◢ We Are Stars || Nine and Rose

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Rose was simply.. perfect. The funny man couldn’t really express his feelings towards her properly because after losing so many people towards the years, it was even difficult to the Doctor to open himself completely, specially using words, even though, her presence surely made everything special. She /was/ special.

“I am not human, remember? I don’t have the same needs as you do, though I fancy a good shower inside of the TARDIS sometimes. “Smiled. “Why? Are my clothes ugly or oldfashioned? People use leather jackets since the 40th’s! You should have see me back then” Grinned. 

“And well..” He started to movement the ship’s controls. “I want to visit a Friend, I wonder if he is still around, a complete surprise. Surprises are fantastic, don’t you think?” Smiled again as he turned the buttons on and then came the common turbulence that lasted for a couple of minutes. 

“There we are! Planet Vulcan!”

When the Doctor mentioned the 40s, Rose had a sudden image of him in a broad-shouldered zoot suit and quickly put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.  Now that was something she was going to have to see one day, and with a little coercion she was more than certain she could achieve it.  Until then, though…

“You actually have friends?” she asked in surprise, not intending to be rude.  However, the meaning of her words quickly hit her and she fumbled over herself, apologizing.  ”Well not that you wouldn’t, I just…you’re always runnin’ around, you never seem t’stop long enough to make friends…”

Shut up already, Rose.  Not helping!

At least her inner voice sounded like less of an awkward duck than she did at the moment, and she just let the Doctor land in peace, grabbing the console for support.  Her eagerness quickly returned to her though as the great unknown lay just beyond the TARDIS doors and she couldn’t help darting over, pulling them open to look at the new planet.

“Vulcan?” she asked, wrinkling her nose in confusion.  ”Isn’t that like…a volcano?  There aren’t volcanoes here, are there?”

(Source: lifeamongdistantstars)

◢ We Are Stars || Nine and Rose

Running with the Doctor; this was it, this was the best time of Rose’s life.  Running and laughing and never looking back, always heading toward something wonderful and fantastic.  It, without a doubt, beat life in London working in a shop.  Oh, Rose loved her mum, cared for Mickey, but the Doctor…the Doctor had the stars in his veins.  He was amazing and exciting and he showed her more than just history and bitchy trampolines—he showed her that she was amazing too.  Rose loved that.

“Don’t you ever change clothes?” she asked, stuffing yesterday’s shirt into her bag.  The TARDIS was beginning to look a bit like her room at home; clothes draped over the railings, bits of home strewn here and there to ‘give the place a more homey look’.  Every so often they’d swing by the Powell Estate to do a wash, check in and all that, but it was always off to time and space immediately after.  ”I swear, you must keep spare shirts in your room, because I’ve looked through the wardrobe…”

Rose flashed the Doctor a bright smile, really just taking the mickey rather than expressing actual concern or dislike.  The Doctor’s fashion had really started to grow on her and she couldn’t imagine him in anything else.  

“So where’re we off to today?” she asked, moving a bit closer to him on pretense of checking out the console.  Not that she could understand the various levers and buttons.  ”Ancient Egypt?  A Dalek spaceship?  Raxa…Raxaca…no, wait.”  Rose screwed her face up, searching for the word in her memory.  ”Raxacoricofallapatorius!”  She gave a laugh.  ”I got it right, didn’t I!”

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

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“No, I am bloody serious, Martin” Smirked. “I wouldn’t lie like that. I mean.. I do lie like that, but today I am being serious.” Licked his lip. “How I afforded it doesn’t matter.” Gave him a dismissing gesture. “Will you enjoy the stay or will be complaining over and over again? God, You’re definitely not happy, never. Nothing can please you”

“No, no, don’t get me wrong, of course I’m happy, but really if you did anything…illegal, or you know…unscrupulous…well it might get back to me, you know.”  Martin fidgeted a bit in his seat, really hoping they wouldn’t catch hell from Carolyn.

“I really could use the relaxation, though.  How many rooms?”

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

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“Yes it is. Since Carolyn isn’t here with us, I managed to book a better hotel. It’s the Copacabana Palace one.. I heard that many local telly stars go there once in a while, fancy isn’t it?” Smirked, letting out a small yawn.

“Well we just get there and sleep, simply like that. I need to rest this old grumpy body of mine someday..”

Martin was astonished, not at all accustomed to such a nice hotel.  ”Are you just taking the piss again?  Because if we arrive in Rio and it turns out our hotel is some little hole in the wall…”

He trailed off as he got a look at Douglas’ face, seeing that he looked quite earnest.  ”How on earth can you afford it?  Are you using the company card?  Carolyn couldn’t have cleared that!”

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

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“You sure?” He asked, really concerned, since he seemed quite pale. “Didn’t you dirty your trousers again, did you?” Sighed. “Well..” He looked straight again, the tropical city was starting to be visible, they were getting there. The ‘Cristo Redentor’ and the ‘Pão de Açucar ‘could be completely visible. “Isn’t it beautiful? I like this city.. It would be hot outside, though.”

