tampered | Log ongoing; closed

Log ongoing; closed

When; Oct 8
Rating; PG-13 at the most
Characters; Rose Tyler, The Doctor
Summary; Rose ends up with 'Last Man Standing' curse while the Doctor ends up with Nightmares the next day. It's all a wreck.
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When Rose woke up that morning, the City was a deserted ruin. When faced with an apocalypse, or if you're Rose Tyler, the first order of business is always to find the Doctor. She checks City Solutions, the ship where they get chips then Donna's flat followed by Amy and Rory's as well as the TARDIS'. When all of those come up empty, Rose begins to get worried. By afternoon she's panicked, having searched the City over. Come evening, she's a wreck and that's when her device decides to start broadcasting. She's in tears, tracks of mascara on her cheeks. It's like losing him at Canary Wharf all over again but somehow this is worse. She's losing everything she could have had with him that she never even imagined she'd get before.

“I need you back. Please. Doctor please, find me.”

She sits on a bench for a moment, giving into the absolute wreck of a girl she is inside then wipes at her cheeks with the heels of her hands, takes a deep breath and stands up. Rose Tyler doesn't wait for the Doctor to find her. She finds him.

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He calms back down even more, relaxing into her side where she's come up to meet his, feeling her hand messing with his hair and the weight of it on his chest... It's nice.

'Wouldn't want to do that. Can only handle one bruised ego 'round here at a time, yeah?'

She feels him relax a bit and it's nice. It's progress. Her brow furrows a bit in confusion.

"Definitely only one bruised ego allowed at a time but why's yours bruised?"

She will start telling him how amazing he is here in a moment. Doctors with bruised egos are not allowed, not when there's a Rose Tyler around.

'Well... I meant, shouldn't bruise yours up in case mine does. Get bruised.' He wasn't really thinking when he said it. I mean, sure, he would have preferred she not know about any of the nightmares or choose to be involved in their solution or anything like that, but he doesn't feel like his ego was really bruised because she does know. He doesn't think he does, anyway.

"Got it," she nods a bit, watching him carefully for all those little signs she has to look for with him. She considers things for a moment, weighing their options and what the best immediate solution to this all is.

"Want to try and stay awake for a while or try to go back to sleep?"

Either way, she's not leaving his side. Possibly (or probably) not for a good while. She'll forward the phones at work to her device and head to work with him then when he gets off, he can head to work with her. Or something of that sort. At least that's how she feels right now.

He does the same considering for a little bit. 'I'm not really sure what difference it makes. Hopefully it won't happen again that... badly, anyway.' Because that would just suck and mean something was probably happening.

'Both sleepy, the pair of us anyway.' He shrugs in as much as it's possible lying down with someone all along you like she is and then continues. 'Might as well.'

Rose nods a bit and lays her head down on his chest, relaxing again. She draws lazy patterns on his chest with her finger.

"Mum used to tell me to think of things that made me happy. She'd say my dad was watchin' over me."

She's quiet for a few seconds, listening to his hearts beat. "You've got me for that. The watchin' over."

Not that it works terribly well since she sleeps so much more than he does but it's the thought that counts.

The thought that counts and it's such a wonderfully simple, just sort of there kind of thought; the sort you give to someone else because you like them and because it is a little easy thought. All the familyness related to it helps add some undercurrent as well - little human family who accepted him and let him in for Christmas and believed in him even when they might not have liked him all that much. It also reminds him of an old man who'd said nearly the same thing.

When she lays her head on his chest, he adjusts the arm he had around her, letting his hand rest on her waist and holding her not quite as close as he had been while asleep, but close to him nonetheless. All quite back near to the brink of sleep where they had been before.

'Thank you.'

That's the thing with human families. Half the time they don't like each other very much but they accept each other and love each other anyway. He might be over nine hundred years old but he's still got a good deal to learn about things like that.

She smiles sleepily at his expression of gratitude and stifles a yawn. One of her legs tangle up with his a bit as she settles in next to him. "S'what m'here for. Forever, 'member."

Yeah, families back home were a little odd and standoffish and really not quite as accepting of difference as that. It's a little difficult to get around what you were first exposed to.

He smiles a bit even 'Yeah, forever.' The tangling is nice though. Koala-ing is something he's finding is wonderfully similar to hugs but... more. So better.

Soonish they both probably start falling back asleep (?) and then of course curse and pretty much instantly he's in very much the same position.

She repeats the same scenario really until he wakes up again. This time she's a bit more aware and suspecting that it's not just nightmares to blame. She smooths a hand over his chest, giving him worry face.

"Maybe some tea would help?"

Since clearly he's not going to discuss it with her beyond what he already has. Or at least he won't prompted.

Even with her calming he awakes with a start, breathing heavily until he gets his bearings and attempts to relax back into the bed. Her hand smoothing things over his chest is helpful. Pushes him back down into it and provides a solid presence. The worry face he will deal with in a moment. Hopefully.

'Yeah, tea. Tea- Tea might not be a bad idea,' he says, ridding himself of the final few nightmarish images. Maybe there'll be some discussing there, since he doesn't really have any reasons - particularly now - to hide things from her.

Rose nods and carefully crawls out of the hammock. "Well come on then. No falling asleep on my watch. 'Least not 'til you've had tea."

She holds her hand out, partially to help him up out of the hammock but also just to hold his hand, keep that contact and let him know she's still here. Also, she's not willing to let him out of her sight at the moment. Sure, it's got to do with the curse she just got out of but it's also got to do with not wanting him to fall back asleep when she's not in the room to wake him up.

