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| Rose's Brolly |
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| Written by HumansRSuperior | |||
| Thursday, 04 January 2007 14:07 | |||
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Rose’s Brolly It was one of those in between times, a day without a planet or species that needed saving, when they weren’t fighting for their lives. It was a casual day of just being, seeing, exploring, learning. And it was these times that Rose liked best. It was all good and fun to see the Doctor work his masterful knowledge of the universe to get them out of some predicament or to solve a puzzle, to be at his side as he brought down firm justice or prevented some chaotic event. Holding onto his hand as they ran from a threat close behind, snapping at their heels, never got old. But what she loved more than anything was to be with his settled down, casual, every-day side, to see what he was like during a simple stroll through a park or during a glance around a shop. Despite his claims, he definitely had a domestic side, and Rose enjoyed seeing what leaked through. Today was one of those days. The familiar action of his warm hand sliding around hers brought a dizzying sensation along with it and she couldn’t help but smile. Tightening her fingers around his in response, she glanced up at him, taking a moment to admire his soft, handsome features. His mouth perked slightly into a smile. “You’re staring,” he stated playfully. A blush rushed over her face and she abruptly looked away. “Am not.” “Were tooooo,” he replied in a sing-song voice, glancing at her with a grin. “Tryin’ to read my mind again, Rose Tyler? Told you already, not possible. Not with me. Besides, your human. You don’t have telepathic abilities. That makes it double impossible.” Leaning into him playfully and giving his hand a squeeze, she teased, “But I like impossible.” Wrapping her other hand around his arm, she said, “Really though, Doctor, what we here to see?” “Oh, I dunno,” he said with a shrug. “Never been here before. Nice place. Quite like it.” “You don’t know anything ‘bout where we’re at?” “Nope!” he exclaimed happily. “It’s more fun that–” He paused and stopped abruptly, looking up at the sky with a furrowed brow. Rose looked up in concern, trying to find the source of the Doctor’s concentration. “What is it, Doctor?” “Did you feel that?” he asked, sounding genuinely baffled. “Feel what?” He blinked a couple times, then shrugged it off. “Nothing, nevermind.” Tightening his hold on her hand, he tugged her along as he continued walking. “Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. I’ve never been here before. Never even heard of it! Well, that’s a narrow statement. I may have. I dunno. But–There it is again!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, stopping once more to stare up at the sky. “I know I felt it this time! Did you feel it?” Rose looked up and felt something cold drip onto her cheek. Touching her fingers to the spot, she found them wet. “It’s water,” she said ponderously. The Doctor snuffled, then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Rose held back a giggle as she watched; she always loved it when the Doctor was stumped or trying to figure something out. He was just adorable. “Rain,” he announced after a moment. “It’s rain!” Rose felt a few more cold drops hit her scalp. She looked up, confused. “How can it be rainin’? There’s not a cloud in the sky.” “Different planets, different atmospheres, different weather patterns,” the Doctor explained simply. Before Rose could make a response, a loud clapping split through the air. Both she and the Doctor looked across the street to find rain pounding down against the pavement. “Look at that!” the Doctor exclaimed excitedly. “How...” Rose looked around, finding that everywhere else was completely dry. “Doctor, how’s it rainin’ in jus’ one spot?” “Sporadic rain,” he said with his usual wide smile. “Aww! I love sporadic rain!” Looking back and forth from the contained rain to the Doctor, Rose asked, “What’s that? Sporadic rain?” The Doctor had his eyes trained on the rain pouring over the sidewalk. “It’s the weather pattern in the atmosphere. Some planets have a sort of tweaked weather cycle so that it only rains in certain areas. It’s random, completely unpredictable.” His grasp around her hand suddenly constricted and he abruptly yanked her forward as he dashed toward the rain. “Come on!” “But! Doctor!” Suddenly sheets of icy cold water was showering over her, completely drenching her. Rose stood in shock for a moment as the freezing raindrops pounded against her skin, sinking through to her bones; the Doctor stood with his face tilted toward the sky, the broadest of smiles stretched over his face. “Oh, this is fantastic!” he declared, spinning around in the heavy rain. Before Rose even had the chance to absorb that she was standing out in the rain without barely so much as a long-sleeved shirt, the droplets stopped. She blinked and wiped the water out of her eyes and glanced around. “It stopped?” she said, more to herself than to anyone. “Not for long!” the Doctor said, his hand once again finding hers. “It’s starting again over there! Come on!” Rose couldn’t help the grin that broke out across her face as she ran alongside the Doctor, running as quickly as they could to catch up to the next rain patch before it vanished. This was the sort of thing she loved most–the random and unexpected every day things that fascinated the Doctor, the little things that he would light up with excitement about and would be so eager to share with her. The Doctor came to a skidding stop once they were under the rain patch; the halt was too abrupt for Rose to follow and she felt her feet slip out from under her. Panic lurched up her throat as she plummeted backward, her hand desperately gripping the Doctor’s. Just when she expected there to be hard ground and pain, she felt a strong arm around her waist pulling her back up. Her racing heartbeat did not calm as the Doctor carefully pulled her in against him, his arms protectively wrapped around her. She brushed her hair out of her face and looked up to be met with chocolate brown eyes, now filled full of concern. “You alright?” he asked softly, almost a whisper. A deep blush burned Rose’s cheeks at the intensity of his gaze and she had to mentally snap herself out of her daze. Clearing her throat nervously, she nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Jus’ a bit of a trip ‘s all. Thanks.” His eyes lingered for a moment more, perhaps a bit too long, before he quickly looked away as he released her from his hold. “No other rain is as much fun as sporadic rain!” he declared, all his earlier giddiness returned, as if the intense moment just before had never happened. She looked up at him, bemused. “‘No other rain’? Wha’, you mean there’s differen’ sort o’ rain?” “Well, yeah!” he turned to face her, his expression wild with joy, eyes dazzling in untamed fascination. “There’s the rain you’re used to, which is all good and nice but rather quite boring. Then there’s silk rain which is invisible but still extremely wet, backwards rain that comes up from the ground–that’s loads of fun but can be quite unpleasant at times–scent rain, taste rain, purple rain–” “Purple rain?” Rose said with raised eyebrows. “Purple rain!” the Doctor repeated, as if surprised she didn’t know it. “It’s actually purple rain! It can stain your clothes, though. And your skin. Happened to me once. Was a lot of fun, actually, until I discovered it really stained your skin. Had a bit of difficulty gettin’ it out.” He wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant memory. “Would’ve liked tah see that,” Rose giggled, her tongue playfully peaking out between her teeth. “My reputation would’ve been ruined,” he groaned, looking grateful that she had not been there to see the event. Suddenly the rain showering over them vanished, reappearing again across the street. As Rose watched the silvery drops pour over the pavement, an icy chill raced up her spine and she inhaled sharply, hugging herself to try to keep warm. “Had enough of the rain, then, have we?” the Doctor inquired, arching an eyebrow at her almost teasingly, daringly. Behind the playfulness in his expression, she could see hints of concern. “Jus’ a bit cold, yeah?” she replied, smiling gently. “You got a coat an’ I barely got sleeves.” Reaching for her hand, the Doctor pulled her to his side. “Back to the TARDIS, then. Wouldn’t want you turnin’ a human icicle.” His smile waned slightly as he added, “I’ve seen them. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to be one.” Rose gently punched his shoulder, receiving a brilliant grin in return. As they made their way back to the TARDIS, more patches of sporadic rain opened up around them. The Doctor and Rose giggled and whispered to each other at other tourists and natives getting caught in completely unexpected showers. The Doctor lead Rose through the streets, dodging the random bursts of rain in attempts to keep her from getting any wetter. It became a new game, and they quickly found themselves laughing together as they wove between the rain patches. When they finally reached the blue police public call box, they found that it was receiving a very heavy, thorough shower of its own. “Oi, you’re gonna hafta get a bit more wet I’m afraid,” the Doctor pointed out. “Jus’ a little. Soons we ge’ inside I can change, though. I’ll live.” “Alrigh’ then. On the count of three.” He tightened his hold on her hand and met her eyes with an excited grin. “One.” “Two,” Rose continued, returning his smile. “THREE!” They plunged forward, nearly tripping as they went. Rain lashed across their faces and Rose let out a joyous squeal of laughter. The Doctor unlocked the TARDIS door faster than she’d ever seen and they stumbled inside. Their feet caught over each other, sending them both reeling toward the floor. The grated floor rattled from the impact, Rose landing hard on top of the Doctor. He burst out laughing and Rose soon followed, pulling herself up on her elbows to watch him. Her giggles quelled, adoration and desire swirling inside her. She just wanted to reach out and brush the rain-drenched strands of hair out of his face, to lean forward and kiss the droplets off his nose and lips. “You okay?” he asked her, his voice still strained with joyous laughter. Shaking herself out of her trance, Rose managed a shy smile. “Y-yeah. I’m fine. You? Bit of a hard landin’.” “Nah, I’ve had worse,” he replied with a shrug. Rose quickly moved away from him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush burning her cheeks. He held out a hand to help her up before he strode over to the main console. He paused just as he was reaching for the controls, looking upward toward the ceiling, his eyes sparkling. “What is it?” Rose asked somewhat timidly. “D’you hear that?” he said, his voice almost a whisper. She listened, suddenly noticing the soft tatting sound. It sounded like rain, but it was different, something she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t the regular hard splatter of rain hitting a window or a roof; it was softer, almost like a melody...like singing. “Is that the rain?” Rose inquired, her voice low in awe. The Doctor merely turned to smile at her over his shoulder. “But...It doesn’t...sound like rain. I mean, it does, but it...It’s different.” “Different kind of rain from what you’re used to,” he began, sliding his hands in his pockets as he stared up at the ceiling. “Plus the TARDIS is made from a different sort of material. Mix ‘em together and you get a different sound.” Rose moved to stand beside him, her eyes glued to the ceiling. “I’s beau’iful,” she murmured. They both stood silently for a moment, simply listening to the peaceful lull of the singing rain. But the heavy dampness of Rose’s clothes quickly bit at her skin and an icy shudder coursed down her body. “You should get changed,” the Doctor told her softly, his eyes now on her. She shook her head as she hugged herself in weak attempt to keep warm. “Nah, I want to listen a bit longer. Not everyday you get to hear singing rain.” She half expected him to tell her she would catch cold or to announce that they weren’t staying anyway. Instead, he looped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, holding her snug against his side, her head tucked under his chin. His clothes were just as soaking wet, but her temperature seemed to soar a few degrees, warmth spreading throughout her body. She slid her arms beneath his coat and around his waist, relieved that he didn’t seem to mind. Closing her eyes, Rose relaxed against his lean body–feeling safer than she ever had in her life with his arms around her–and listened to the soothing melody of the rain. Fin
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