“Yes, I’m sure, I’m fine.  That’s enough.”  Martin was hardly thinking about how lovely the city was and he definitely wasn’t worried about the heat.  Douglas wasn’t the sight-seeing type anyway.  They’d get into their hotel and Douglas would probably try to find the best place to eat.

“Where are we staying?  Is it nice enough?  I hope it has a good bed…”

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

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When Martin entered the flight deck again, Douglas knew since from the beginning that the pilot was crying. That made him rather confused, but he said nothing, just got another chocolate and ate it. He would need to have a very serious chat with Martin as they reached Brazil. At least he managed to book them all on Copacabana Hotel, in a quite nice location, there they would have a proper chat. Arthur wouldn’t be a problem for them, he would manage to find him busy somehow. 

  ‘Are you alright?”

“Of course, Douglas.”  His usual would-be superior tone was gone, replaced with a rather frail sounding attempt at being the commander.  Why was he such an idiot?  Why was he so cursed?  And now Douglas found him attractive but would never love him and treat him the way Martin wanted to be treated.  If anything it would be a quick shag and return to work.

“I must have eaten something funny earlier…”

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

ilostmyarcana:

He got silent, just observing Martin’s expressions, but also taking care if he casually passed out or something silly like that, which was completely possible. The flying went smoothly, anyway. Some complaints about Arthur’s food here and there, but that wasn’t really his problem anyway, he never actually cared.

All he had in mind, it was Martin. All about him, how silly, pathetic, poorly minded, cute, beautiful, arousing…. Oh wait. He couldn’t think like that. He had to focus. He couldn’t, though.

Martin quickly made his way to the loo where he became quite ill, feeling absolutely terribly having gotten himself worked up like this.  But god it was becoming more and more clear, wasn’t it?  He had a thing for Douglas.  Oh, hell, not even a thing.  At what point had he fallen in love with the first officer?

About ten minutes passed before Martin heard a knock at the door.  He straightened himself up, washed his face and rinsed his mouth and opened the door to find Arthur standing there, looking worried.

“All right, Skip?”

“Fine, of course I—”

“Because you didn’t sound fine at all.  Did you cry as well?”

“What?  No, I wasn’t—”

“You can tell me.  I won’t tell anyone.”

Martin felt a bit of color returning to his face, more than he would have liked.  ”I’m fine, Arthur, thank you.  I need to be returning to the flight deck…”

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

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“If you don’t want to, just say it.” Shrugged, grabbing a chocolate and eating, smirking a bit at him, just to tease him awkwardness. “I bet you want, though, your cheeks are almost the colour of your hair. I didn’t forget that you actually got aroused at the airport. Why are you still so nervous? Don’t be silly, god.”

Martin couldn’t do this.  Not when he…what were his feelings for Douglas, exactly?  They were so complicated sometimes that they turned his stomach in knots.  He wanted to be noticed and liked and treated like not only a proper pilot put a person.  He thought about Douglas a lot and…and he relied on him so much that he was practically useless without him, even if he was rather intelligent himself.  Did he love Douglas?

“Take over flying…”

He had gone from flushed to ghostly pale in a matter of moments and when he stood up, he swayed precariously.  He felt like he was going to be sick and at the same time he was in serious danger of passing out.  Oh, he hoped he didn’t manage some embarrassing combination of the two…

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

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“Oh no, stand still, Martin, I don’t want you to kill all of us just because we are about to shag.” Said, getting up and patting his back softly. “Breathe, come on, please..” he didn’t know if he was scared or surprised, even happy somehow.  “What do you mean ‘just’? So it means that you actually want to have sex with me, but you want me to call you the other day or something?” Snorted. “Relax, I wouldn’t be /that/ bastard.”

If there was ever a king of idiots, it was Martin Crieff.  He wanted nothing more than to curl in on himself, make himself as small as possible and just disappear, but it wasn’t happening.  

“N-No, that’s not…that’s not what I meant!  We’re not about to shag, either!”

◢ Rio de Janeiro - Douglas/Martin

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Douglas gasped, looking at him completely surprised. He hit his fingertips on his thigh, since it was so sudden, the first officer couldn’t barely think. But at the other side, it /was/ a good idea, Martin was cute, had a nice body, was so obviously sub and maybe that’s why he felt aroused at that time. A nice shag with someone like him didn’t sound a bad idea, who actually cares about being gay or not. He was single anyway.

“Er.. well.. I think.. that.. it isn’t a bad idea, I mean.. well.. “

“Wh-what?!  No!  Oh god….oh…no no, I didn’t expect you to…I was’t…it wasn’t a proposition, I didn’t…oh…”  Martin slumped over and buried his face in his hands, not only because he was embarrassed, but because he’d gotten so worked up that he was feeling that odd, floating sensation that he got just before he passed out.  The edges of his vision had gone dark and he was trying hard not to faint.

“Douglas, I…I’m sorry.  I don’t want to just have sex with you.”

Shit.  Did he say ‘just’…?