tenpointfive

friend_a_muse

2009-03-10T07:19:11Z

Muse Name: The Human Doctor/10.5 (currently known as John Noble)
Muse LJ: tenpointfive
Fandom: Doctor Who

Age & Location: Technically? The five-month-old clone of a 900-year-old Time Lord. Looks young and foxy, though. London, parallel world.
Occupation: bit of a scientist at Torchwood, specializing in time travel sciences; possibly might take up a medical practice somewhere in London.
Relationship status: in a serious relationship
Family: Rose Tyler (girlfriend); Bella Donna Noble (pet); Jackie Tyler (friend/surrogate mum); Tony Tyler (surrogate brother); The Tenth Doctor (clone of); Donna Noble (partial clone of)
Interests/Hobbies: science, traveling, time-travel, playing doctor (no not like that), baking cookies
Favourite food: Cookies.
Favourite movie: Haven't one.
Favourite accomplishment: Winning her over.
Describe yourself in one paragraph:
Hello! Name's John. Used to be a hand. No, really. Now I'm not. Yeah... long story. Anyway, yeah, I'm a scientist, doctor of sorts, dating a wonderful, beautiful woman, and I have a little dog named Bella Donna. I've a bit of a nasty temper, I should warn, but... not really anything anyone can do about it. Just ah... don't make me angry, yeah?

Any OOC notes:
This particular version of the Doctor's clone has taken on the name John Noble, and after spending time in a pocket dimension with Rose, is now back in the parallel world, and living with her at the Tyler mansion. His personality has also evolved a bit, and he's actually become his own man, a different man from the Doctor. For more information regarding his history with his Rose, click here. The Rose in question here is hisplusone, just to note.

History (for rp and prompt-writing purposes)

2009-03-03T09:27:54Z

Note: A good amount of these events have been altered from events that occurred at a past game, and from psl threads.

History
Not all endings are happy...
Following the events of Journey's End, the Doctor's clone, sometimes known as 10.5, was abandoned by Rose Tyler at Bad Wolf Bay. As soon as the Doctor had left, Rose slapped him, and the two argued. With a second thought, Rose single-mindedly used the dimension jumper she'd been using all that time, and disappeared from view. Little did he know, Rose ended up in a pocket dimension, one where the Doctor existed, but he wasn't quite the Doctor either of them had known.

Following Rose's disappearance, the Doctor's clone was taken in by Jackie and Pete Tyler, who began to see him as a surrogate son, of sorts. He took on the name John Noble, in honor of the Doctor's often-used alias, and Donna Noble herself. He began to split his time between working at Torchwood, filling Rose's old position, and helping to care for Rose's little brother, Tony. Three months passed in parallel earth time, before he finally decided to search for Rose. He was determined to bring her home, even if she didn't want to be with him, but hoping she would change her mind anyway. He fashioned a device, much like hers, that would allow him to move between worlds, if only briefly, without disturbing the void and unleashing chaos again. After what seemed to be three long weeks of searching, he found her, in the pocket dimension, living, rather unhappily, at that, with the altered version of the Doctor.

What Could Have Been
This altered version of the Doctor was somewhat cold, and a bit neglectful of Rose, which was something John saw automatically. John came to the believe that this was Doctor who had lived through similar events, and had changed for the worse because of it.

John and Rose reunited on somewhat friendly terms, and she ended up apologizing for what she'd done to him on the beach. It renewed his faith, and gave him hope that things would work out after all. His faith grew when she finally gathered the courage to leave the alternate Doctor, and move in with a friend. This friend could see just how much John truly loved Rose, and attempted to help him win her over. She convinced him that he needed to be his own man, separate from the Doctor, and even tried to help him out by advising him to change his clothing style, and even bought him clothes. This ended up really helping him, and he soon came to realize that he might have had the Doctor's memories, and some of his emotions, but he was not the Doctor, and didn't want to be. A new personality, with some combined parts of the Doctor and Donna, began to form. Before long, John and Rose were actually moving towards becoming friends. Then a single weekend seemed to change everything.

The pocket dimension was strange, and had a way of effecting its residents, mind and body. For a single weekend, John and Rose seemed to be cursed, and found themselves living the life that could have been, if she'd only stayed with him. They shared a dream on that Saturday, and the following day, for an entire twenty-four hours, they believed themselves to be happy, in love, and expecting their first child. They made love for the first time, unaware it was for the first time at the moment, and John ended up proposing. The Monday afterward, they wake up in each other's arms in bed, both panicking a bit at the unexpected situation. Rose blamed John at first, but soon, she apologized. John was hurt, confused how his brilliant mind could have been susceptible to such a trick. The two ended up sharing two rather passionate kisses before she fled the house in which he was staying.

Hate That I Love You
Shortly after that fateful weekend, John ended up meeting and adopting a puppy, a Chihuahua he found making a late night snack of his favorite cookies. He named her Bella Donna, in honor of the woman he now regarded as a sister, to some effect.

And he and Rose's friendship seemed to grow after that, despite what had happened, and the fact that Rose couldn't quite remember it. She was sweet, and helpful, and supportive. It was more than John had even dreamed of.

Then, things happened to change their relationship again.

Something fairly sexual happened between them, not the actual act, but something rather close. After it happened, Rose went into denial, and was angry with him about it. This angered John to the point that he showed up, clad in a pair of leather pants her friend had given him, and the two ended up in quite the heated up in quite the heated argument in front of her friend. Their anger quickly turned to passion, however, and before her friend could even make it out the door, they were already seconds away from having sex.

That night only seemed to be the beginning of love-hate/friends-with-benefits type relationship. They'd fuss and fight, normally over his feelings for her, and the other Doctor, and then the anger would boil over into passion. And once it was all over with, they'd forgiven each other. John knew it wasn't a healthy relationship, far from it, but he couldn't seem to control himself, and neither could Rose.

