Ireland (gallifrey_eire) wrote,
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Fic: Drift

Pairing: TenII/Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own them. But I most definitely wish I did.
Rating: G
Word Count: 386 530!
Synopsis: Rose and her Doctor take things slow. 
A/N: My first attempt at drabbling. Ended up longer than I expected. Feedback is appreciated! 
(And now its been edited somewhat...just a few minor things ironed out here and there)


  Drift

“…and if you think about it,” he rambled on, “hot air balloons are this world’s version of private jets!” Oh, he thought he was so clever.

The look Rose gave him told him she wasn't convinced.

He’d gotten quite used to that look over the years.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she argued.  “Obviously hot air balloons are impossible to steer..." He narrowed his eyes at the subtle insult to his piloting skills. (It wasn't his fault the wind had picked up, afterall. He could only assume they were now floating somewhere above Wales...or maybe Scotland.) She continued on, heedless of his wounded pride. "Besides, they have smaller zeppelins. What you could call 'Private Zeppelins', I guess.”

“But Rose, just humor me a minute. Balloons, filled with air, that float you to your destination. They're small, albeit unnavigable-" he emphasized with a smirk "-zeppelins! They even have this basket...cockpit...thing! Now granted,” he continued, in full-on Professor mode, “zeppelins’ cockpits are attached instead of hanging and they’re completely enclosed…but same basic idea. And besides--”

She interrupted him before he could get completely out of hand. “Whatever you say, Doctor.”

Her smile and the gleam in her eye told him that she was enjoying riling him up. He grinned goofily back at her.

They let the conversation drop as they glided above the trees. This was definitely one of the most relaxing ways to travel, even with the Doctor's somewhat-lacking balloon-flying skills. They were completely at the mercy of the wind. Nothing like…well, not that she didn’t miss it, but TARDIS travel could be quite nerve-wracking. And unpredictable. Doctor-piloting aside.

When she spoke again, her voice was hushed, like she didn't want to shatter the fragile atmosphere around them.

“Back when we had the TARDIS we'd just disappear here and reappear there, always off to another adventure. But with this…it’s more about the journey than the destination, you know?”

The Doctor came to stand behind her as she looked out over the valley, wrapping his arms around her waist. He nodded with a faraway look in his eyes. “Yeah, I know what you mean. But…once she’s grown…I mean…you’ll still…”

Seeing him uncertain or at a loss for words wasn’t something she was used to, not yet. He was all about false bravado and strutting about like he owned the place. This version wasn’t quite as sure of himself. Rose didn’t know if it was the Donna in him or the simply the humanity.

“You know I loved the TARDIS, Doctor. And I’m just as excited as you to see ours growing so quickly, but… it’s nice to slow down every once in a while, yeah?”

He gazed into her amber eyes and thought about how unexpectedly wonderful the slow path had been so far. Little domestic things he hadn’t ever known or wanted, each new and fantastic in their own right: family dinners at the mansion, reading Tony a bedtime story, surprising the staff in R&D with his knowledge of alien artifacts, holding Rose in his arms as they fell asleep…
A small grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.

He wouldn’t trade this adventure for anything.

“Yeah.”



Tags: doctor who, drabble, one-shot, ten2/rose, void stuff
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