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09 March 2009 @ 02:34 am
fic: a matter of time -- part one (of two)  
Title: A Matter of Time (1/2)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Ten2/Rose, an assortment of Tylers, eventual alt!Donna and Jake, Ten and proper!Donna ver. flashback
Genre: Humour and angst, with a bit of emphasis on the angst
Spoilers?: Through 4x13
Summary: Tony's eighth birthday party forces the Doctor to consider something he hadn't before.
Excerpt: Until earlier that day, he’d never considered the possibility any more than one considers the chance of rain a thousand miles away. Now it seemed obvious, and on top of it all he felt stupid as well as panicked.

Author's Note: This one I get to blame on goldy_dollar, who insisted I write it after reading a one-sentence summary in that "five things of personal canon" meme. Also, she bribed me with coffee, so obviously it's her fault. This slots into the Gingerbread 'verse, but aside from some allusions there's nothing too crucial to know.


Surveying the scene before him, the Doctor could reach only one conclusion. His brow scrunched, his lip curled, and he leaned to the side to say to Rose, “Isn’t this a little... dramatic?”

Rose shrugged. “Mum and Dad can afford it. I think Mum likes spoiling him, just ‘cause now she can.”

He continued to survey the lawn – and the large white tent in the centre, encircled with balloons – with distaste. “It’s not like he’s done anything,” he complained. “Well, except survive the year, I suppose, but given that he spends his time at school and playing Grand Theft Zeppelin IV, that’s hardly surprising. Now, you and I, on the other hand…”

Rose shot him a look, and the Doctor began to suspect that making light of near-death experiences was not standard conversation for birthday parties. He added it to his mental repository of all things human and tugged at his tie. “Besides, he’s only eight.”

She shrugged again and started down the lawn ahead of him. The Doctor was grateful that Tony at least had the decency to be born at a time of year when Jackie’s idea of “dressing nicely” meant Rose wearing things like sundresses.

“He’s a kid, Doctor. Birthdays are a big deal when you’re a kid.”

“Well, that’s backwards,” he insisted, following at a distance designed to give him optimum view of the bounce of her dress. “An eightieth birthday is far more impressive than an eighth.”

She grinned over her shoulder, squinting against the sun. “I’ll keep that in mind, then. Your eightieth, you better be up for some pretty thrilling pony rides.”

He grinned back. “Absolutely.” Then, with a renewed vigour, he closed the space between them, grabbed her hand and raced down the lawn towards the tent.

--

Thwack!

The Doctor watched from beneath the tent as one of Tony’s friends landed an impressive hit on the piñata. Something about blindfolding children and getting them to beat something until it exploded, then eating whatever came out, seemed quite bizarre. It probably didn’t help that this particular piñata was green and googly-eyed, a crude version of the twenty-first century vision of an alien. It swung freely on its string, helpless as an army of eight-year-olds with sticks assaulted it.

Thwack! A flurry of green tissue paper fell to the ground, and one of the alien’s eyes snapped, dangled down alongside its face. The Doctor cringed.

“When I turned eight,” said a voice to the Doctor’s right, “I got a cake and a model car.”

Pete Tyler stood at the Doctor’s side, punch glass in hand, quizzically watching the proceedings. Beneath the piñata, Rose righted the blindfolded little girl before she had the chance to whack Tony in the head.

The Doctor nodded. “When I was eight I looked into a hole in the fabric of reality.”

Pete snorted and shook his head. “Well, you do know how to make a bloke feel insignificant.”

Crack! The little girl Rose had steered hit the piñata with an impressive force and the alien’s side split open, raining candy down on those below. Rose slipped away from the madness, beaming, and walked to join them by the refreshments. She popped a pretzel into her mouth, then looked back at the crowd of children.

“See the brown-haired girl?” she whispered, pointing with a pretzel. “I think he fancies her.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “They’re eight.”

She shrugged, biting the second pretzel in half. “So?”