Another Chance
Eventually, after weeks of going around and around, Rose finally seemed to soften up a bit, and offered John a real chance at a relationship. They began to see each other, on a semi-regular basis, and John felt himself happier than he ever had been. She often asked what he'd do if she decided to go back home, and he swore he'd follow.

Three months after he'd first showed up in the pocket universe, Rose put his loyalty to the test.

She up and left one morning, before he'd even woken up, and had gone home, to the parallel universe they'd originally been left in by the Doctor. She left only a note, one in which she finally admitted just how much she loved him.

And John passed that test, giving up nearly everything to follow her. All he could carry was a suitcase and Bella Donna, but he made the trip back to the parallel world, and once he returned, they both vowed never to leave it again.

John's abilities
John has the mind of a Time Lord, as well as the same kind of knowledge and wisdom. He could easily be employed as a scientist or a real doctor of some sort if he wished, without any proper training. He's brilliant, and he knows it. He also has a slight bit of telepathy, able to read minds if he focuses hard enough. He will not do this without permission, however, such is the case with the original Doctor. He can sense other Time Lords, and, in some cases and situations, he might have a bit of a psychic link with the original Doctor.

He has also rather recently gained a very strange ability: He, at times, can have a telepathic link with a human. In most cases, it's very mild, for example, he can sense if Jackie is upset about something, but won't know what she's upset about. That comes without word, and sometimes not even being in the same room. The most extreme case is with Rose, it seems. He sometimes when she's sick or hurt, when she's happy or content, and at times, can connect with her telepathically. All he has to do is reach out, with his mind, and she can hear his voice in her head, and see some of his thoughts. He can also see hers at that time, and they have, on occasion, had full conversations, just in their heads. It's unexplained how he can have this deep of a connection with her, but her has assumptions about it, assumptions that he's still trying to work out.

Unlike the Doctor, John does not have two hearts, and cannot regenerate. He has, however, learned that he's not quite that susceptible to physical pain. He's tough, and can endure better than one might think. He can feel it, but has yet to feel anything truly severe. He can feel pain telepathically, for sure, and experienced it first hand with Rose when her mind was briefly under attack in the pocket dimension.

John's Personality
has all of the Doctor's memories (up until the time he nearly regenerated), and some, but not all, of his personality traits. He also picked up a handful of traits from Donna, and often displays a bit of her attitude and temper, and sometimes acts like quite the smartass. He can be a loud mouth, and isn't afraid to tell someone when to shut up, and does it often. He tells it like it is, even if someone else doesn't like it. He's also seemed to gain a bit of a dirty mouth, particularly when he's angry.

Being human, John is more emotional, it seems, than the original Doctor allows himself to be. John is rather helplessly in love with Rose, and unlike the Doctor, more easily admits it, and attempts to act on it. He may only have one heart, and can sometimes act quite grumpy and a bit rude, but it's a heart filled with love, and he's very caring and compassionate, and a good man.

In spite of that core of goodness, everyone does have a dark side, and John is no exception. He will kill, if it comes down to it, and feels it's necessary. Unlike the Doctor, he will do it without a second thought, as he did when he committed genocide and exterminated all the Daleks. If he felt someone he loved was in danger, i.e. Rose, he probably would have the strength to actually kill someone. As time has went on in the parallel world, he tried to control this darkness, and get past it, though he knew it might always be there, deep down. While in the pocket dimension, he discovered a rather strange way to handle his dark inner anger: passion. His fights with Rose were often filled with cursing, yelling, and looks that could kill, but what came afterward was something different altogether. Rough, almost violent desire would take him over, and then he would take Rose, in any way he pleased. He never forced himself on her, however, and always felt the need to tell her to admit she wanted it. He continues to have this trait, of turning anger into passion, but is a bit more gentle about it now.

19. Wherever You Will Go...

2008-11-12T07:50:53Z

[ooc: Obviously backdated a little bit.]

Wow. She... She decided to leave.

And she knows... I promised her that wherever she might go, I would follow. Always. Because I love her.

But what shocks me the most... she admitted it. She loves me. Wants to be with me. And so, I have to follow her. I have to follow my heart, and my love.

I'm going home.

I'm going to Rose.

[Private to Mrs. Faust || Unhackable]

Mrs. Faust, thank you. Thank you for taking me in, feeding me, helping me. You're a wonderful woman, and I'll never forget you. And don't worry about Bella Donna. I'm brilliant. I'll find a way to take her with me.

[Private to Waverly || Unhackable]

Thank you, for teaching me how to dress, really dress. Think I might slip those leather pants under my suit... those bloody things did wonders. Sure you understand. Take care of yourself, yeah?

[Private to Donna || Unhackable]

Donna Noble, you will never know just how much I care for you. A day will not pass without me thinking of you. And if you ever find yourself recalling who I really am to you, I don't think it'd surprise me. Because you're bloody brilliant. Just as brilliant as I am, maybe more so. Take care of yourself, Donna Noble, and I'll miss you terribly.

[Private to The Doctor || Unhackable]

Sorry if you thought I took her from you. Wasn't my intention. I love her, every bit as much as you did, maybe still do, maybe even more so. Just know... I'll take care of her. I'll protect her with my very life, if I have to. I may only have one life, but I'd give it, for her, in a single heartbeat. Take care, yeah? And enjoy the rest of your lives, Doctor. For her... and for me.

18. Daring To Be Truthful

2008-10-23T04:54:03Z

Oddest thing happened last week.

I woke up, and there was a teenage girl, no older than fourteen or fifteen, laying stark-naked atop Bella Donna's bed. As it turns out, the girl actually was Bella Donna. This strange city turned my little dog into a human. Quite odd, have to say. And the funniest bit is that she looked a lot like Donna. A pint-sized version of Donna, red hair and all. Had a bit of her temperament, as well. Spent the better part of the day fussing at me. Apparently, she doesn't like it when Daddy has company... ~~especially when said company is making lots and lots of noises~~ And Rose? She told me to tell you she loves you. Said she'd like for you to be her mum. She wanted me to call you over, but for some reason, I couldn't seem to reach you that way. It's too bad... I honestly wouldn't have minded if she had been human for a bit longer, but sadly, her time apparently ran out at midnight. She's been a dog again ever since.

