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Twenty Second Century Girl
Author: Jillybean

The sunlight dripping through Rose�s closed eyes was
wrong. She couldn�t put her finger on
exactly why it was wrong, but she knew it was wrong. The mattress was too hard as well, and the
bed too small. She couldn�t hear Jack
grumbling that she took far too long to wake up, or the Doctor�s cheerful
racial stereotyping. All the little
things that usually accompanied this hungover feeling
were missing.
She blinked
and sat bolt upright, regretting it instantly.
Cell-like stone walls surrounded her, the sunlight pouring in from an
arrow slit window. It was cold, and her
loose cotton slip provided no protection.
With a squeak, she dragged the covers up over her chest as the door
opened.
An angel
smiled down at her. �You�re awake,� he
chucked. A shiver passed down Rose�s
spine. He sat on the edge of the bed,
holding out a wooden plate laden with cheese and apples. �Thought you might be
hungry.�
Tentatively,
she reached out for a knife, watching as he pulled out a dagger and began to
carve the cheese up.
�I can�t
stand the French food,� he revealed, holding a slice of cheese out on the
blade. �Hope you don�t mind this.�
She shook
her head, chewing silently. The tiniest
grin crept over her face as she remembered where she was exactly. �Did we . . .�
�No,� he
said, glancing down to hide his self-depreciating grin. �You were sleeping in my arms by the time we
got here.�
Rose
giggled. �Sorry.�
�Well,� he
shrugged. �You�d probably have regretted
it by now.�
�Really
think so?� Biting a chunk of apple off, she rolled it on her tongue, keeping
her eyes on his.
He pushed the plate and dagger aside,
letting them fall to the floor, and crawled towards her. Pressing his lips against hers, he pushed her
back onto the mattress, removing the apple from her mouth and eating it
himself, his faces inches from hers. �I
was hungry,� he winked.
�Oh me
too,� she growled, wrapping her hands in his shirt. �C�mere.�
His muscled
chest rippled as he held himself above her, she could feel it moving under her
hands. She ripped at his shirt, tugging it over his head and fastening her lips
against his. A lust filled groan escaped
her as the rough skin on his calloused hands scraped along her thighs and she
arched her hips toward him.
�You�re
beautiful,� he murmured into the crook of her neck.
She
giggled, fighting with his trousers.
�So
beautiful,� he sat back to remove them, grinning wolfishly. With agonising slowness he slide
the fabric of her slip up over her head, tracing patterns on her stomach with
his tongue.
Rose
whimpered as his tongue flickered into her.
Torn between telling him she had no want for foreplay and the fact that
it felt so good.
Edward
kissed her on the lips, his fingers still rubbing against her. �You should be a princess,� he whispered.
Rose
wondered why the most perfect come-backs always seemed to hit her when she was
incoherent.

oOo

She was just waking from the most beautiful dream when she
felt his body slip underneath the sheets to join hers.
�Hey,� she
mumbled, running her fingers along his shoulder. �Where were you?�
�I had to
sort something out.�
Reluctantly
she opened her eyes, unable to keep from smiling when he grinned down at
her. �What?�
�The King
of Castille sends word,� Edward rolled onto his back,
sighing deeply. �He wants my help.�
�Are you
going to?� Rose asked, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. She traced the skin on his chest with her
fingers, finding scar tissue and muscle and sinew.
�He is
called Pedro the Cruel,� Edward drawled, making her laugh. He reached up to touch her face. �I ought to,� he admitted. �But it would mean leaving here.�
�Oh.� Rose suddenly wondered where her TARDIS key
was. Probably down in the pile of
clothes on the floor. She resisted the
temptation to check.
�Would you
come with me?� he asked, staring into her eyes.
�Uh . . .�
�Because I truly want you too.�
She
scrambled over him, raking through the clothes until she found the key. Clutching it in her fist, she leaned against
the bed with a relieved sigh. Still warm, the TARDIS hadn�t gone anywhere.
�Rose?� His
fingers traced the nape of her neck, winding in her hair. �Everything okay?�
�I�d have
to think about it,� she murmured. Her dress was strewn across the floor of the
quarters, the petticoats and surcoats all
separated. It would take ages to get
dressed.
And she
didn�t particularly want to.
�I�m sorry,
Rose,� Edward pulled away from her. He
sat up, looking like a kicked puppy. �I
should not have asked you I . . .�
�No.� She spun, climbing onto the bed and worming
her way into his lap. �I�m so tempted,�
she promised him, running her fingers over his cheek. �I just . . . maybe need a little time.�
�The
campaigns shouldn�t take long,� Edward said, trying to contain his
enthusiasm. �I won�t fight with Pedro
longer than I have to. And afterwards we
can go back to England.� He grinned.
�I can lock you up in a castle and have you all for myself.�
She
giggled. �Stories like that never end
well.�
�I can at
least show you off at court and my cousin�s endless parties,� he said. He
kissed her gently. �Please think about
it?�
�I will,�
Rose patted him on the cheek. �But I
have to get dressed and find my friends before they call out the search
party.�

oOo

Rose glanced around the Rouen
castle courtyard. Peasants were sweeping
at the straw left in the dust, the sun beating down on their shoulders. She wandered past them, forcing down any
thoughts of sparking a revolution. France
would have enough of those. Through the
streets of the village, she avoided the sellers trying to rid themselves of the
last tournament souvenirs, finally getting to the TARDIS. She slipped her key in the lock and pushed
inside.
�Hello?�
she called, heading to her room.
Stripping off her dress she climbed under the showerhead, tilting her
head back and letting the water run over her face.
This might
be the last shower she had.
Squeezing
some shampoo out into her hands she wondered how medieval ladies kept their
spots under control. She guessed she�d
have to ask the TARDIS. And she�d keep
her phone, just in case. She wouldn�t be
too proud to call the Doctor . . . in fact, maybe she
could get him to volunteer to be her own private taxi service.
She almost
wasn�t surprised when she found him in the control room. �Hey,� she said lightly.
He barely
glanced at her, just kept working on the central column.
�Seen Jack
or Susan?� she asked, kneeling down beside him.
She refused to be put off by his . . . quietness.
He grunted,
flicking the sonic screwdriver at a bundle of wires, making the TARDIS
shiver.
�So . . .�
Rearranging her skirts she leaned against the column, watching him work. �Have you met Edward? I think you�d like him.�
Another grunt, another angry jab into the TARDIS� nerves.
�He
knighted William out of nobility,� Rose stared off into space. �He�s done so much with his life.�
�Bully for
him,� the Doctor said with more than a hint of sarcasm.
�He�s asked
me to stick around for a bit,� Rose said, her gaze returning to the man on the
floor.
�Well if
you expect me to put my life on hold for you, Rose Tyler, you�ve another thing
coming.� He sat up, glaring at her.
�So it�s
you or him?� Rose asked.
He said
nothing, the muscles in his face working against anger.
�Well, if
those are my choices,� Rose said, heaving herself to her feet. Her fingers shook as she grabbed the lip of
the console, cold sickness biting inside her gut. It took a moment to register the
indescribable rage building up inside her.
�I mean, it�s not as if it would kill you to pop in and see an old
friend every so often, would it?� she asked, her voice quavering.
�It might,�
he muttered, staying far under the central column. �That�s all you humans ever do though. Leave.
As if you can meet someone and then just . . .�
�Like I did
with you, you mean?� Rose snapped.
�Up the
Amazon or sticking around with a bunch of idiots and getting yourself killed in
the Time Wars,� he continued anyway, brushing past her comments. �You don�t care what happens, but you�re
perfectly happy to try it anyway.�
�And who
could have taught us that?� Rose folded her arms, glaring at him. �Take a chance, right?� she kicked him,
getting a little bit of satisfaction when he yelped and recoiled away from
him. �You�ve no one to blame but
yourself, you stubborn twat!�
He lunged
to his feet, seizing her arms. �You�re
the only person I ever asked twice,� he yelled in her face. �I have a responsibility for you.� Letting her go, he marched to the other side
of the room, grabbing his jacket off the railing.
�I think
I�m safer with a man who was never defeated in battle than with you!� Rose
yelled, pointing her finger at him. �You
attract trouble.�
�Coming
from you?� he sneered. �That�s rich!�
�And don�t
pretend you�re not jealous, because I know you are. Well he loves me, Doctor, and he�s not afraid
to show it!� She folded her arms,
glaring at him. �He loves me and he
doesn�t have grandchildren hanging around or nine hundred years behind
him. He�s not afraid of me and he
actually wants me along. Doesn�t call me
stupid or talk over my head or or . . .� she
floundered for a moment, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. �He wants to put me in a castle and take care
of me!�
�You�d
never be happy like that,� the Doctor snapped.
�Maybe I
would!�
�Without adventures and trouble?� The Doctor raised an
eyebrow. �How is a castle any different
from a housing estate?�
Rose
blinked back tears. �He�ll support me in
whatever decision I make!�
�He dies,
Rose,� the Doctor whispered. �He fights
for Pedro and the campaign runs him into the ground. He dies.�
Rose stared
at him. �Why would you tell me that?�
she asked, her throat closing.
�Because I
don�t want to see you hurt.�
�And this
won�t hurt me?� She pushed past him before he could say anything else, out into
the streets of Rouen.