Beside them, Pete sighed. “Oh, don’t you start. Jackie’ll hear you, she’ll go on for weeks.”

On cue, the side of the tent lifted and Jackie peered in at the three of them, accusation all over her features. The Doctor stepped to the side, angling himself just behind Pete. There seemed considerably less chance that a high-strung, party-planning Jackie Tyler would harm her husband, and anyway, Pete ought to be used to it by now.

“What’s this?” Jackie demanded, but when no one answered her she carried on, unperturbed. “Rose, we need more punch, grab the bowl and come help me. Pete, go get the cake ready.” She eyed the Doctor and frowned. “I’d tell you to watch the kids, but you’re no better than they are.”

She was gone again before he could properly retort, which the Doctor thought was distinctly unfair. More unfair were the amused looks Rose and her father exchanged as Pete headed after his wife and Rose went to collect the punch bowl. He was definitely not as bad as an eight-year-old. It wasn’t as though he’d spent the last twenty minutes bashing something with a stick.

Worst of all, however, was that the sudden absence of Rose, Jackie and Pete left him utterly vulnerable to attack from Aunt Caroline.

Aunt Caroline was Pete’s sister, and the Doctor and Jackie agreed on nothing more soundly than they agreed on their dislike for Aunt Caroline. The first time he’d met Caroline he’d racked his brain to try and remember Rose ever mentioning her back home; he’d found out later that in the universe where Pete had died, Caroline had simply disappeared from Jackie and Rose’s lives. In the universe where her brother had made a name for himself, it seemed Caroline had done the opposite, and now she appeared at every Tyler function there was.

In and of itself, that was excusable. He supposed it was unfair to judge this Caroline by her counterpart’s actions. What bothered the Doctor was the distrust that this Caroline had for Rose, convinced as she was that Rose was some sort of adopted publicity stunt. The favoritism she displayed towards Tony was heavy-handed, and though Rose insisted she didn’t mind – Caroline was infuriating even when she liked you – the Doctor and Jackie found it intolerable. It didn’t help much that Caroline had a tendency to speak to everyone younger than her as though they were utterly thick, and as she was Pete’s older sister, that meant all of them.

Much to his disappointment, if not his surprise, Rose and her parents had only been gone a few minutes before Caroline found him. He eyed his punch as she approached and wondered if he could get away with joining the impromptu football game the kids had started on the lawn. He was just considering making the move – Tony liked him well enough, surely he could get away with it – when she reached his side.

“Makes you feel old, doesn’t it?” she asked, smiling falsely and gesturing with one ringed hand towards the playing children.

The Doctor followed her gaze, his head titled. Many things made him feel very old. Watching some children kick a football was not one of them. He opened his mouth, deliberated on pointing this out, and ultimately said, “…Yeah.”

“Better get used to it, I suppose,” she carried on, shrugging. “Won’t be long now ‘til Pete’s got grandchildren’s birthdays to celebrate.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. For a human, she seemed to have a very strange perception of what constituted a “long time”. “Oh, I don’t think it’ll be that soon.”

She looked at him in surprise. “Really?” She sounded delighted. “Why not?”

The Doctor stared at her incredulously. Could she really be that thick? “He’s eight.”

Caroline’s eyebrows fell back to their usual position and she sent him a most unimpressed stare. “I wasn’t talking about Tony,” she explained, exasperated and enunciating every word so he could not possibly mishear her.

It took the Doctor exactly one-point-eight-seven seconds to figure out what Caroline meant, and it took an additional second on top of that for the Doctor’s mouth to go completely dry and for the bottom of his stomach to disappear entirely. He was distantly aware of his mouth falling open and a noise akin to a croak coming out.

It was only ten seconds after that, though, that Rose reappeared on the lawn, full punch bowl in hand. From there it was another five-point-one-nine before a rather misplaced kick from Tony sent the football soaring across the grass, directly in the path of his elder sister.

She lost her footing and both Rose and the punch bowl fell backwards. With a painful looking thud Rose landed on her back, punch bowl still in her hands. The punch itself landed on the grass and on Rose, a very literal splash of red against her pale green dress.

