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This is in response to lillibetm3's prompt in the Three Little Words ficathon. The prompt was Nine/Rose - blood / ice / storm, and Nine had to say "I love you" to Rose.

I'd always really wanted to write about their trip to Woman Wept, the planet Rose mentions to Mickey in Boom Town, so I set it there. Since Rose says it was "a while back" in that episode, I'd say this takes place maybe after the events of "World War Three".

Please let me know what you think, and I hope this is what you wanted! :)

"Oh my God, and we went to this beach, right, no people, no buildings, just this beach like, a thousand miles across! And something had happened, something to do with the sun, I don't know - but the sea had just frozen! Like, in a split second in the middle of a storm, right, waves and foam, just frozen! All the way out to the horizon. Midnight, right, we walk underneath these waves a hundred feet tall, made of ice."

Woman Wept

She sometimes feels as though she’ll never get used to this—the feeling of his hand in hers, taking her places no human on Earth had ever been meant to go. At least, she’d believed no human had ever been meant to go to other planets, until she’d met him.

He’s changed a lot of things that she believed in.

It’s dead freezing, and she can’t feel the tips of her fingers, but it doesn’t matter, because she’s still aware of her hand in his. As the icy wind whips her hair back, she speeds her pace a little to catch up to him—his stride is longer than hers—and says, “Where are we going, Doctor?”

“You’ll see. Oh, you’re going to love it, Rose. It’s fantastic.” And always, the smile that crosses his lips as he says fantastic makes her smile, too.

As they reach a flat expanse of what he tells her is a beach—seems odd, that there can be a beach on a planet of ice—she gasps as she takes it in. Sees what he meant—it is fantastic. Bloody fantastic.

There is nothing to ruin this place, not like back on Earth. She’s seen the American sitcoms, where the beaches are always filled with people, maybe only a mile or two away from highrises and office buildings and just… civilization. She’d never thought she could think that word with scorn, but now, faced with this place, this untouched beauty, she feels differently.

It is a thousand miles worth of ice, and just ahead of them, there is the sea, frozen in all its roiling glory. The waves must be a hundred feet tall, foaming, towering menaces, but when they are frozen solid, it’s oddly beautiful. The thought of a sea this vast being frozen is unsettling, but not when she sees it like this.

“It’s… it’s gorgeous,” she says, awed. “But how…?”

“Solar event,” he tells her, walking her closer, down to the shoreline and into the sea, under the waves. “Froze the sea right in the middle of some kind of storm. No one really knows the particulars. Happened so long ago that no one would, and, well, you can see that everyone’s forgotten this place… not me, though. Never me. I knew you’d love it.”

She walks under the frozen waves, taking a breath and twirling, reaching her hands up, skidding a little in her trainers but always amazed at the splendor surrounding her. Traveling with the Doctor, it’s never a guarantee—there can be horror, there can be lives lost… but there can also be days like this, days when the sheer magnificence of all he shows her makes her want to cry.

As she twirls, he watches her, smiling from one large ear to the other, reaching out to steady her as she almost slips. His hands on her waist make her want to ask him to dance, something silly like that, but she doesn’t—he doesn’t seem like the dancing type.

She thanks him for steadying her, smiling a little and trying not to blush, and takes a step back, reaching up to touch an icicle with her index finger. The end of it is knife-sharp, and she swears under her breath as it cuts her, leaving a drop of blood welling from her fingertip. “Ow!”

She sticks her finger in her mouth for a second, licking it to wash the blood away, and since she’s so preoccupied with this, she doesn’t notice the Doctor’s eyes lingering on her finger in her mouth, doesn’t notice him having to turn away for a second to keep himself under control.

After he turns back, he walks to her. She’s now wrapped her finger in the hem of her shirt, applying pressure to it. “All right now?”

“Yeah, think so. Who cuts their finger on an icicle?” she laughs, and he reaches over, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and keeping her close to him as they walk further into the icy vastness. It’s still cold as she’s ever been, but somehow, next to him, she’s always warm.

