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darkentwisted ([personal profile] darkentwisted) wrote2008-07-09 09:53 pm
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Great Expectations 1/?

 Title: "Great Expectations 1/?"
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, BBC Wales and BBC America 
Plot spoilers: Doctor Who Up to Season 4 Episode 13  "Journey's End".
Pairings: New Doctor(John Smith)/Rose
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Written as a surprise for

[profile] zooeyrye Thanks for the lovely birthday fic!  Hope you like it!


Summary:  Might be a first part of a multi fic if I get enough responses.  Apologies to Harry Lloyd for stealing his Great grandfather's  book title. 


Great Expectations
by
DarkenTwisted

Rose was busy housekeeping getting ready for dinner.  It would be a special one.   It would be their first formal dinner party since they moved into their new home months ago and she wanted everything to be perfect. 

Mrs. Rose Tyler-Smith, it sounded so strange to her and the fact that she had her fantasy become reality even stranger.  It was him and not him.  This version of the Doctor was hers and she could love him.  Even more important, he could love her and now she had proof of that love.   She couldn’t wait to tell him.

She looked at her wedding ring and got that little feeling of excitement she always did.  Staring off into space, she didn’t notice when two hands snaked around her waist. 

“What?!” Rose started, being caught quite off guard.

Her husband laughed softly in her ear, “I couldn’t resist.  You looked so cute in your little apron and doo rag.” John nuzzled softly into the nape of his wife’s neck, “MMMMMMMM lemon-scented furniture polish.”  He held her tighter and nuzzled his chin deeper, sniffing as she struggled.

“Stop it!” Rose giggled, Mum and Dad are coming over in a few hours and the house isn’t nearly ready.

“Rose Tyler-Smith, defender of the Universe and now domestic goddess!  If ‘Micky Mouse’ could only see you now!” John was grinning from ear to ear.

Rose went thoughtful at the name of her friend and pulled her husband’s arm tighter around her, “I miss him, John.  I wish he was here tonight.”

She still wasn’t used to calling her husband John Smith but they both realized the Doctor was another man now.  That man was a lonely alien timelord wandering aimlessly around his universe. Her human husband,  John was not that man anymore.  Rose’s love had made sure of that.

“So what you onto now?” She gave her husband a measured look, turning in his arms to face him.

“John produced a bouquet of flowers for his wife. “Well first.  I got you these.”

“Ahh lovely!” She said.  “And what else?”

Rose could always tell when her husband hid things from her, even when he was another man with another face, she could tell. 

John’s excitement was uncontainable, “Come out to the workshop and you’ll see.” 

“Oh, I finally get access to the hallowed workshop do I?”  Rose slid a sly smile “This is a special day.”

“Do you want to see or not?  He said, grabbing her hand grinning.

“Oh you know I do!” Rose replied, “I want to see what’s been keeping my strange husband up nights when there’s so many things we could be doing.”

“No problem with that last night I seem to recall.” John pulled her in for a kiss.

Rose smiled and blushed breathlessly, “No...No problem at all.”

John broke the kiss, then leading her by the hand, they made their way into the crowded workshop.  Tables and shelves were littered with electronic gadgets of every imaginable form, shape and alien origin.  In one corner of the room a tall object was ominously draped with a tarp.

Rose looked at it forlornly.  “Oh you built me another household robot.  I’m still trying to clean up the mess the last one caused when it malfunctioned.”  She grinned sarcastically at her husband matching his look of disapproval.

“I did not and besides I told you not to plug it into the same circuit as the toaster.” John defended removing the tarp.

“TAA DAA!”  John made a grand sweeping gesture with his hands at the object of speculation. 

The silver grey pillar stood about 2.29 meters tall and was smooth and featureless.

Rose took a look, not realizing at first, then came up with the one possible explanation for the strange object, “Is that what I think it is?”

John looked excitedly at his wife, “Yup she’s finally finished.”

“You built a TARDIS?” She replied almost dumbfounded.

