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[Doctor Who] every atom of you (Rose and Nine gen)
Title: every atom of you
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 666 words
Prompt: daemon multifandom ficathon: Doctor Who: Humans are the only race in the universe without daemons.
Pairing: Rose and Nine gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Ah, well," he says, with a careful smile and deadened eyes, "we tend to keep our souls on the inside, Time Lords. Saves on travel costs."
"Ah, well," he says, with a careful smile and deadened eyes, "we tend to keep our souls on the inside, Time Lords. Saves on travel costs."
Now that she knows for sure, Rose has a hard time looking at him. She'd just assumed he had a small daemon, tucked into his coat pocket, or that maybe, since he seemed a bit magical, that his daemon could travel far away from him. But not to have one at all--! It reminds her of the zombie films she watched as a kid, against her mother's wishes. The scariest thing to her wasn't the makeup, which was pretty hokey even to her child's eyes. It was the idea that they had gone into death alone. No wonder they wanted to eat other people's daemons. Samson rubs against her leg in wordless comfort.
"Is that all right?" he asks, and he is focused entirely on her, his gaze slipping from her to Samson and back. He has spent a lot of time with humans.
"Yes," Rose says, and he breaks out into a grin as bright as the sunshine.
*
They have quiet days in the TARDIS sometimes, after a difficult or wearying trip. The Doctor tinkers, Rose picks romances out of his extensive library, and Jack mostly likes to explore the place; he says no corridors are the same twice. Rose thinks that the TARDIS might be doing that for her own amusement; Rose certainly never has trouble finding the bathroom on an early morning. But she thinks it's funny to watch Jack go out, goggles over his eyes and a rope tied around his waist, like some kind of spelunker. He trusts Rose, and he trusts the Doctor, but he never quite trusts the TARDIS.
Jack's daemon is a bright yellow bird that Rose has never seen before. When they're on Earth he gives her all kinds of species names and jokes about alarming ornithologists. She flies down the corridors ahead of him, singing, and sometimes he says he hears someone singing back.
Sometimes Rose rolls around on the settee and imagines what kind of daemon the Doctor would have if he wasn't a Time Lord. He usually pretends to have something small when they land on a planet, a little mouse he's tucked into his pocket, or an insect, carefully hidden about his person. But that doesn't seem to fit the Doctor. Of course, he might have some kind of alien daemon she would never guess. They've met tree people who have plant daemons and people who have daemons of sentient mist, and others where the entire species has the same daemon. Still.
He might have a lion, lean and lanky, a female one with a droll voice. Or he might have a ferret daemon, nosy and agile, good at getting into small spaces. Or perhaps an elephant, since she doesn't think size would matter to the TARDIS, and the elephant never forgets.
When she asks Jack, he says, "An eagle," and she can see it-- a fierce bird, flying so high you can hardly see her.
*
The only other species in the universe that do not have daemons are the Daleks. The Doctor tells her that they are separated from them at the moment they are born. It is no wonder they are all mad.
Rose doesn't know that they're going to be able to save the Game Station; she doesn't even know if they'll survive. Jack kisses her like he doesn't expect to come back. He kisses the Doctor in the same way.
Samson nudges the Doctor's hand until he lifts it and looks at Rose. Rose nods, so he pets him gently, making her shiver. Philomela lands on the Doctor's shoulder, and Jack takes Rose's hand. They steal this moment of quiet for themselves.
Then they go to do what must be done, but only the Doctor goes alone.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 666 words
Prompt: daemon multifandom ficathon: Doctor Who: Humans are the only race in the universe without daemons.
Pairing: Rose and Nine gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Ah, well," he says, with a careful smile and deadened eyes, "we tend to keep our souls on the inside, Time Lords. Saves on travel costs."
"Ah, well," he says, with a careful smile and deadened eyes, "we tend to keep our souls on the inside, Time Lords. Saves on travel costs."
Now that she knows for sure, Rose has a hard time looking at him. She'd just assumed he had a small daemon, tucked into his coat pocket, or that maybe, since he seemed a bit magical, that his daemon could travel far away from him. But not to have one at all--! It reminds her of the zombie films she watched as a kid, against her mother's wishes. The scariest thing to her wasn't the makeup, which was pretty hokey even to her child's eyes. It was the idea that they had gone into death alone. No wonder they wanted to eat other people's daemons. Samson rubs against her leg in wordless comfort.
"Is that all right?" he asks, and he is focused entirely on her, his gaze slipping from her to Samson and back. He has spent a lot of time with humans.
"Yes," Rose says, and he breaks out into a grin as bright as the sunshine.
*
They have quiet days in the TARDIS sometimes, after a difficult or wearying trip. The Doctor tinkers, Rose picks romances out of his extensive library, and Jack mostly likes to explore the place; he says no corridors are the same twice. Rose thinks that the TARDIS might be doing that for her own amusement; Rose certainly never has trouble finding the bathroom on an early morning. But she thinks it's funny to watch Jack go out, goggles over his eyes and a rope tied around his waist, like some kind of spelunker. He trusts Rose, and he trusts the Doctor, but he never quite trusts the TARDIS.
Jack's daemon is a bright yellow bird that Rose has never seen before. When they're on Earth he gives her all kinds of species names and jokes about alarming ornithologists. She flies down the corridors ahead of him, singing, and sometimes he says he hears someone singing back.
Sometimes Rose rolls around on the settee and imagines what kind of daemon the Doctor would have if he wasn't a Time Lord. He usually pretends to have something small when they land on a planet, a little mouse he's tucked into his pocket, or an insect, carefully hidden about his person. But that doesn't seem to fit the Doctor. Of course, he might have some kind of alien daemon she would never guess. They've met tree people who have plant daemons and people who have daemons of sentient mist, and others where the entire species has the same daemon. Still.
He might have a lion, lean and lanky, a female one with a droll voice. Or he might have a ferret daemon, nosy and agile, good at getting into small spaces. Or perhaps an elephant, since she doesn't think size would matter to the TARDIS, and the elephant never forgets.
When she asks Jack, he says, "An eagle," and she can see it-- a fierce bird, flying so high you can hardly see her.
*
The only other species in the universe that do not have daemons are the Daleks. The Doctor tells her that they are separated from them at the moment they are born. It is no wonder they are all mad.
Rose doesn't know that they're going to be able to save the Game Station; she doesn't even know if they'll survive. Jack kisses her like he doesn't expect to come back. He kisses the Doctor in the same way.
Samson nudges the Doctor's hand until he lifts it and looks at Rose. Rose nods, so he pets him gently, making her shiver. Philomela lands on the Doctor's shoulder, and Jack takes Rose's hand. They steal this moment of quiet for themselves.
Then they go to do what must be done, but only the Doctor goes alone.