As they stand under the waves, she looks out, pointing with her free hand. “Look! Doctor, it’s snowing!”

She says those words as giddy as a child would, and he looks out to see a veritable blizzard, turning everything in his sightline whiter than white. His first thought is that they’ll never make it back to the TARDIS in this, but Rose is laughing, laughing and smiling and happier than he’s ever seen her. And even if they’re stuck for now in this frozen place, it’s worth it just for that.

He sits them down on the ice, shrugging one arm out of his leather jacket and wrapping it over her, pressing her close against his body. “Here. May as well keep warm; we can’t walk back in a storm this bad.”

“Oh, I don’t want to walk back just yet. I want to see this. It’s brilliant.”

The wonder in her eyes captivates him. She’s no doubt seen snow before, but here, like this, it’s like she’s seeing it for the first time. She’s almost like a child, staring with fascination out at the snow, curled close against him in the middle of a storm.

She looks up after a second, a smile quirking her lips. “You know, I heard on a nature channel once that if you really want to keep warm in the cold, you should curl up together naked. Generates body heat.”

He shakes his head, laughing. “I love you and these fantastical notions of yours,” he says, as close as he can get to the words he wants to say.

“I’m sorry, I’m the one with the fantastical notions? Me? Well, then, I love how deluded you are,” she laughs, and as she nestles closer in his arms, all either of them can think is that this is where they always want to be.


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 10th, 2011 04:23 pm (UTC)
He’s changed a lot of things that she believed in.

This is gorgeous. I've always thought that Rose's brief, passing mention of Woman Wept was a cop out for a moment that must, at the time, have been very intimate. The fact that the writers allude to a place the Doctor took her that wasn't associated with saving lives or risking danger or running for all it's worth is telling, and it irks me that they had Rose just blur it in with other quick retellings of the places she's been.

But you! You've made that moment real, and truly, quite believable. Thank you for this! Much love to my OTP :)
Jan. 10th, 2011 05:59 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! I thought the same; when she told that story, I was like, "But why didn't we SEE it?!" It just conjured up so many images of what might've happened that the word "ice" in the prompt made me leap at the chance to write it.
Jan. 10th, 2011 05:15 pm (UTC)
I loved this! Esp. the way he almost says it. :D
Jan. 10th, 2011 06:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for writing a fic for the 'Three Little Words' ficathon! Yours is the first one posted too, so it's a double thank you! :P

And, such a beautiful little fic it is too! It's charming and very sweet. I really do like it. Well done in getting it finished so quickly. I'm impressed.
*applause* :D
Jan. 10th, 2011 08:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, I was hoping you'd like it! I really liked the prompt, and I literally wrote this just after I woke up this morning, so I'm glad it's coherent! ;) Thanks for the great prompt; I had fun!
Jan. 10th, 2011 07:02 pm (UTC)
What a beautiful use of "I love you!" =D
Jan. 11th, 2011 04:13 am (UTC)
Ah, this is lovely. I adore Nine/Rose and this is perfect.
Jan. 11th, 2011 10:35 am (UTC)
absolutely beautiful :)
Jan. 13th, 2011 03:50 am (UTC)
What wonderful Rose/Nine.

This is my favorite bit:

"She sticks her finger in her mouth for a second, licking it to wash the blood away, and since she’s so preoccupied with this, she doesn’t notice the Doctor’s eyes lingering on her finger in her mouth, doesn’t notice him having to turn away for a second to keep himself under control."

Nine has a different energy with Rose than Ten does and I think you captured that very well. Thanks for fleshing out the brief mention of this trip.
Jan. 16th, 2011 05:50 am (UTC)
This is so cute!! You've captured the Doctor and Rose and their relationship. I also love your descriptions of the planet and the way Rose feels about it. Beautiful. :)
Jan. 22nd, 2011 10:40 am (UTC)
I'm in one of those moods tonight, missing the Doctor and Rose terribly. This beautiful little fic helps ease that pain with its gorgeous imagery and choice of words. Well done.
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