Day of the Moon(6x02)
"Oh, and this is my friend, River. Nice hair, clever, has own gun, and unlike me, she really doesn’t mind shooting people. I shouldn’t like that. Kind of do.”
So, this quote has been bothering me for a very long time, and I want to write it all out of me.
Now I can’t think what life was like
Before I had you by my side
Can’t say what I’d do without you
Knowing what it’s like to have you
→AU with Rose as “the Ghost of Christmas Past” and the Doctor as “Scrooge”
The doctor put on his pinstriped sleeping cap, lowering himself into his bed. He must have imagined Marley, he told himself. No ghost came to him that night; it had all been some sick hallucination. Perhaps the London smog was finally getting to him. And yet, as the grandfather clock struck midnight, and twelve doleful chimes rang out, the doctor’s breath hitched. His brown eyes twitched madly, his attention drawn to any sign of movement the room, even if it was just the wind blowing the curtains around.
Nothing. He sighed deeply with relief and settled himself in his rich blankets and many pillows, not really wanting Christmas day to come, but ready for its eve to end. Tomorrow would just be another day at the hospital. On the small end table next to his bed, the doctor blew out the fire. The last smoldering embers of the wick fell into the oily puddle of melted wax and went out, leaving his room utterly dark.
Abruptly, a huge gust of wind bellowed through the double windows, unhinging the lock and flying out the curtains. His cap blew off, revealing his disheveled brown hair. The doctor yelped and scrambled to his feet. The wind continued to blow through, and as hard as he tried, the doctor could not reach to shut them. A sudden bright light filled the room. He squinted, trying to see what was casting it. A vision of a blonde girl came shimmering into view, floating several feet off the ground. Her yellow hair haloed her head and her pink cheeks shone healthily, but somehow unearthly. He picked up his caramel colored robe and tied it tightly around his skinny body.
"Doctor," she said. Her voice was ethereal, but English. Though he was frightened, he was compelled to listen. "Doctor." White fabrics flowed all around her.
"Are-are you the spirit? Who Marley said would come to me?"
"I am," she replied, smiling.
"But you’re so young. Almost a child!"
"I can remember hundreds of years, doctor. Years longer than you’ve lived. Take heed. Come."
"Into your past. With me, doctor." She held out her hand to him, which he took. Immediately he felt calmed and before he flew off into his past, through his very own window, into the London night, he wondered how such as strange hand could feel so familiar.
With the little time he has on screen, TenToo is one of the most widely discussed and debated characters in New Who. Personally, I’m a big fan of him. He certainly is a heavy character for the few scenes he is in. I’m going to try to argue why TenToo and Rose are my OTP, and why they are, indeed, the same man.
"Stupid webcam," the Doctor murmured. He pulled his blue-tipped sonic screwdriver from his pinstriped pocket, switched the setting, and pointed it to the peering camera. An electric wave-like noise sounded and then webcam promptly died, the screen that it fed to going blank, and the blinking red light that signaled "recording" flickered its last. "Well!" he said much more cheerfully, "That’s taken care of, eh?" The Doctor rubbed his hands together, ready for work.
Rose nodded apprehensively. They were in a large room, with ornate walls and a mirror ceiling, which Rose thought must have something to do with the fact that they were in a 26th century spy agency.
"Sir," started one man from a group, who worked there, cautiously gripping his gun that was strapped to his belt. "Sir, you can’t-"
"Don’t you dare tell me what I can’t do!" the Doctor snarled, all traces of forced friendliness gone. Rose watched, wondering where this would lead. "You brought us here," he said viciously, "with a fake distress signal. Never mind that’s a cheap and low way of getting my attention, I can forgive that. But then, sir," he added sarcastically, "You took my friend here. And there are no excuses for that.”
"We just-just wanted to get some more information on you, sir. That way-"
"Oh, come off it!" Rose could tell his rage was rising. She wanted to touch him, to calm him, but she knew it would do no good. Nothing could reach him when Rose’s safety had been threatened.
