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Ninth Doctor
Keep On Together by Aleine Skyfire [Reviews - 3] Printer
Author's Notes:
This was initially written just a week after I was introduced to Doctor Who, about a month ago, and this was totally cathartic for me after crying rivers over POTW. I posted it up on FFN, and now Iím posting it up here in a slightly lengthened, polished form (and still hoping that I've done Nine and Rose justice). More info in the A/N below. Enjoy this little offering, please!

==Keep On Together==

“Can’t you do something about it?”

“That’s where we goin’, Rose–to do something about it.”


“We have some friends who can help. In the twenty-second century. This is a little unusual for me–I’d be regenerating by now if I was any of my old selves.”

still not making sense!”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry. Rose, you deserve a better life. You deserve a fantastic life.”

She was starting to cry–why wouldn’t he accept that she wasn’t going to leave him? Why did he keep trying to make her go back? Why can’t he see? “I already have one. With you. I don’t want to go back.”

“Rose, listen to me.” His voice was so gentle, so resigned–it broke her heart more than desperation would have. “This was a one-time solution. I won’t be able to do this again. And the next time that I die, I’ll have to regenerate. I’ll change. I’ll still be me–I’ll always be me–but I’ll change. Do you really want to have to deal with that?”

“Yes! A million times, yes. Don’t you see?” she pleaded. “I–you’re my Doctor. You’re. My. Doctor, an–and I can’t… I c-can’t…” She struggled to draw in deep breaths as the tears came full-force. “Don’t make me go. Don’t make me go ever again. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to live the rest of my life without you.”

The look on his face was so horribly familiar. My God, what have I done? So much guilt–it was amazing he didn’t drown in it. More than that, she had a nagging suspicion that he would have drowned in it, had it not been for a seemingly insignificant meeting in a department store that was about to explode.

“What have I done to you?” he whispered raggedly.

She tried to smile past her tears. “You waltzed into my life an-an-and stole… my… heart is what you did.” She let out a hiccupping sound that was equal parts a sob and a giggle. “Thanks a lot, Mr. Doctor, Sir.”

He looked heartbroken. “Rose. I never meant for this to happen. I–”

In the past year (of her own timeline if not of linear time), she had done things she was flat-out scared to do. She’d rescued the Doctor from the Nestene Consciousness, faced and talked down a Dalek, gone back to the future to rescue the Doctor again, even if she didn’t really remember doing it. The Rose Tyler of a year or so ago would not have had the audacity to do what she did now.

She stepped forward and kissed him.

Fragments, mere fragments of memory, came back to her.

The sensation of feeling, of knowing, everything, of being able to disintegrate the entire Dalek fleet, of drowning, of her head burning her inside-out…

And she remembered his kiss.

He held her tightly, she held him tightly back, and they kissed now. I love you, Doctor, my Doctor. I love you. I love you.

He broke off abruptly, his blue eyes wide and terrified. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” She took his hand, held it firmly. “You an’ me–we’ll keep on facing wha’ever the universe wants to throw at us… we’ll keep on facing it together.” She laughed then, a real laugh, accompanied by a full-blown grin with her tongue peeking out from between her teeth. “’Cos, I mean, you already know–you just can’t keep me away.”

He looked away, heaved a deep breath, turned those sad blue eyes on her again. “I’d warn you that you don’t know what you’re getting into.” He shrugged. “Unfortunately, you do, sort of.” He flashed her that I’m-hiding-behind-a-wall grin of his.

For now, she could work with that. “That’s right. I do.” She folded her arms and feigned a glare. “I’m just fantastic like that.” She couldn’t keep up the glare and ended up grinning teasingly.

He laughed–a real, wonderful laugh. “You are. You are absolutely fantastic.”

His hand slipped into hers, so comfortingly familiar, but with new purpose. There was no going back now, and she just knew… she just knew that no matter what the universe could throw at them, they would keep on together. And it would be fantastic.


Author's Note:

When I was first introduced to Doctor Who, I was started off with the 9th Doctor, and, to be honest, I fell in love. I fell in love with this broken, hurting hero who was still amazing and absolutely fantastic. I knew what was going to happen, I knew that his run was only 13 episodes… but, in the end, it didn’t help. I really was crying rivers over POTW (little did I know that “Doomsday” would be even worse!), and typing this story out was very good therapy for my heartbreak. I do adore David Tennant, but Christopher Eccleston is indeed my Doctor, and like all Nine fans, I’ll always regret that his run could not have been longer.

So. This AU. This little introductory piece here is for a planned crossover series, but it can also stand on its own well enough. The tentative title of the series is Fantastic, My Dear Holmes. Yes, that Holmes–and I really do mean Holmes. This won’t be Wholock. This will be Wholmes, as in canon!Holmes (or headcanon!Holmes, rather)… at least at first. Of course, the Doctor did say “twenty-second century” in the opening flashback. …yes, Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century, as in, yeah, the Doctor gets rejuvenated with Sir Edward Hargreaves’ technology. Pretty convenient, that…

It’s all going to be a bit timey-wimey, but, as soon as I can work it out, I promise you a fantastic time. Thanks for reading, and please drop a review!
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