How are you, City? And, oh, yes... Truth or Dare.

17.

2008-09-30T05:12:11Z

I think I've been in a bit of a... haze the last few days. Blissful haze, but a haze, nonetheless. I had... the most... amazing night Friday night. Was absolutely incredible. And I do hope there's more like it... think there will be. Thank you, Rose. I love you.

So... how have all you lovely City people been doing?

16. Bloody Hell... literally.

2008-09-25T03:48:39Z

This... really isn't good. I... Rassilon. Only now do I feel it... what I did...

Rose, sweetheart, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm afraid I can't meet with you tonight... I've... I've a bloody mess on my hands at the mo. Tomorrow, perhaps?

[ooc: Backdated to late this afternoon. John's covered in the blood of... well, all the Daleks. He did commit genocide, after all, and now he's feeling realllly guilty.]

15. The Mean Woman Blues {Voice Post}

2008-09-12T07:05:01Z

I got a woman,
Mean as she can be
I got a woman,
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

A black cat up and died of fright
'Cause she crossed his path last night
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

She kiss so hard, she bruise my lips
Hurts so good, my heart just flips
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

The strangest gal I ever had
Never happy 'less she's mad
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

She makes love without a smile
Ooh, hot dog that drives me wild
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

14.5

2008-09-07T08:14:41Z

Welll... that curse yesterday was certainly a pain in the arse. Don't think I could stand a repeat.

Been doing a lot of thinking today. Some good things, some bad, I suppose. Musing on some things a bit. Still find myself thinking of Donna. Keep thinking... something's wrong. Something's happened to her, and I find myself a bit worried. Perhaps I'm just being silly, I don't know. Keep thinking of Jackie, too. Wonder how she and Pete and little Tony are getting along. At first, I didn't want to leave them, but... Jackie insisted, shoved me to do it. I'm so glad she did, because I did end up finding Rose. Wish there was a way that I could let her know. But I know I can't.

On a completely different note, Bella Donna's been rather... feisty today. Not sure what her problem is, but I can say she's acting more and more like her namesake as the days go by. Rather funny. She won't even respond to bribes of cookies, at the mo. That's... unusual.

[Private to Rose || Unhackable]

I know I've already said it, but I am really sorry about last night, sweetheart. You and I... we both know what happens when my temper catches the best of me, don't we? But we've made up, and... we're okay, yeah? ~~I love you.~~

14. ...The Oncoming Storm?

2008-09-06T03:06:59Z

Oh, great. It would have to happen this late in the day.

I've got a bloody thunderstorm over my bloody ~~beautiful~~ head.

Ouch... think I just felt a bit of hail. Blimey.

~~Damn you, Rose.~~

[ooc: Strikes? So not hackable. John's severely cranky. Plz 2 be not makin him angry.]

13.

2008-09-05T00:09:58Z

Just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger...

On Monday morning, I woke up with two women in my bed. Was rather... erm... strange. At first, I thought it was another bloody curse, because I couldn't remember how I'd ended up in such a situation. But I'm positive it wasn't a curse... my memories of the night before are... ah... well... strikingly vivid. But I'm still not sure how it happened. I must have been... possessed or something. Wow. I'm still a bit disturbed by it all.

On Tuesday, at work, this... blonde woman, a patient, slapped the hell out of me. She did it once, and I thought, What? She did it again, just about three times, and the next I knew, I was on the verge of yelling WHAT WHAT WHAT at the top of my lungs. Do think Martha heard, and was a bit disturbed, but thankfully, I didn't get into ~~much~~ any trouble. As weird as it might be, the woman who slapped me reminded me of Jackie Tyler. Sort of looked like her a bit... certainly slapped like her. Hmm.

...Right. I think I'll be off to have a spot of tea and some cookies with Bella Donna.

12.

2008-09-01T04:18:07Z

Erm... well... I've been a bit... quiet, lately, haven't I? I've had quite a ~~blissful~~ ~~amazing~~ strange week. It's been good, though. Quite. I've learned a few things this week. For one, I should really learn to control my temper. ~~but not too much~~ And secondly, I've found that... baking, of all things, seems to help me with my anger. It's rather... odd, isn't it. Though I'm not quite sure how good I am at... baking. Ohh, those cookies were perfect, though. Beyond perfect. Can't stop thinking about them. Have to try that recipe again.

Been spending a good part of my off time with Bella Donna. She's such a sweet little girl, and in some ways, she reminds me of Donna. Perhaps it's just the name. Not sure. Makes me miss Donna. I wish she were here... I can't even begin to describe how wonderful that would be. Seems bloody impossible, though.

Ohh, I am so happy I've not been cursed for a while. I was getting so tired of that rubbish. Now, watch... it'll probably end up that I'm speaking far too soon...

Waverly! We've still not gone shopping. I'd love to do that sometime soon. Let me know what day is good for you, dear.

11.5

2008-08-26T01:50:59Z

Ohhh, today was brilliant. Today was much better than yesterday.... well, the majority of yesterday. Last night was amazing. I worked out my frustrations with a bit of baking. Rather... therapeutic, wasn't it, Rose? Too bad we ate all the cookies already, yeah? Oh, and they were quite delicious, weren't they?

Waverly, I think I've decided that I like the leather pants. I think I should have another pair... perhaps. Might be nice. Shopping soon, yeah?

11.

2008-08-24T21:58:17Z

Marinara sauce?

Really?