There was a beat of silence, and then the children dissolved into giggles hidden behind their hands. Rose lay there, stunned, and Tony pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh.

“Oops,” he said eventually.

Rose sat up and looked down, surveying the damage to her dress. Her eyebrows rose up, her tongue ran over her teeth, and she sent a stern stare in Tony’s direction.

The boy flushed. “Sorry.”

Rose watched him a moment longer, eyes still wide, and set the punch bowl on the grass. Then her face broke into a wide grin and she leapt up, racing after Tony with outstretched arms. “I am gonna kill you!”

Somewhere in the time it took Tony to give a shriek of laughter and run from his sister, the Doctor managed to close his mouth. He gulped down the remainder of his punch and held the cup tilted back long after it became apparent there was nothing left. He watched Rose chase her brother and wished his heart would stop trying to leap out of his ribcage.

After years spent running for her life, Rose proved to be a very fast sprinter – as she caught up to Tony and promptly began tickling him, the Doctor tried to quell the nausea that had taken residence in his stomach.

It didn’t work. Muttering something about fetching napkins to help Rose clean up, he slid past Caroline and escaped towards the mansion.

--

By the time he abandoned all pretense of sleep, extracted himself from Rose’s limp grip and swung his legs over the side of the bed, the clock on the wall read 2:31.

Technically it was only 2:28, but the Doctor supposed it didn’t matter, as 2:28 was no better a time to be awake than 2:31. Scrubbing at his eyes with his hands, he willed them to focus more clearly in the darkness and debated what, exactly, he ought to do now.

It had been a long while since sleep had proved so utterly out of reach, and for all that he believed sleep a waste of time, the Doctor had not missed the sensation. There’d been a time, just after they first arrived in this world, when he’d dreaded sleep. Dreams forced him to consider things he could avoid when awake, and he’d taken to pacing the halls of the Tyler mansion just to avoid sleeping. Nightmares were infrequent now, but insomnia was worse with Rose beside him; he was loath to wake her, but staring blankly at the ceiling offered even less distraction than pacing did.

A ruffle of sheets behind him let him know Rose had rolled over, her hand burrowing under her pillow. He watched her, peaceful and content, and the anxiety he hadn’t felt in years – the same anxiety that kept him awake – stretched through him.

He must have been daft, but the thought had never even occurred to him. Until earlier that day, he’d never considered the possibility any more than one considers the chance of rain a thousand miles away. Now it seemed obvious, and on top of it all he felt stupid as well as panicked.

What if Rose wanted children?

She was good with them, more or less. There was a deep camaraderie between her and Tony despite the years between them, and her natural compassion and fierce protectiveness of those she loved would only be emphasized by motherhood. She’d learned from Jackie, after all, and Jackie Tyler was nothing if not a loving mother.

Beyond that, why shouldn’t Rose want children? Sarah Jane had Luke. Martha adored Leo’s kids and was bound to start a family with Tom. Donna had felt the maternal tug, had mourned the loss of her virtual children longer than she’d cared to admit. Even Susan –

With a long, shaky breath the Doctor put his head in his hands, wishing without much hope that the universe might take pity on him and swallow him whole. It struck him again how vastly unfair it was for Rose, loving someone with so very many skeletons in his closets. She deserved better, deserved someone who understood simple things like birthday parties and Valentine’s Day, who didn’t panic at the mere suggestion of children.

He’d never been able to deny Rose anything. How could he possibly tell her that he didn’t want to start a family with her?

He’d told Donna that part of him was long dead and he’d meant it. Jenny and the faint promise of redemption that went with her had reasserted that, stronger than before; it’d torn open the wound and rubbed it raw, ground it in salt. The thought of doing that again, subjecting himself to reminders day after day, trying to live with his ghosts in flesh and blood –

He couldn’t. He couldn’t, not even for Rose Tyler.