He sits up and takes her hand, pulling himself to his feet as he yawns despite himself and apparently needs to start readying himself to not sleep for... the rest of the day? At least the next few hours. If not a curse then at the very least his subconscious has chosen to latch onto something and not let go for a while. The adrenaline from the nightmare is quickly wearing off, and he sleepily tries not to look too sleepy when he looks down at her.

'You having tea too?'

She notices the sleepy regardless of his trying not to look it. She squeezes his hand and nods.

"Yeah. I could do with a bit of tea."

She has every intention of staying up with him during whatever this is and helping keep him awake. She's going to need the caffeine boost for that. She's also not going to inform him of her plan because she's afraid he'd insist on her going to sleep while he stays awake.

Really it wouldn't be nearly so bad if they hadn't tried to sleep at all. There's that aspect of not being tired or noticing how tired you are until you are actually denied the sleep coming into play. Oh well.

He nods a bit as well in response. Okay, tea. That's easy. Tea's in the kitchen, so he'll start heading into the kitchen and then poke about in the cabinet with the free hand until he finds it and sets the box down on the counter.

Oh he would definitely insist on her going back to sleep; there's no need for them to both stay up just because his brain is being ridiculous. Until the point is brought up there's a chance he won't think about it though.

Precisely but there's not much they can do about it now. While he's getting the tea out, she'll fill the kettle with one hand, nudging the faucet on with her elbow, and then put it on the stove.

It doesn't even occur to her that they're ridiculous, doing everything with one hand while the other hands are tightly clasped together between them.

There is a reason she hasn't mentioned it and she probably won't unless it just slips out on accident.

"You want cream or sugar?"

He reaches for mugs while she's finishing that up, then gets the little bags out and in the mugs between skillful manipulation of dexterity and teeth-work. It's quite ridiculous but really given circumstances there's probably an amount of hand-holding that's needed right now. At the very least it's nice to do.

'Both.'

She gets the sugar while he's finishing up with the mugs and tea bags then tugs just a bit to reach over to the fridge for the creme. Once everything is done and they're just waiting for the water to boil, she moves to stand in front of him, then leans in, her free arm wrapping around him as she lays her head on his chest.

Lots of contact needed right now.

Oh yes, lots of contact. It's good to have anyway but right now 'needed' is a very good way to describe it. He's a bit tense initially but that's just because of the recent events and not her fault or anything - in fact it doesn't take more than but a few seconds before he relaxes a little, returning the hug with his own free arm and resting his head on her shoulder. It's really much nicer with her here. Not that he's happy she's stuck here, but just that he's sort of happy she's stuck here, in that dichotomous sort of way.

If it helps his conundrum any, she's happy to be here. In fact, there's no where else she'd rather be. She found him. That's all she really wanted. It didn't matter what dimension, what universe, as long as it was him. As they once discussed, stuck with him, that's not so bad.

The water boils and she pulls away but continues holding his hand so that she can pour the hot water into the mugs. She leaves enough room in the mugs for cream and goes ahead to add a good deal of sugar to them. Sugar rush will help with the staying awake.

He was sort of hoping it would take the water a bit longer to boil but knew the length of time it would be down to the fraction of a second from the moment they set it on the eye, which was a constant. Kind of ruins the suspense a bit, but you get used to it.

While she's getting the sugar and assorteds sorted, he looks at the cream and the space she's left in the mugs and adds cream in according to how much space each one has to go to be filled, assuming that means she wanted both in hers as well. He rifles through a drawer at roughly hip height for two spoons and sticks them in the cups, then knocks the drawer closed with the hip it's heighted to. And then, he looks over at her, a mildly amused smile on his face.

'Good teamwork, we've got.'

She'll be more than happy to spend the rest of the day and night and really forever cuddling. It's not as if that's something she's ever going to get tired of.

His comment makes her grin and nod. "We do, don't we?"

In fact, speaking of cuddling, she's going to lean back against him as they wait for the tea to brew. She wraps one arm back around his waist and looks up at him, her chin resting a bit against his chest. "What you think? Ought to stay standing up or take our tea and sit down for a bit?"

He's shifting his weight back and forth a little bit - standing still is just difficult no matter when it is. 'Easier to fall asleep sitting down but get sleepy faster standing all the time.' He considers the options for a few seconds and then continues. 'I feel like I'll spill standing up right now though. Better sit, at least for a bit.'

"Sitting then. Perhaps in the chair 'stead of the hammock?" At least they'll be vertical.

She unwinds from him, picking up her tea mug and starting toward the chair slowly enough to give him a chance to pick his mug up as well.

He follows suit, grabbing his mug and following her to the chair. He sits down with a bit more care than normal - he usually just sort of flings himself into chairs like this and hopes his aim was right - but he's holding tea and doesn't think that would be a very good idea. So, sitting, then leaning back against the back of the chair. The parts of the nightmares that were more familiar - he does have them fairly regularly even without the aid of such helpful curses - are still visible in the forefront of his mind, flickering in and out. They'll fade out though, hopefully. He's thinking with her here - thank god she's here and not stuck somewhere else really - that process will pass faster than normal.

'Forgot to get anything to nibble on with the tea. Love nibbles.'

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you can assume he woke up at the end of this if we want to not just keep having her wake him up

Sounds good

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you can tell how often I actually make tea; totally forgot it needed to sit before adding shit to it

Hee! No problem. Fortunately/unfortunately? I am a tea addict

tend to drink more milk/lemonade/sodas, myself.