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
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.
"Have a good life. Do that for me, Rose. Have a fantastic life."
The daleks are back, the Time War is resurfaced, and the Doctor’s going to die. So what does he do? Well, he’s the Doctor, so he goes headfirst into it, but not without saving the most precious thing in his life: Rose. By the end of series 1, the Doctor knows he loves Rose, but he’s afraid of confessing it because he doesn’t know if she loves him back. His, what he thinks is his last, message to her says no more and no less than “I love you” when he tells her to have a good life. Love is nothing, if not desire for your love’s happiness.
"I thought you were dead."
Rose is trapped, there’s a mad dalek on the loose, the Doctor’s hopeless, and Rose has to say goodbye. But by a miracle, she doesn’t die. The Doctor is dumbfounded and so, so relieved. His love is written all over his face. He loves this girl, and for the first time, someone recognizes it. Only this time, it’s the dalek, “What use are emotions if you will not save the woman you love?” For a split second, the Doctor has to imagine life without Rose and it close to destroys him. And in the next moment, he’s off to save her.
"I could save the world but lose you."
Everything is packed into this scene. Rose lets the Doctor do whatever he needs to do, which could kill her, and she doesn’t even know what that is precisely. But she doesn’t care. She has too much faith in him to care. Rose understands the Doctor’s life, she gets that it’s not fun or easy, but that it’s difficult and full of hard choices. And it shocks him. He doesn’t understand why this beautiful girl so readily gives herself to him, and he’s too afraid to break it. Because by now, the Doctor’s in love. Not to mention the intense eyefuck that doesn’t end until Harriet Jones interrupts.
"I’m so glad I met you."
This is it. The beginning of the end, the moment I began to ship Doctor/Rose. Besides the obvious physical attraction (you can’t deny Rose’s eye flicker down to Nine’s lips), this particular moment is beautiful because of how tender and simple it is. They think that they’re going to die, that this is it, but neither would trade places. There are no convoluted words and no goodbyes. They live in the moment and in that moment they are together, so it’s okay. They grab each others hands for strength, a trend that continues all through Rose’s reign as the Doctor’s companion. They seek assurance and security from one another. The Doctor needs Rose, and it is never clearer than in this small exchange.
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There was something in the progression of their hugs that lent itself to their relationship. Sure, when they had first met, hugs had been a regular congratulatory gesture after saving the day. But soon, the Doctor and Rose found they craved contact with one another. Of course, it was unspoken. But how necessary was it to hug when Rose first accurately pronounced Raxacoricofallapatorius? To them, it was absolutely imperative.
Rose had become used to the strong arms clad in black leather, and maybe that was part of what had scared her when he regenerated. His body was gone, he was a different man. At first, Rose missed the soft crackling of the leather when his arms wrapped around her. She missed its smell and his strength.
But, again, somewhere between daleks and werewolves, Rose found comfort in the Doctor’s wiry arms. Maybe he was thinner, but he hankered after her touch even more than his previous self had. Anywhere they went, hands were held. If she was lucky, a possessive arm snaked around her waist.
A fast embrace turned into a lift off the ground, with legs swinging in the air, which quickly evolved into two bodies pushing themselves against each other as if they were determined to mold into one person.
You could define their lives by the condition of their hugs.