“Doctor?” Rose’s voice was quiet and strained with sleep and confusion. He turned to find her leaning on one elbow, peering blearily at him through the darkness. Her free arm stretched across the bed, her fingers sneaking up beneath his shirt and tracing the base of his spine. “Something wrong?”

He leaned back into her touch, soaking from it what comfort he could. He ignored the guilt gnawing on his heart and sent her a bright smile. “Nope! Just thirsty. D'you want something while I'm up?”

“No, ‘m fine.” He watched her brow crinkle as she tried to make sense of his words through the haze of sleep. She let her hand fall from his back as he stood, moving instead to rub her eye. “Doctor, if something’s wrong—“

“Nothing wrong!” he insisted cheerfully. He pressed a kiss to her bedraggled hair when he reached her side of the bed. “Just getting a drink. Go back to sleep.”

She grabbed his hand before he could make it to the door. “Doctor,” was all she said, but the intent was clear.

He hesitated, halfway to the door, his hand caught in hers, his heart beating double-time. He could tell her, right now. He could explain the fear that he could never give her what she deserved, could tell the truth and risk his honesty denying her something she might not even know she wanted.

Or he could do what he did best and run.

“Rose.” He paused on the word, hung from the last precipice of indecision – then he let go, and pulled his hand from hers. “I’m just getting a drink.” He grinned at her through the shadows and stepped backwards into the doorway, putting on his best Jackie Tyler voice. “Go to sleep!”

--


The doors of the TARDIS are spread wide, revealing the deep purple sky and the orange, rocky ground that lay just outside. Off on the horizon, blazes of lightning, white-hot, streak from ground to cloud, illuminating the distant outcroppings of rock. Overhead, a meteor shower sends pinpricks of light shooting across the sky.

“It’s beautiful,” Donna says. She sits next to him in the doorway, legs crossed, her knee brushing his. The TARDIS protects them from the suffocating atmosphere but not the chill, and she pulls his brown coat tighter around her shoulders. “Like fireworks.”

He nods. “The storms will stop, and eventually the ground will be covered in moss the colour of candy floss. The people here will be known for their artwork, brilliant exhibits that appeal to nine different senses.” He leans back on his hands, and Donna turns to watch him. The corner of his mouth pulls up into something like a smile. “But that’s not for billions of years yet. We’re probably the only living creatures who have ever seen this, Donna. This planet, it’s only just been born, really. Still a baby.”

A new world, he doesn’t say. The words hang heavy in his mind and he swallows around an imagined rock in his throat.

Donna nods, quietly absorbing the information and turning back to the view in front of her. He thinks of Donna in a wedding dress, watching the creation of Earth, back when she said “Spaceman” like it was a bad thing. She’s come a long way since then.

“How are you?” she asks finally.

The answer is reflex, preceded by a sigh. “Donna, I’m fine—”

“Don’t lie to me, Doctor.” She turns her head, her profile outlined in the purple glow, her features soft and sad.

He says nothing, unwilling to admit the lie or acknowledge the persistent ache that’s set up camp between his hearts. Instead he shoves himself upright again, shoulder to shoulder with Donna.

“It might help,” she says, “talking about it.”

The Doctor laughs, low and humourless. “Ah, the human solution to everything! Talking about it!”

She frowns out at the landscape. “I mean it.”

“So do I.” He shrugs, following her gaze. “By your time, you all think that’s the solution to everything, talking about it. Sharing and commiseration, the cures to whatever ails you!” He shakes his head, hopes he doesn’t sound as bitter as he feels. “It’s naïve. It doesn’t work like that. Some things can’t be fixed by talking about them.”

A derisive snort tells him he’s pushed a bit too far. “And how would you know? It’s not like you’ve ever tried it.”

He flinches, more at the irritation in her words than the meaning behind them. He stands by his conviction, knows that giving voice to emotions only strengthens their grip. Acknowledgement makes them concrete, inescapable, undeniable. There’s nothing to be gained from that, and less to be gained from forcing those burdens on someone else, no matter how many times they insist they don’t mind.