"Doctor," she muttered. “‘S okay. We should just leave, you know?"
He turned to Rose, and spat, “No, Rose. We’re going to stay and figure out why, precisely, they needed you, when they could have talked to me directly.”
"Doctor," she said more clearly. "They’re not worth it. Let’s go."
"Rose. They could have hurt you."
"Yeah, but they didn’t, okay? Let’s go." Rose grabbed his arm, turning him away from the men.
"No, Rose," he said, almost gently. "This time, I need to take care of things." He plucked her fingers off of his jacket, and left her standing there, knowing she was defeated, and fearing what the Oncoming Storm would bring.
"Pudding, Rose Tyler! Doesn’t that sound just about right? I could really go for some pudding, but not that kind with the gelatin in it. Oh! But do remind me to take you to the planet that’s made entirely of a gelatin-like substance. It’s not actually gelatin, of course, because that would entail a lot of very unhappy horses, wouldn’t it? But you can quite literally bounce your way into the atmosphere if you give yourself enough of a lift. Makes it quite difficult to skip though…”
The Doctor brought his head back down from the clouds, his eyes re-focusing on his blonde companion. He stared at her for a moment, then said in a much calmer, and even guilty voice, “Erm… what was the question again?”
"What do you want for dessert?" Rose pointed to her menu with her index finger.
"Oh! Yes, right." The Doctor studied the menu before him, as the waiter stood, tapping his foot lightly enough to not be overtly rude, but loud enough so that the pair knew he was growing increasingly impatient.
"Oh… um, pudding? Chocolate. No! Banana! Have you got banana pudding?" he asked. The waiter opened his mouth, but was promptly shut up by the Doctor falling into another story, "Oh, Rose, did ever tell you about the time when Ace and I…" he trailed off, into memories that didn’t hurt, but rather amused. Rose shook her head, knowing full well the Doctor wasn’t going to answer properly. She gave a weak smile to the flustered waiter, but then began to listen to the Doctor. The waiter then stomped off into the kitchens, probably to complain about the foreign customers who sat, absorbed with one another, laughing, and looking as they would not rather be doing anything else.
She was waiting for him. The night filtered through the clouds and would have hung heavy, but for the lamp lights that eroded the darkness and the cheers of Olympic celebration that shot through it. Rose waited, knowing he would come back.
All it had needed was love. Rose turned the small banana-flavored dessert with its edible ball bearings in her hand. She had picked it up amongst the party that was currently vibrating the London streets; a victory gift for the Doctor.
Where was he, she thought. He should be here by now. Sitting on a street curb, Rose sat the tiny cake down beside her. I should tell ‘em. She shook her head. No way. If she told him she loved him, how would he react? The mixed signals were overbearing. Rose shuffled on her makeshift concrete seat. It had only been today that she discovered the Doctor had been a father. She needed time to process that.
Rose sighed and twisted her hands. Sometimes it was far too easy to forget the Doctor wasn’t human, especially in this regeneration. But she knew she’d have to tell him soon. Those outrageous feelings were bottling upside her, bubbling and fizzing, and the cork was going to blow soon. Biting her lip, she stood up again.
Yes, she decided, in the next few days she would tell him. When the moment was right, that is. Rose walked out to the center of the street, smiling at passerbys who ran joyfully down the road. Under the white lamplight, Rose turned around and saw the Doctor, hands in his trench coat pockets, searching for his companion. A grin spread across her flushed face, and she jogged to meet him, all her insecurities dripping away.
The whisper and kiss on Bad Wolf Bay.
Maybe the viewers didn’t get to hear what the metacrisis Doctor whispered in Rose’s ear, but we all know, unequivocally, he finally got to tell Rose he loved her, after all that time of bottling it up. TenToo, though most certainly the same man, is nevertheless a different kind of creature. Obviously, he is far more human, but not only physically, but mentally. With that touch of human instinct, TenToo was able to release all the emotions the Doctor felt for Rose, while the original Doctor never could. Finally, Rose and the Doctor get their happy ending.