He hears her voice, and it's an impossible thing. He knows it's an impossible thing, but he also knows that impossible things have a habit of stalking his footsteps more often than not. There's no way that Rose could be here, and he turns his gaze in the direction of that voice fully ready to find out he'd slipped off into a daydream and imagined it, imagined her. Instead his eyes fix on her, familiar despite all the time and space and realities that have come between them.
The Doctor is on his feet in the next moment, fumbling his sonic away inside his jacket, even as a smile stretches its way over his features. "Rose?"
His hearts trip their rhythm for a moment, skip a beat and then another as he just watches her. He half expects her to be a mirage. Maybe it's so hard to believe his eyes, his ears, because of how much he wants this to be true, wants her to be here. Really here. It's always harder to allow himself to believe something he so desperately wants to be true. The universe is capable of kindness; he's seen it. But it's a rare thing.
That doesn't stop him. He's in motion the next moment, closing that minimal space to sweep her up into a hug. "Rose Tyler! You must be what's confusing the TARDIS. No wonder she's confused."
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Date: 2019-07-09 03:19 pm (UTC)He hears her voice, and it's an impossible thing. He knows it's an impossible thing, but he also knows that impossible things have a habit of stalking his footsteps more often than not. There's no way that Rose could be here, and he turns his gaze in the direction of that voice fully ready to find out he'd slipped off into a daydream and imagined it, imagined her. Instead his eyes fix on her, familiar despite all the time and space and realities that have come between them.
The Doctor is on his feet in the next moment, fumbling his sonic away inside his jacket, even as a smile stretches its way over his features. "Rose?"
His hearts trip their rhythm for a moment, skip a beat and then another as he just watches her. He half expects her to be a mirage. Maybe it's so hard to believe his eyes, his ears, because of how much he wants this to be true, wants her to be here. Really here. It's always harder to allow himself to believe something he so desperately wants to be true. The universe is capable of kindness; he's seen it. But it's a rare thing.
That doesn't stop him. He's in motion the next moment, closing that minimal space to sweep her up into a hug. "Rose Tyler! You must be what's confusing the TARDIS. No wonder she's confused."