But Donna means well, they always do. It isn’t their fault that they don’t understand, that they can’t possibly –

“I can’t,” he says finally. It sounds weak to his own ears and he wets his lips, tries again. “I just—” He casts around for the words and reels in nothing. “I can’t.”

She lets out a long sigh. On the other side of the TARDIS doors, her breath condenses and turns to fog. “Yeah. I know.” Her lips pull tight across her teeth in a small, sad smile. “It’s all right.”

“I’ll be fine, Donna,” he says again, when the silence has gotten too loud. He folds his hands in his lap, and her fingers come to rest at the crook of his elbow. “She isn’t the first person I’ve lost and she won’t be the last.”

Unbidden, another face flickers through his mind, eyes drowning in mascara and tears. He shivers. He’s bad luck for blondes, really.

Donna’s fingers curl tighter around his arm, pale white against the blue of his suit. Pity and sadness and solidarity, all in one touch. Suddenly it’s hard to swallow.

A single gunshot shouldn’t be enough to kill a Time Lord.

“I could have survived a bullet,” he says. Her hand moves up to his neck and he doesn’t resist when she pulls his head onto her shoulder.


--

He cupped his chin in one hand, staring listlessly at the glass of water on the table in front of him. If he knew Rose, she was certainly waiting awake for him to return to bed, if only so he could further convince her how very "all right" he was. Really, he shouldn't keep her waiting.

Eventually, he knew, he’d have to tell her. It was a matter of time, looming uncertainly in the future, daunting and dreaded and inevitable. He’d work up the courage to disappoint her.

He traced shapes in the condensation on the glass, names crudely drawn in a language there was no one to read.



--

Continue to part 2?
 
 
 
lucyd3lucyd3 on March 8th, 2009 08:56 am (UTC)
Very moving - will there be a next one when they do discuss it? I don't like him being left hanging not sure what's going to happen - I want him to be happy! :-)
Kali: reel me in my precious girl_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 02:30 pm (UTC)
Weelll there is a second part to this. =) Thanks!
Christinacallmepatsy on March 8th, 2009 09:06 am (UTC)
This goes from hilarious to brilliant to making me weepy, but it's 5:02 and I feel unequal to saying anything terribly intelligent, so I may well re-read it and have something further to say tomorrow, But generally speaking I like that you wrote a fic dealing with this that did not end up with "and then they had babies, and everything was awesome."
Kali: doctordonna friends_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 02:41 pm (UTC)
Ummm yeah. Babyfic is all well and good, but not really my cup of tea, and I can't get around how adamently the Doctor's against it in Doctor's Daughter. Admittedly the circumstances are different, but still.

lirl, when I was writing "humour and angst" in the genre, I was thinking of Irvin's "humour fics" page on the wiki. Have you seen that? (" But there are almost no combinations of humor fics and [[angst]] fics, because they deal with such opposite feelings.")
salimali: Doctor & Babysalimali on March 8th, 2009 09:10 am (UTC)
Aww, poor Doctor :-(


*shamelessly uses icon to try and persuade the Doctor*
Kali: does it need saying?_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 02:34 pm (UTC)
lol! I forgot about that shot.

Thank you!
sunnytyler001sunnytyler001 on March 8th, 2009 09:53 am (UTC)
Brilliant start. I can't wait for more!
Kali: partners in crime_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 02:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Paula: tardis in spaceelectrictoes on March 8th, 2009 10:00 am (UTC)
Brilliant.
Kali: better with two_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 02:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Jude: tenth!doctordanceonstardust on March 8th, 2009 10:41 am (UTC)
Ooh interesting storyline. I can't wait for more. *hugs the doctor* I hope he's alright.



Jude
Kali: the oncoming storm_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 02:33 pm (UTC)
Yeahhh it might be a rough couple of chapters.

Thanks!
Opal: JE: happily ever aftershinyopals on March 8th, 2009 01:16 pm (UTC)
Very interesting so far!