So it's my day off, and I decide to go out for lunch ~~all my my lonesome, thank you~~, and what should I see? A bloody volcano in the distance. I couldn't exactly believe it, though perhaps I should have, given everything I've seen and experienced in this damn place, so I take out my mobile and take a picture. No sooner than I've put my mobile back in my pocket, and suddenly, the bloody thing erupts. Of course, I ran back into the flat and refused to come out for a while, since... dying by hot lava is not my perfect idea of an afternoon. So I waited a bit, and came out, and wouldn't you know? I got pelted. My clothes were soaked in this disgusting red... goop. Oi, all over my brand new clothes! And then I realize... it's not quite as hot as lava's supposed to be. So, of course, I stuck my finger in it and had a taste... and it's marinara sauce. Rather good marinara sauce, too. And just when I thought this place couldn't get any odder...

Found another bag of clothes outside the flat this morning. Thank you, Waverly... because I just know they're from you. But leather pants? Really? I... leather pants? Right, then. Okay. I had to put them on, because everything else is in the wash, but I'm not wearing them willingly, I'll say that.

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm wasting my time on some things. Been calling someone, friend of mine, about every night. Last night, we had this... rather enormous fight. I guess... no matter how much you might care for someone, some people just don't want to be saved, and some just don't appreciate when someone tries with everything they've got. And, oh, does that hurt. Hurts rather badly. Don't know if I can make that call again... ~~though I still want to.~~

Oi. Think it's time for me to take Bella Donna for a walk, if the streets are clear enough. Events that transpired last night... well, they've put me in a right bloody awful mood. Think I need a bit of time to... think, or something. Though I doubt thinking about it will help.

[ooc: John is mad as hell. Do not ask for details, or somebody might get yelled at.]

10.

2008-08-22T05:34:23Z

So I found out the identity of the cookie thief.

It's a puppy.

A sweet, little innocent puppy.

I woke up to find her eating my cookies again. I'm positive the sweet little thing is homeless, due to her obvious state of neglect, and the fact that she's been sneaking in my room through the window on and off eating my cookies for the last couple weeks.

I've decided I'd like to keep her, to give her the home she needs, but I have still yet to talk it over with Mrs. Faust. She's a smart girl. Hasn't made a mess yet, and always takes care of business outside, not inside. Whoever had her last was insane for treating her so poorly. I just want to make it up to her. She deserves better than that.

If anyone would like to see her, I have taken a picture.

Isn't she a beautiful little animal? Think I'm going to call her Bella Donna, Donna for short. Little Bella Donna Noble. Has a lovely ring to it, doesn't it?

On a strange note, I found a shopping filled with brand new clothes on the doorstep this morning, with a note that just had my name on it. Two pairs of blue jeans and three t-shirts. Not sure who brought them by, but... thank you?

[Private to Rose || Unhackable]
Rose, sweetheart, thank you. Thank you for helping me when I was... erm... cursed. And I'm terribly sorry if I bothered you with my um... well, what I said about us, and the... shower. I just... wish you remembered.

Cookies And Their Thieves (a short narrative)

2008-08-22T04:54:19Z

When: backdated to early this morning, along about 2 am.
Where: John's bedroom... yet again.
Rating: G
Characters: John, the cookie thief
Summary: John wakes up shortly after the aging curse is over, only to find Rose gone and a certain someone munching on his cookies.

When he woke up, she was gone. He knew she would be.

She'd stayed most of the day, helping him, taking care of him, keeping him company. And for John, for once, it almost seemed like she might love him. He'd even managed into talking her into getting in the bed with him, when he finally settled down to sleep for the night. He knew she'd fallen asleep beside him, and she'd most likely had woken up and left just before he awoke. He could faintly recall the feeling of her lips touching his forehead earlier, and perhaps she really had.

He smiled to himself, even as his hand touched the empty spot on the bed where she had been laying. She'd stayed with him, all day, just because he'd asked. It made him love her that much more.

He sighed softly, and was just about to doze off again, when he heard a noise.

A light scratching noise, following by the sound of something touching a glass plate, and the light sound of something or someone eating.

His eyes widened.

The cookies!

Rose had left a small plate on his bedside table, with a few cookies on it.

He knew, without a doubt, that his cookie thief had returned.

He slowly sit up, and moved, turning toward the bedside table. He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to scare whoever and whatever it was off.

His eyes happened to glimpse his window.

Oh, of course! he thought. He left the window cracked open every night, so that fresh air could filter into the room. He preferred it over the air conditioner any night. He'd been in the habit of it before he'd even came here, when he lived with the Tylers.

So that explained how the thief was able to enter his room.

Carefully, he pushed back his pillows, and moved to the edge of the bed.

And when he saw the identity of his cookie thief, he was surprised.

A puppy.

It was a puppy.

A tiny, innocent little dog. A Teacup Chihuahua, to be exact.

Even in the light of the moon, he was able to make out that it really was a tiny thing, beige in color, with big ears and little paws.

The tiny puppy glanced up, and when she saw him, she whined, cowering back in fear, obviously afraid she was in trouble with the man.

But she wasn't.

John just smiled, slowly holding out his hand for the dog to smell.

She sniffed his hand, a bit hesitantly. When she noticed it smelled of cookies, she seemed to relax, and gave his fingers a lick.

He smiled a bit bigger. "That's right, little love, it's all right. I'm not going to hurt you. You can have all the cookies you'd like." He softly petted her head, and then stood, moving over to the window. He closed it, and then went over and turned the light on.

Looking the little canine over, he became aware that she had no collar or tags, and therefore was probably without a home. She looked a bit dirty, as if she might have been out scavaging for some time.

He sit down again, and reached out to pet her. "It's all right, little girl. I'm going to take care of you now. If I can help it, you'll never be hungry again."

Down, But Not Out (old!John, Rose)

2008-08-21T03:13:25Z

When: backdated to this morning(?)
Where: John's bedroom... as usual. *snort*
Rating: PG.
Characters: John, Rose
Summary: John gets a little assistance.

He felt like he'd been lying there for an eternity.

He honestly felt so bad, so stiff, so sore, he just wanted to give up. He wanted to close his eyes, and just never wanted to wake up again. It felt like whatever life he could have had had gone down the toilet long before now.

