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Trustworthy
1.
They were supposed to be separated forever.
But before that, the Doctor has had to do one thing. No matter if it meant he needed to destroy much more than a single sun.
All he needed to do was to give Rose what he has always been craving to. A single kiss. A snog, if all went as intended. Even if the kiss took up the entire time they had left.
Because maybe, just maybe, his incredible plan was actually going to work - even if the TARDIS was going to hate him for it, no matter the obvious fondness she has had towards Rose. Even if Jackie Tyler, the one he believed somewhat capable of destroying whoever and whatever has caused harm to her only daughter, began to blame him for whatever and would usually be right.
“So sorry. I’m so, so sorry...”
He has burnt multiple uninhabited stars - uninhabited being the sole reason he has kept justifying himself with.
But when their dreaded and yet so, so craved-for meeting has finally taken place, the Doctor could barely face her without burning in shame.
“This isn't supposed to be possible. Rose. I am supposed to be unreachable, gone inside my TARDIS. This is supposed to be our goodbye.”
Rose paled, tearing up at once. He couldn’t do this to her! The universe couldn’t! Not when she has realised their forced separation has ignited some changes within her only the Doctor must have known what to make out of!
“But- I- I love you!”
The Time Lord inhaled, ready for what was to come. His good old TARDIS has eventually agreed the plan, however unacceptable and possibly harmful to some unlucky passers-by, could work. The Doctor has dismissed her warnings as irrelevant.
If he has got the chance to keep Rose by his side, whatever the odds, the Gallifreyan was ready to do whatever to make up for whichever harm his unreasonable decision might cause.
For the time being, the TARDIS was staying quiet inside his mind.
“Rose. My Rose,” he breathed, aware the time left for them did not, by any chance, include the girl saying farewell to Jackie. Every second counted.
“That's why all I'm asking of you is to trust me.” He took her hands into his, ignoring the unpleasant sensation of feeling as if he was being torn apart. That has meant nothing to him.
The Doctor was surprised at just how lightly the universe was treating him. Of course, he reasoned, it must have had something to do with the work he and the TARDIS might have done to weaken the walls between universes, with a single reason only. Rose.
The Doctor inhaled, knowing this was the only chance to not lose his Rose for good. He was ready to finally make use of his superior species!
“If the world sees us as one, we might be successful, Rose,” he was spilling out the words unnaturally quickly.
Rose didn't bat an eye. “Successful in what?”
"In staying together," he said quietly, never allowing himself to give in to doubts.
"Okay! But, but-" Rose was avoiding his eyes, her face burning in shame at the incredible possibilities of staying together as one playing out in her mind.
"We should hurry up, love! Time is running out,” he pulled her into an embrace.
Rose spoke, not moving away, but determined to speak out her mind first. The girl shuddered at the thought hitting her. "What if a kiss isn't enough? What if the universe needs more proof of us being… one than that?"
The Doctor shrugged, exasperated. This was not the time! He exhaled, afraid of their time running out any second now.
"Ignore the unpleasant sensations, no matter what," he breathed into her. "Stay with me, keep your lips glued with mine, even if it feels like you're running out of-" Rose knew the Doctor's plan was their only alternative.
And so, the kiss has begun. The Doctor kept holding her tight, ignoring every sign his body and mind kept giving him. From the way Rose was clinging to him, her lips always touching his, it seemed to him she was as determined to fight the practically impossible as he was.
It hasn't taken them long to turn the timid kiss into a snog, their bodies suddenly deciding for them they were in an urgent need to touch each other, no matter where or how, even if they were fully clothed and snogging each other passionately with an incomparable urgency and eagerness to make things right.
They didn't know when it has all grown silent around them, neither when the bloody beach has grown completely dark. Rose’s mother must have decided to allow them to finally experience the bliss long due, the Doctor realised, thankful to Jackie for what she has not done. Interrupting the kiss would have meant their goodbye.
Their wish to stay together must have brought in something more, something unusual... The Time Lord has pushed the strange idea aside.
The Doctor has reluctantly taken his lips away from hers, grinning. “I think we have cheated logic,” he spoke proudly. “Rose and the Doctor, the incomparable team.”
“Could we please get out of this place?”
“Just another kiss before we leave?” He encouraged.
“If you get me home, I promise you-” All of a sudden, the idea of them spending time together in doing nothing but snogging seemed very appealing. Maybe even with some touching.
“I’m sorry you didn't get to say goodbye to Jackie, lov- Rose,” he breathed, uncomfortable.
“My Doctor,” she grinned at him, almost feverish with excitement.
“Get me aboard the TARDIS first. I’ll-” Rose didn't know what exactly she was going to do. Maybe ask him about the unusual sensations all inside and around her. Maybe celebrate her return aboard, together.
“Or perhaps, Rose-”
“Love” is okay,” she smirked, glad the Doctor beamed at her in return. Maybe her admission of feelings was not going to be taken for a one-time outburst caused by that dreadful environment.
“Allons-y, love,” the Doctor seemed almost excited, thankful to the old girl for helping him - them to overcome the impossible.
They have returned, barely bruised. Rose wondered about just how many minutes it would take for her to give him the important question about the unfamiliar changes within her.
The Doctor was the first to ask her about those.