Doctor Who Fic: Aroma Therapy

[lunarsilverwolfstar]

Title: Aroma Therapy
Author: silverlunarstar
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Rating: PG
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance
Warnings/Spoilers: Post-Dalek
Words: 590
Series: The Garden 'Verse
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership
Summary: One-shot. He/She felt so good and his/her smell...
Author's Note: Dedicated to bloose09. Sorry I couldn't send you Nine instead, but I hope this will do. Happy (late) Birthday!

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Rose practically climbed into the Doctor as he held her close. For a minute, she allowed the horrors of the day to be pushed to the back of her mind as she reciprocated, clinging to the man. This man, this alien man who had held a gun to her only moments ago, and she sought comfort in his arms. They'd been in dangerous situations before, had nearly died more times than she cared to count. This time, however, he hadn't been by her side. Her breath hitched and she burrowed closer, her nose buried in the crook of his neck, something that would usually be impossible if not for the fact that he bent her body back to align their bodies, seeking the most contact possible.

She was suddenly overwhelmed with his scent, a musky scent with just a hint of flora, something she labeled as Time Lord, and another she could only think of as time. It was his scent, his very presence that made her feel safe even in the most dangerous moments. Even when the danger had been him. The feel of him, the smell of him; they were things she'd never be able to forget and she knew they'd always bring her comfort.

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The Doctor's body ached as his arms tightened around her, keeping her with him. He ignored his pain receptors that let him know he still wasn't healed from Van Statten's machine, instead taking in Rose's overwhelming scent. As a Time Lord, as Gallifreyan, he could smell a lot better than humans of the twenty-first century. He smelled fear, death (she'd been too close to all those people that died, he’d killed her, even if only for a second), something indescribably Rose, and she smelled of various different flowers. He wouldn't be surprised if he did too.

They'd been in the garden, Rose insisting they refresh the candonwood sapling's fertilizer themselves instead of letting the TARDIS do it automatically. “There's no point in planting something if you don't do the work. When it's grown, we won't be able to be proud of our accomplishment because we didn't do it ourselves,” she'd said and, of course, he'd given in.

That was the only reason he'd been able to do what he did today. It's been a couple of months since 10 Downing Street, but not long after that, she'd made him promise if it ever happened again (she wasn't naïve enough to think it wouldn't happen again), he'd choose the world. They'd discussed (okay, argued) for hours, but he finally gave in, just as he had with planting the sapling, just as he had when she wanted them to take care of it without the TARDIS's intervention. “But you have to promise me, never give up the fight,” he'd made her swear and she'd scoff. “You won't be getting rid of me so easily.” She'd echoed those words earlier today as well.

His nose nuzzled the crook of her neck as he inhaled once again, his body reacting to her essence as much as the contact, feeling her legs tightening slightly against his and taking in the unmistakable scent of her own reaction. He mentally shook it off. After being emotionally wrung out since realizing that a Dalek had actually survived, a sense of peace settled within and he didn't want to ruin it so he reigned in all the self-control he had so he continued to hold on. He knew deep within that she was someone who would forever be engrained in him.

Comments

[fogsblue.livejournal.com]

Aww, this one is sweet and conveys the Doctor's desperate feeling perfectly. And his relief at seeing Rose.

Wonderful :)

[silverlunarstar.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you liked!

Thank you!

[bloose09.livejournal.com]

What a wonderful present! I absolutely love it. A fic is the next best thing to Nine himself!

You expressed the Doctor and Rose's need to embed themselves into each other after the horrible ordeal they just went through. The sense of smell is such a powerful one. Their actions show us how much they need to make sure the other is real after facing death.

This was my favorite part:
She was suddenly overwhelmed with his scent, a musky scent with just a hint of flora, something she labeled as Time Lord, and another she could only think of as time. It was his scent, his very presence that made her feel safe even in the most dangerous moments. Even when the danger had been him. The feel of him, the smell of him; they were things she'd never be able to forget and she knew they'd always bring her comfort.

I will always think of this fic when ever I see this gif:

You're welcome!

[silverlunarstar.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! :D

I, admittedly, stared at that gif a lot before, during, and after writing this fic.

That was one of my favorite parts to write.

Hope you had a good one!

[jer832.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can just see and hear that argument!

I loved the symmetry, how their faces find the fragrant warmth of each other's necks, and their understanding that each has given the other a kind of peace

[silverlunarstar.livejournal.com]

I may have to go back and actually write it out. It sounds like something they'd definitely argue about.

*Points to gif above* They're just so! I love that deleted scene so much and the way they... *Sigh* I'm glad you liked the symmetry! They're just two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly, from their hands to their entire beings. :)

[jer832.livejournal.com]

RTD should have fought hard (harder?) for CE and a second season. It would have been fabulous. On the other hand, I console myself (rationalize?) with the absolute knowledge that the writing would not have been up to par nor the plots consistent, and the opportunities would have been missed... but fanfic is there to do the fixes and missing scenes.

[silverlunarstar.livejournal.com]

How I wish we could have gotten another season with CE. I love DT, but the interaction between Nine and Rose was just SO fantastic. Even though DT is more conventionally 'gorgeous', the first words out of my mouth when Nine regenerated were "EW!!!" It took me quite a while longer to accept him than it did Rose. I have issues. Lol.

I live for season 2 AUs with Nine. ♥ ♥

[jer832.livejournal.com]

I'm probably going to get into trouble for putting this in print, but... my first words when he regenerated were "He looks like Martin Short!"

[silverlunarstar.livejournal.com]

Lol. Poor Ten. I just don't deal with change very well and I was like... "But...but NINE AND HIS GORGEOUS BLUE AND AND HIS ACCENT-FROM-THE-NORTH AND HIS EVERYTHING." Which was odd because, realistically, DT's more my type, but I totally fell in love with CE. Now I just can't choose between the two.

[jer832.livejournal.com]

I keep reminding myself after a regeneration that I love The Doctor and I have to give the new guy time. I was sorely tested with Six's coat... still haven't gotten past that... or the whole fish and custard & clown thing (though Eleven climbing out of the TARDIS was one of the best DW schticks I've seen). There is a LOT to be said for DT. Most of it week-ends in the Gutter. : D

[silverlunarstar.livejournal.com]

I feel you with the fish and custard thing... I actually blamed a Doctor and River nightmare I had on having eaten fish sticks/fingers before going to sleep... Ten was a lot easier to get used to than Eleven. I miss me Oncoming Storm and actually having feelings for the characters.

Oh! GUH! I reiterate, I cannot choose between CE and DT. Those two just... YUP.