He sighed, wanting to turn over, to move, but he was afraid to move. He was afraid he might have broken his hip, and he knew well enough, if he moved without someone checking it, he could make it worse.

So all he could do now was wait, wait until someone came to help him.

He didn't like this. Not one bit.

09. {Voice Post}

2008-08-20T18:23:13Z

*voice sounds older, different*

*mutters* Oi, this is rather embarrassing.

Erm... something's happened. I don't know what, but... it's not good. I woke up with my entire body stiff and hurting, and when I started to get out of bed, I tripped over something... It seems I have fallen and I can't get up... literally.

Oh, bloody hell... why does this shit always happen to me? It's like I'm being bloody tortured or something.

[ooc: Backdated to this morning. Old!John is old, and has fallen on his cute little ass. Help would be appreciated, especially if it was from Rose. :p]

08.

2008-08-20T05:11:35Z

Oi. The bloody cookie thief struck again. Didn't get them all this time. Just a few. Think I might do what was suggested and set up a little trap to safely catch whatever creature might be responsible for this. I certainly don't mind sharing, but they're taking without my permission, and that's just a bit rude, isn't it? I'll solve this little mystery soon enough.

[Private to Waverly || Unhackable]

I sort of, welll... missed our appointment to go shopping. I was cursed that day, obviously. We could reschedule for later this week, yeah?

{Filtered from Rose, the Doctor, and anyone who might mock}

Sometimes I hate myself for loving her.

Thread: A Beautiful Lie (John, Rose)

2008-08-18T21:39:14Z

When: backdated to this morning
Where: John's bedroom
Rating: PG-13.
Characters: John, Rose
Summary: The morning after... and it's not entirely pretty.

John stirred awake, as the sun filtered through the curtains, hitting his bare back. He slowly turned over, eyes still closed, and in that moment, he was semi-aware that he was completely naked beneath the sheets. It was an odd feeling, not how he usually slept, but he felt so damn tired, he was just about to ignore it.

But then, he realized someone else was in the bed with him.

And he remembered.

His eyes shot open, only to see Rose curled up beside him, the sheets sliding down her bare breasts.

He blinked.

"Oh, bloody hell..."

07. {Accidental Voice Post}

2008-08-18T08:33:52Z

Oh, bloody hell.

I just woke up in bed with Rose Tyler.

[ooc: Forward-dated to about 8 or 9 am. John's in shock. No action spam or anything here. Just reactions, I suppose. The whole "morning after" bit will be played out later today with Rose mun via thread.]

Log: A Day In The Life (John, Rose)

2008-08-18T04:08:40Z

When: Sunday afternoon (mostly)
Where: Mrs. Faust's house (which they're convinced is the Tyler mansion), then the park
Rating: PG-13+ (for some sexual situations and implied sexytiems)
Characters: John, Rose
Summary: John and Rose share a perfect day... in spite of just a bit of weirdness. (Warning: long!log is long, with mushy crap within.)

John woke up, feeling a little tired, but otherwise, pretty much all right. He smiled to himself, feeling Rose laying in the bed behind him. He had the distinct feeling she wasn't quite awake yet, and as he turned over, he found out he was right. She was still asleep, clad in a pair of pink jim-jams, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. She looked like an angel, and he sighed, a bit dreamily, feeling more than happy to be able to say she was his.

A slow grin slid over his lips. "Morning, love." His voice was a bit husky with sleep, and a bit deeper than it normally was. "Sleep well... mummy?" He was teasing, and chuckled after he said the word.

“Oh very well, daddy.” She responded unable to wipe the smile off her face for a second before finding herself laughing with him. It was still new to her, all this. But she had hope that they’d make it through as always. “And you? All well rested for another exciting day at Torchwood?”

He pouted a bit. "I thought we were taking the day off, love... You know... your Dad is the boss. We can get away with it every now and then." He moved closer, sliding his arms around her. He softly kissed her chin, the side of her neck, then her shoulder. "Can't I have just a single day, just to spend with the mother of my baby?"

"Oh right, it's today. Isn't it?" She said slowly remembering. It had completely slipped her mind. A slow smile spread across her lips again at his kisses, "Mmm...I suppose that you could. Doesn't that sound funny though?" She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she was going to be a mum and not just any mum either.

He raised his head, and softly kissed her lips. "What sounds funny? Me, wanting to take the day off?"

"No, you calling me the mother of your child. It's been a long time for you, yeah?" She said before leaning forward a bit to kiss him back just as softly.

He pondered that for a moment. "Yes, and no. I faintly have a memory of being a father, but in all technicality, that wasn't me. And no, love. Doesn't sound funny to me at all. Sounds... perfect."

"You're scared though, yeah?" She asked, knowing that she was just a little. "How do you think the baby's going to be? It's not gonna have two heads or anything is it?"

He frowned a bit. "A little... yeah... maybe." His eyes met hers, and he laughed. "Two heads? Wherever do you get that idea, sweetheart?"

"Um, well," she said biting her lip for a moment. "Mum, maybe. I don't know. I mean it's gonna be half-alien yeah? You never know. Oh God, what if it has green skin!"

He rolled his eyes, laughing again. "Oh, Rose. Don't be so silly. It'll only be quarter Time Lord... our child will be nothing more than brilliant. You need to stop listening to Jackie. I mean it. I love the woman, but she's bloody insane."

"Yeah, she can be a bit of a nutter sometimes, but she means well." She admitted with a small laugh. "Brilliant with his daddy's mind and charm." And then she frowned slightly at a thought.

He raised a brow, eying her. "And that would be a bad thing? How, love?"

"Oh, it wouldn't. I was just thinking... if it's gonna be a quarter Time Lord... It's gonna be telepathic, probably." She looked at him still frowning. "You two are really gonna bond."