The party scene was all very cute and made me giggle. And I liked how you've written the Doctor's worries: the flashback scene with Donna was particularly good (even if I did sniffle).

Looking forward to the second part!
Kali: spend it with you_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 02:39 pm (UTC)
The flashback scene with Donna was actually the first thing I wrote, and going back to write the party scene was a little strange, lol. Glad you're enjoying, thank you!
Ing: ten/nobles | what a dayhysteriagalore on March 8th, 2009 03:47 pm (UTC)
Cannot wait until the next instalment, this is awesome! Although in my personal fanon I suppose Ten2 isn't that adamant about not wanting kids of his own. I like that it's not another fic where Rose is a glorified baby-factory. :D
Kali: rose tyler -- defender of the earth_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
I can't really see the two of them having kids, and while part of that is because I imagine they're a bit busy Defending the Earth and possibly travelling in their baby TARDIS, the other part is this, that I can't see the Doctor wanting that. I know having kids with Rose is different than having some genetic sample stolen at gunpoint and turned into a fully-grown gun-toting daughter, but the general sentiment -- that he's had kids (and grandkids and great-grandkids) before and lost them and doesn't want to do that again -- is still there. Plus while the real Doctor may learn some day that Jenny didn't actually die, this one never will, and I can't really see him being able to get over that.

Buuuut that's just my opinion, obviously.

Thanks!
Inghysteriagalore on March 8th, 2009 07:10 pm (UTC)
Well I definitely don't see either of them planning to get kids. I think they'd be far to busy with, as you say, defending the earth and just enjoy each other's company. In a way I think both of them have seen too much of the world to voluntarily bring a child into it *shrug*. Also their lives isn't suited for anyone else either.

That being said I don't think it'd be too far off for them to have an "accident" and that in that situation they'd be happy about it.

So what I'm trying (and possibly failing, LOL) to say is that I don't think he'd be totally against it but if he'd have a say he wouldn't plan to have a mini-doctor. Anyway I think Rose's take on the whole baby-deal might be more interesting than the Doctor's. I've read a lot of fics where she's totally into kids and sometimes I find that more unlikely than the Doctor wanting one.
Kali_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 11:42 pm (UTC)
Accidental!baby fic is probably the only baby fic I coul dreally tolerate, though I'm gonna be honest and say I steer clear in general. I'm sure part of it must have to do with my own general disinterest in children and in having children, though.

We'll get to see some of Rose's take in the second chapter, definitely.
Harpinred: harpfaceharpinred on March 8th, 2009 03:51 pm (UTC)
What an excellent start to this story! I loved the Donna interlude and am really looking forward to the second part!

Something about blindfolding children and getting them to beat something until it exploded, then eating whatever came out, seemed quite bizarre.

Okay, and now I'm never going to look at a pinata in exactly the same way again. LOLOL
Kali: doctordonna friends_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 06:26 pm (UTC)
I love the little deleted scene from TDD on the season 4 DVD, and I love Donna being The Best Friend Ever, and I figured the aftermath of this episode needed more attention than it got.

And rofl, part of what I love about writing the Doctor is having to look at human customs like that from an outsider's perspective and appreciating how really freaking weird some of the things we do are. That said, I never had a pinata as a kid and now I want one.

Thanks!
Frances: DW - Ten/Rose - it needs sayinggoldy_dollar on March 8th, 2009 04:18 pm (UTC)
You SO deserve that coffee! XD

I like this. It's very much how I think the Doctor would react to children, especially after TDD. I also love that your Doctor is getting all repressive and quiet about it instead of opening up to Rose. I just don't see the Doctor as a communicative and open-guy even as a half-human.

And Aunt Caroline. There's probably one in every family, isn't there? :D
Kali_thirty2flavors on March 8th, 2009 11:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah I have major issues with highly-communicative!Doctor, regardless of how many hearts he may or may not have. He's just not like that. You can drag it out of him, if you really try, but he doesn't volunteer information like that.