oOo

She found him in the farriery, talking with a small, dark
haired woman about a breastplate. He
beamed when he saw her, beckoning her towards him.
�Rose, meet
Kate. The most talented blacksmith I�ve
ever met.�
Kate
blushed, wiping her hands off on her apron and extending one for Rose to
shake. �Hello,� she said.
Rose
frowned. �Have I heard your voice
before?�
Kate
smiled, taking the breastplate from Edward.
�I�ll have a new one made for you by tomorrow, my liege,� she said.
�Thanks,
Kate,� he said. �I owe you.�
�You always
do,� Kate responded, with far more familiarity than a blacksmith should have
with a prince.
Grinning Edward
took Rose�s hand as they walked out of the hot smithy and into the fresh
air. �Something wrong?� he asked,
rubbing his thumb over Rose�s cheek.
�You look like you�ve been crying.�
She
blinked, meeting his eyes. �You love
me,� she mumbled.
�Is that a
bad thing?� he asked, tipping her chin up with one finger. He leaned down to
give her a kiss.
There was
no changing time. He�d have to die and
he�d have to die slowly, horribly. She
shivered, slipping her arms around him. Trying
to imagine his muscles withering away made her feel ill.
�I love
you, Rose,� he murmured into the top of her hair.
�No you
don�t.� She pulled away from him. �Not really.�
�Rose . .
.� he reached for her.
�You
don�t,� she insisted, stepping out of his reach. �Because I�m not going to be there when you
need me, and I�m not going to give up everything I love to be with you.� She swallowed as his gaze hardened. The impassionate mask that fell over his face
chilled her. �I�m not good enough for
you,� she said. �And I�m really sorry.�
He was
going to say something, but she turned tail and fled.

oOo

The Doctor glanced up when she entered the TARDIS. He watched her as she leaned against the
doors, tears streaming down her face.
�I wish it
was different,� he said at last, setting his sonic screwdriver down and
approaching her. Readily he put his arms
around her and sat on the steps as she cried into his chest. �If . . . if you were going to leave for
anyone, he would have been a great guy.�
�You�re not
helping,� she hiccupped, her fingers bunching the fabric of his shirt.
�Come on,�
he tugged her to her feet. �You need a
nice, long, warm bath. I�ll get Jack and
Susan and then we�ll leave.� He held her
as she swayed slightly, his face very close.
Rose stood
on her tiptoes and kissed him, moaning slightly as he returned the kiss.
�Ah,� he
said very quietly when they parted.
�Ah,� she
agreed, still holding onto him.
�I was . .
.� he had to force himself to spit it out, �a little bit jealous.�
�I know,�
she said with a smile.
�But so
were you, right?� he asked, looking worried.
�About
Christiana?� she nodded vigorously. �Wanted to kill her.�
�Right.� He glanced
down at the hands he had wrapped around her waist. �So .
. .�
�Have you
noticed that we seem to get together at the most inopportune moments?�
�I had,� he
said, frowning quizzically.
�I�m going
for my bath.� She ran her fingers over
his cheek. �And when I get out I fully
expect to be somewhere else entirely.�
�And do we
have to take Jack and Susan with us?� he asked.
She tossed
him a grin over her shoulder as she headed for the corridor.
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