He considered that a moment, then shook his head. "No... not all of the Time Lord capabilities I have will pass on to him. Just some. We'll have to wait and see what they are. I think he'll just be quite brilliant."

"Oh, I see." she said with a nod understanding and then looked down at her stomach. It didn't really look like she was pregnant but then she was carrying a half-alien baby. It might take some more time to actually show. She patted her stomach lightly and grinned. "What do you want to call him?"

He grinned again, reaching over to touch her stomach. "Ohh... perhaps... Jack? Jack Noble. Sounds... nice, yeah?

"Mmm, yeah. Sound perfect," she agreed staring back at him. "Jack Tyler-Noble. Just as brilliant as his daddy." She said dreamily, just imaging it. "Oh, the girls are going to be falling over for him."

He chuckled again. "Oh, if he ends up looking anything like me... Oh, Rassilon, you'll be beating them off with a stick." He wasn't being the least bit conceited with his statement, just painfully honest.

"We both would, yeah?" She said with a laugh.

"Welll... Don't think I'd be beating them off. Might yell at them, 'OI, GET AWAY FROM MY SON, YOU HUSSIES!'" He laughed, shaking his head.

Rose couldn't help but keep on with the laughter. It was that little bit of Donna showing through again. "Ohh, I can just see it, yeah. Get away from my brilliant son, you earth girls!"

"Of course. Only someone truly special can have my son. " He paused, thinking a moment. "Perhaps we should start looking round for this world's Donna, see if she has any infant relatives? Arranged marriages are a bit... dated and rude, but in this case..."

She playfully nudged him on the shoulder and gave him this look. "Our son should be able to choose who he wants to spend the rest of his life with. If we pick for him, he might hate us forever." She said half joking.

"True..." he said, then smirked. "Doesn't mean we can't... try to point him into a certain direction."

"Sneaky, sweetheart." she said with a small smirk. "Hope he never finds out."

"I can keep a secret... think you can?" he wondered, his eyes on hers, as he gently ran his fingers over her stomach.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged," she responded before she sighed contently at his touch and closed her eyes for a brief moment. "So, where are we going today?"

He thought about it for a moment, as his hand slid over from her stomach to her hand. His fingers interlocked with hers. "Oh... I don't know, love. What do you want to do? Could go out for lunch... think it's nearly noon now. Then we could wander about for a bit. I don't really care. As long as we're together, my precious girl." He grinned, raising her hand to his lips, softly kissing it.

Rose smiled softly staring into his eyes. "Fish and chips?" She suggested giving him a hopeful look before looking down at their joined hands against her stomach, feeling it grumble. "I think the baby agrees with mummy too. I don't care either sweetheart, as long as I'm with you. Maybe we could go for a stroll at the park after?"

"Ohhh, fish and chips. Sounds lovely." He laughed. "Seems to be our staple, doesn't it? Only right if little Jack likes them, too. Stroll in the park... perfect." He leaned down, giving her a light peck on the lips, before regretfully letting go of her. He moved to climb out of bed, clad in the blue bottoms of the jim-jams she and Jackie had bought for him. He turned back to look at her, a mischievous look on his face. "Think we could get away with sneaking a shower together?" he teased.

"It does. We should trademark it," she said with a small laugh before following suit and getting out of bed, standing up on her side to look at him. A small smirk started to form as she stared at him, "Hmm...I suppose we could give it a go, but if we get caught, I'm telling them you seduced me into it with your alien charms," she teased back walking towards him to grab his hand.

He rolled his eyes at that. "Oi, woman, I'm no alien. One heart, one... tallywhacker. Definitely not alien." He grabbed onto her hand, and headed over to open the door. He peeked out. "Coast is clear..."

She chuckled a bit and followed along staying close. "Well come on then," she gave him a little push and they were both walking down the hall. She kept glancing behind her shoulder just in case. It was quiet. Too quiet. "So far, so good, yeah?"

He nodded slowly, and then made a beeline for the bathroom, tugging her along behind him. The distance between the bedroom and the bathroom seemed to be a bit shorter than usual today, but he shrugged it off. The door had been left open, and he slipped inside, pulling her with him. He let out a little sound of relief. "Think we did good, yeah?"

"Perfect," she said grinning and then leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the lips as his reward. She pulled back a bit. "Now we just have to make sure that we aren't found out."

He locked the door, then moved over to the shower. "Well then... you'll have to keep quiet, then, aye?" He smirked.

"I'll try my best," she replied, mirroring his smirk. "But no promises, knowing you." She gave him this look and then glanced at her reflection in the mirror. "Maybe we'll get lucky and no one will hear us."

"Oi, woman, I'm not the one who's a screamer..." He snickered. "Oh, you will be getting lucky... in about two minutes, if I can get you into the bloody shower already."

"It's your fault," she stated, poking her tongue out between her teeth before she started to unbutton her top. "Two minutes, really?" The top now fell to the floor as she eyed what he was still wearing. "Going to go for a different approach this morning?"

He clicked his tongue. "Oh, perhaps... if you want me to." He raised a brow, questioning her.

"Really?" she asked a bit amused as she slipped out of her bottoms.

He watched her, only then reaching for his own. "Yes, really... Told you before, love, I'm a man of my word."

"That you are sweetheart," she said with a slow grin walking towards him. The bathroom seemed a bit shorter than she remembered, smaller even but she didn't give it anymore thought as she looped her arms around his neck, to brush her lips against his ear, whispering softly. "I do love it when you keep your word."

He licked his lips. "Oh, that you do... Going to show me how much, sweetheart?"

"Maybe, only if you're good," she teased and then nibbled softly against his earlobe. "Have you been good, daddy?"

He sighed softly, closing his eyes. "Oh, I'd say I have, love, but what do you think?"

"I think you've been good, sweetheart," she whispered softly and then pulled away a little to stare at his face as her right hand wandered down. "Then again, you do like tricking me sometimes, so it's hard to tell." She smirked as her hand reached its intended destination. "Very hard, to tell."