John shrugged, “Well technically I grew it. It started out as a piece of Gallifreyan coral.”

“How did you do that?” Rose looked amazed at her husband’s proud accomplishment.

John smiled, “It was a going away present from Jack.   He gave it to me while the Doctor wasn’t looking.   He said Torchwood recovered it from a meteorite.  It was probably a remnant from the Time Wars. He said to hold on to it for luck.  He must have known that the doctor would exile me to this universe.” 

John walked over to his new machine caressing the cool stone, “Couldn’t have been more lucky I’d say.  I thought it was dead at first but with the right care, I rekindled it.”

“Let me get this straight.  From that pebble . . . this?” Rose looked at the pale column amazed.

“Yup, took me months to grow it with some of the devices I borrowed from Torchwood.”  John stared at the living vehicle with pride. 

“How come it doesn’t look like a police box?” She asked cautiously.

“No chamaeleon circuit yet.”  Got to build one for it. John explained, rubbing the cool stone like a new car.

He grinned at his wife suddenly, “Want to go in?”  He then disappeared behind the column and Rose followed, standing at the invisible opening.

Rose stood at the doorway of the small TARDIS and cleared her throat, staring at John through her eyelashes.
Whatsamatter? John asked, then his eyebrows went up in realization. “Oh . . . right!”
 
John went over and picked up his wife effortlessly and carried her over the threshold, from one dimension to the other. 

Rose inspected the console room.  The pale silver gray walls glowed softly with light from the rhondelles in it. The center of the small room had a large blue column and was anchored by the waist high console.  It was a smaller, neater version of the one she had traveled in with John’s ‘father’.

“Hmmmmmm, cozy isn’t it?” She said coyly.

John gave Rose a hurt look.  He ran his fingers through his shock of dark hair, “It’s still a baby, Rose! We’ll take it around a dwarf star and let it suck up some energy.  It’ll grow.”

“Well then, our two babies will grow up together,” she said matter-of-factly, looking at her husband coyly and rubbing her belly.

“Huh?!” The human timelord stared at his wife in wide-eyed disbelief, “No!”

“Yes . . . Dad! I was going to give you my surprise first but you beat me to it with yours. Although I must say, it wasn’t much of a surprise.” Rose studied her husband while she ran her hands along the console.

“Not much of a surprise?! Not much of a surprise?! What do you mean?  I’ve hid this from you for months since Jack gave me that pebble. You had no idea what I was up to out here.”  John walked over to his wife and stood face to face with her.

Rose rubbed her nose playfully against her husband, “Darling, you’re a timelord, I figured somehow you’d come up with a TARDIS sooner or later.  Does it work?”

Does it work?! Of course it works!  Well  . . .  I haven’t really tested it but figuratively it should.  John shot his expectant bride a sly grinning look, “Only one way to find out.”

Rose bit her lip, “I don’t know.  You reckon it’s safe for the baby?”

“Yeah, don’t forget he’s part timelord too,” John said.

“She, Rose corrected.  “And she’s going to be a time lady.”

“John grinned widely as he put his hand over her stomach and the new life growing within, ‘Whatever it is we’ll show it the universe together.” He then kissed his wife tenderly.  “Quick spin around the galaxy with our babies then back by dinner to tell Jackie and Pete?”

Rose returned the sly look and smiled at her husband, “I thought you’d never ask.”

They kissed again.   Then John, still locked in an embrace with the woman he planned to spend the rest of time with, pushed a lever.

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR, WHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR

The column faded from the workshop with its three travelers, bound for a quick adventure and back by supper.

FIN

 

[identity profile] zooeyrye.livejournal.com 2008-07-10 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Cute!
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[identity profile] darkentwisted.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Might need your beta-ing skills for chapter two. Digging into some Gallifreyan history. Want to get it right. of course this is AU so I could go slightly off with it.

[identity profile] zooeyrye.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah if you want me to that be great.

But you're writing is good, I wouldn't worry. :D