characters: Ten, Martha, mention of Rose
Summary: In the aftermath of the Pentallion the Doctor recalls another day, another companion and the pain of burning from the inside out.
Disclaimer: so very not mine.

She had been beautiful and terrible all at once. )
sapphire_child: (rama lama lama; rose/ten)
Title: Brown and Blue
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating/warnings: PG
Genre: flangst
Character/s: Rose/10
Spoilers: set mid/late season two but before An Army of Ghosts/Doomsday
Summary: Between one adventure and the next Rose chances across an unguarded moment with the Doctor. Slight shippy tendencies, lots of banter and fluff with a smidgen of foreshadowing and angst.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all it’s associated plot lines and characters don’t belong to me and neither does the planet of Arrakis which I have lovingly filched from Frank Herbert’s “Dune”-verse just because I can (and because cross referencing fandom’s is fun!)
Author’s Note: Bring on the feedback! Please, I welcome it with open arms! I’ve been freaking out about this story for far too long =P

It’s only in the rare moments of complete and utter exhaustion that Rose really sleeps anymore. )


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