He groaned softly, murmuring her name. "Oh, Rose... not tricking you right now... I promise."

"I know, love. I can feel it." she said, reveling in his reaction. "Shower, yeah?"

"Mm... yes. Shower... would be splendid." he murmured.

She took a step back, keeping her eyes on him. "Do the honors then love, yeah?" Then there was that odd feeling again. Wasn't this bathroom bigger before?

As he moved away from her, to turn on the shower, he had that same strange sense, as well. There was something entirely different about this bathroom... but he just couldn't pit his finger on it. As he helped her into the shower, making sure she didn't slip, he noticed a difference in the shower, as well. What was going on here?

She started to think that maybe they had picked a different one. It made sense since it was a big place but then...She frowned, staring at him a bit puzzled for a moment. "This is our bathroom, yeah?"

He'd moved into the shower behind her, and frowned when she asked the question. "Ah... yeah... I'm certain. Closest to our room."

"Right." she said shaking off that weird feeling and then reaching over to turn the knobs as the water started to pour. She adjusted it a bit, feeling the water run down her back. "Mmm...better." She turned around to look at him again with a smirk, "Is that water good for you, Mister Noble?"

He nodded, moving closer. "Ohhh, yes, darling. Just right..."

They took their time, just about like they always did, and it was quite a while before they actually got to the fish and chips shop.

Once they'd had their lunch, they went on, to the park, just as she'd suggested.

John gripped Rose's hand as they walked along. "Rose... is it just me, or did those chips taste a bit... I don't know, different?"

"Hmm..well," she frowned a bit walking along side him. "Maybe just a tad. Guess they used something different?" This whole day was starting to get really strange. First the bathroom and then the weird food.

He nodded. "Perhaps... Maybe today's just an odd day, yeah? We're still... us, and that's all that matters." He grinned. "Just you and me... against the world. Always."

She gave his hand a light squeeze and smiled pushing all thoughts of this weird day behind her and focusing on the present, "Yeah, just us. Forever." It's what counted. Hopefully nothing terrible would happen.

He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it, as he had earlier that day, and then paused in his step. "Why don't we sit?" He glanced around. "There a bench here somewhere?"

"Alright then," she responded with a smile, spotting what looked like a bench up ahead and pointing at it with her free hand. "Over there, yeah?" And before he could even respond she was tugging at his hand leading him over to it. The blonde sat down carefully and sighed. "Someday, yeah?"

He slowly sit beside her. "Someday? Someday what?"

"I mean this is some weird day, love." she stated.

His brow furrowed a bit, and he looked a bit thoughtful. "Yeah... suppose it is. Someone changing around our loo... odd chips... could be worse, you know."

"Yeah, I suppose. At least no alien invasions, yeah?" She said with a small laugh.

He chuckled, and nodded. "There is that, yeah. Here's hoping we don't see any of those for quite some time, yeah?"

She nodded, really hoping that things would stay as peaceful as they were now. "Not for a very, very, long time." She glanced down at her still very flat stomach. "How much longer you think it'll be before I show?"

He hoped she was right. He didn't want anything interfering with their current state of bliss.

He turned his head, glancing down at her belly. "Oh, you're not that far along, love. You should start showing within the next few weeks. Nothing to worry about." He grinned, reaching over to pat her belly.

"Then I can start buying those big clothes," she said with a small smile, really looking forward to it as she stared at his hand at her belly. "Oh and midnight cravings! I'll probably start ordering you out of bed at three in the morning for something weird."

He laughed. "Well, I certainly don't mind going out for you... as long as you don't insist on sharing these... weird foods with me."

"Oh I wouldn't dream of asking you love," she said with an amused grin.

"Think I'll stick to my chocolate chip cookies, if it's all the same to you." he laughed again, and then a strange look came over him. "How odd... I've become just like your mum's old boyfriend, Howard the grocer, I think he was? The man who kept fruit in his dressing gown. I keep cookies in mine."

"You can keep your cookies. I'll have my fish and chips with ice cream and broccoli, thank you very much." She said with a snort and then stared at him. "That is sort of strange love but at least it isn't bananas yeah?"

He made a face of disgust. "Ew, Rose, really? All that... together?" He shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his mind. "Quite true... So bloody tired of bananas. And I have a feeling that might weird you out a bit."

"Why not? If that's what our baby wants then...It could be even stranger you know..." her voice trailed off for a moment as she started to think of other weird combinations and then blinked. "Just a bit yeah. The cookies grew on me."

"Oh, I don't want to know, love." he said with a chuckle. "Oh? You don't mind my cookie addiction, then?"

"Not really no," she stated with a grin. "It's sort of sweet." She threw her head back with a chuckle.

He rolled his eyes. "Sweet... of course." He sighed, shaking his head. "Welll... you know what's sweet that I love even more than cookies?"

She looked pensively for a moment, biting her lip. "Mmm...no not really. Care to clue the former shop girl in?"

He smiled, rather sweetly, looking her right in the eye. "You. You, of course."

She blushed slightly, really smiling now. "I should have guessed."

He grinned, just about from ear-to-ear. "Come on, love... that hard to figure out, is it?" He leaned toward her, softly pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Well with your cookie obsession sometimes it is," she joked grinning against his lips.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Silly girl... I could never love anything or anyone the way I love you." He bit his lip for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Uh... Rose?"

"Right, never ever," she said holding her smile and then looking at him curiously. "Um, yes, John?"

"There's... something I need to ask you about."

The curiosity faded slightly as she became serious for a moment. "Okay, what about, love?"

"Ah, well... I sort of a have a gift for you." he said, and then took in a breath. "That is, if you think you might want it."

"A gift?" she repeated with a raised brow and then smiled still not knowing. "Well of course I'd want it, silly. What did you get me? A necklace? Oh no wait I know a bracelet, yeah?"