Oh there totally is.

Thanks!

wendymr: Ten Rose kisswendymr on March 8th, 2009 08:33 pm (UTC)
As always with your stories in this series, this is brilliant :) So humorous in the beginning, and then utterly poignant. This made me laugh:

“When I was eight I looked into a hole in the fabric of reality.”

Pete snorted and shook his head. “Well, you do know how to make a bloke feel insignificant.”


Love that!

psst - pinatas and pretzels are very unlikely to be found at a kid's birthday party in Britain. Pretzels are now found in supermarkets, true, but in general Brits find them cardboardy and unappetising; and until I actually Googled it recently I had no idea what a pinata even was!

Then Aunt Caroline's hint about babies having such an effect on the Doctor - oh, yes, so very true, and so much more likely than fics where they merrily start having kids with no thought whatsoever, You're so very right: he was adamantly opposed to doing that again in TDD, and Jenny's brief existence really didn't change anything. He accepted her because she was there and the genetic link was undeniable and he saw so much of himself in her even with her contrasting innocence and warfaring indoctrination, and then she died in his arms.

Beautiful flashback scene with Donna, and I adored this closing line, which brought a lump to my throat:
He traced shapes in the condensation on the glass, names crudely drawn in a language there was no one to read.

(My guess is that Rose isn't exactly counting down that biological clock either, so he doesn't have anything to worry about, but still, his fear of talking to her feels very much in character). Looking forward to chapter 2!
Kali: spend it with you_thirty2flavors on March 9th, 2009 01:39 am (UTC)
It occured to me that pinatas might not be all that common, buuuut then I decided I wanted a pinata and I'd just pull the parallel world card, lol. I didn't know that about pretzels though, that's interesting. (The big ones are much better.)

I have to admit to being completely perplexed by the "and then they had babies!" fics. To each his own, but for me it's not really something I can see happening. Regardless of what line people take with Rose, it's just not something I can see the Doctor wanting. He outlines that pretty clearly in TDD, and by the end of the episode I think it's only been further cemented.

Aw the last image made me sad too. Though in retrospect Gallifreyan would probably be exceptionally hard to write on the side of a cup.

Thanks!




nyaaaaaauuuuuuunyaaaaaauuuuuuu on March 9th, 2009 04:59 am (UTC)
Oh, whoa. Awesome contrasts there, between the silly normalcy of Life at the Tylers and the legitimately cosmic angst the Doctor's coping with.

Can't wait for the next part! ;)
Kali: the oncoming storm_thirty2flavors on March 10th, 2009 12:32 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! Meshing humour and angst entertains me a lot, so I tend to do it ... a lot. Besides, that's the thing this show is best at.

And "cosmic angst" is such an accurate term for him, lol.
helygenhelygen on March 17th, 2009 08:52 pm (UTC)
This is absolutely gorgeous, with so much fun and cuteness and angst that I feel I've been on an emotional rollercoaster. I'm really looking forward to part two :)
Kali: does it need saying?_thirty2flavors on March 18th, 2009 05:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I admit I quite enjoyed abruptly transitioning from fluff to angst, it's something I haven't done a lot of, or at least not so quickly.

Second part should hopefully be up the end of this week. It keeps getting longer and longer, lol.
victoria: dw . 10r | i've only got one hearttimeblind on March 21st, 2009 08:47 am (UTC)
Ooooh this is very interesting. Evil, but brilliant, having us wait for their discussion.

I really loved the italicized part.... you're such a wonderful writer. I can see everything in my head. :]

Aaaaaaaaaaand. I ♥ Ten2. :D
Kali: spend it with you_thirty2flavors on March 21st, 2009 03:31 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you. Yeah, I figured it might be quite long if I left it all in one chapter, and looking at the nearly-complete docment now I can see I was right, 'cause the second chapter is 14 pages. (versus this one's 8)

You did pick a good time to read this one, though, I'll be posting the secnod half today, lol.