He smirked a bit. "Ohhh, something much better than that, love." He reached into the pocket of his suit's blue jacket, pulling out a small item. A ring. A gold ring with a small diamond atop it. He held it out to her. "Think this might be something you'd want, Rose?"

Rose gasped when the ring caught her eye. It was expected and quite beautiful. "John, that's a..." her voice trailed off pointing at it. "I..." Her eyes started to water. "I...well of course I want it."

"And do you want what comes with it?" he wondered, swallowing a bit hard. He laughed then, and his voice got a bit shaky. "Bloody hell. I always was one to dance around the subject, wasn't I? What I'm asking is... Rose Tyler, will you marry me?"

She nodded, smiling happily. "Of course, I'll marry you love, happily." And then she found herself instead of holding out her hand to accept the ring, she was kissing him softly as if to cement her response further.

He kissed her back, a grin slowly forming. He reached for her hand, carefully slipping the ring on, and then his eyes met hers again. "Oh, Rose... I love you. More than you will ever know." His arms slid around her, pulling her to him, and he softly kissed her again.

Slowly she pulled away a bit, tears welling up in her eyes. She was so overwhelmed with emotion as she stared into his eyes. "And I love you, John Noble. For the rest of my life and with all my heart." She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers against his.

He felt his eyes feel with tears, and it felt almost as if it was the first time he'd heard her say those words. But it wasn't.

He grinned again, squeezing her hand. "Think perhaps my fiancee would like to go home and make love? Think I certainly might be in the mood..."

She gave him a smirk and slowly got to her feet. "Oh, I think that can be arranged."

06. Bliss.

2008-08-17T22:19:29Z

I've never been so happy in my entire life... er, well, in all the lives I can remember.

Rose Tyler, I love you.

[ooc: Cursed beyond his wildest dreams. Plz to be not screwing with his poor head too much, yeah? :p FYI, a log will be coming later tonight.]

{The Sweetest Dream}

2008-08-17T04:21:14Z

[Shortly before midnight, John and Rose dream. They have the very same dream, at the very same time. This dream is only the beginning.]

They fought.

They fought... for all of about two minutes.

She yelled at him, cursed him, slapped at him...

But then, he'd stepped up to her, and did something his other self never had.

He kissed her first.

He kissed her first, without some impending doom hanging over their heads.

He'd kissed her, told her he loved her, and to stop being silly.

And surprisingly, sutbborn though she was, she gave in.

She gave in, and they went home together, to the Tyler mansion, with Jackie and Pete.

For hours, they just lay in each other's arms, in her room, talking about their hopes, their dreams, their desires.

And then, he'd very sweetly asked her if they could make love, asked for her permission. Technically, it would be his first time, and perhaps it should have been the other way around, but it wasn't.

Slowly the blonde nodded her consent. Never really imagining that she would be making love to him here of all places. There had been a few times where the thought had occurred in the form of a lazy daydream at work but now it was going to be real. She smiled and kissed him softly before she started to undress him carefully; whispering the sweetest things in between as each layer of clothing came off. She didn’t want him to be nervous during his first time, their first time.

And because of that, he ended up more at ease than he thought he'd be.

He took his time with her, learning each and every inch of her, never stopping, never ceasing in his exploration until they were both spent and satisfied in each other's arms.

Their union was beautiful, more beautiful than anything in his shared memories, but he wouldn't even begin to understand just how beautiful until months later.

Time passes on as it always does. A day gives into a week, a week rolls into a month and for Rose Tyler, it is just bliss. She can never imagine herself ever being this happy. Her days are spent working beside John at Torchwood, tracking down aliens and other nuisances and strange occurrences while her nights are spent at home at the mansion with him, her mum, dad, and little Tony. They all have dinner together at a certain time and it’s starting to feel like a real family to her.

One night after dinner, she randomly suggests to John that they should take a trip. He agrees and the next day they find themselves walking along the beach at Bad Wolf Bay. So many memories here, she thinks. It’s only right to tell him here that he’s going to be a dad. And she does with shaky eyes.

As the words leave her lips, the man now known as John Noble can't believe his ears.

He's going to be a father. Rose Tyler is carrying his baby.

He has memories of being a father, but with time, they have become so distant, so faded.

But it wasn't really him that had been a father. It had been the other him.

In nearly every sense, John Noble is going to be a first-time father, learning the ins and outs of parenthood with the woman he loves more than life itself, that he plans to spend the rest of his life with.

He's overjoyed, and tells her as much, pulling her into his arms and kissing her like there's no tomorrow.

But he knows there will be a tomorrow, with many more tomorrows to come.

[ooc: This little segue into being cursed was written by myself and Rose-mun. It's meant to be ooc knowledge only, sort of, so you can have an idea as to what's going on tomorrow. I don't think this stuff should be all over the network... since certain things are mentioned in it. lol But yes... prepare yourselves, cause tomorrow is going to be a bit weird. :p]

05.5. ...Well, that was certainly weird.

2008-08-15T05:29:57Z

Wellll, that has got to be the worst curse in the history of the world. I feel ~~fucking embarrassed~~ quite strange. Wasn't exactly acting my age, was I? Oi vey. ~~Wonder if I'll ever be able to live this shit down?~~

[Private to Rose || Unhackable]

Oh, Rose, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for the way I was acting toward you with that... curse stuff. You're not some piece of meat to me, and I'm sorry I kept talking that way. I'm not... after just that, you know. I'm also very sorry because of what happened with... him. The last thing I wanted was for the two of you to fight, which hurt you. It was all my fault it happened, because I allowed this curse to strike me. I didn't want it, but it struck me, still. With a mind like mine, I should have been able to ward it off. Couldn't, though. Wonder what that means? Ah... anyway, yeah... I'm very sorry, love.

05. I can has Rose plz?

2008-08-14T23:17:18Z

[ooc: Too funny to resist. :p Macro not mine. Belongs to a genius at ihasatardis. John was fine earlier, but now he is inflicted with this weird-ass curse, and will respond in lolspeak if this entry is commented on.]