You Have No Idea, TenII/Rose, PG
“She didn’t want for anything, was happier than she’d ever been. So she felt horribly selfish, as she sat at her desk with her chin in her hand, to wish for anything more.”, 1574
Rose Tyler loved the Doctor. She loved waking up next to him every morning, and going to bed every night knowing he’d stay with her, even if he didn’t sleep himself. She loved the life they were making. She had the love of her life, her mother, a father and baby brother. She’d lost a few friends, but made so many more. She had an education that had allowed her to have a good job. She didn’t want for anything, was happier than she’d ever been. So she felt horribly selfish, as she sat at her desk with her chin in her hand, to wish for anything more.
But she did. And it was such a silly thing. She huffed and blew a strand of hair from her face. When she’d been on the TARDIS it had access to any telly channels ever broadcast across the universe. She’d quickly gotten addicted to a silly television show from America about two brothers who drove around the continent and fought monsters. She knew from experience that not all monsters were terrible, but it had drawn her in anyway. She’d frequently wind down after an adventure with the Doctor by sitting on the sofa in the library with her eyes glued to the drama playing out between the Winchester boys.
She’d only gotten through three seasons, as the Americans called them, before she’d been trapped in Pete’s World. For years she hadn’t even thought of the show, being much more focused on getting the Dimension Cannon to work. But earlier today she’d been down in the weapons department of Torchwood and found a whole stock of Winchester firearms. Suddenly she remembered the show she had loved, and she also remembered how she’d left it: with her favorite brother trapped in Hell.
She was preoccupied the rest of the day, trying to remember the fifty or so episodes that she’d seen aboard the TARDIS. So she was surprised when the Doctor managed to sneak up on her at home that night. She’d decided the best way to remember it was to write it down. And, she figured with a shrug, since this universe didn’t have the show here, maybe she could write it down and sell it. Not that she needed the money, but it was an amusing thought.
“Who are Sam and Dean Winchester?” The Doctor spoke from just behind her shoulder. She yelped and clutched her chest.
“Make some noise, would you?!”
“I shouted when I came in,” he said, eyebrows raised. He pointed to the front door. “You didn’t hear me. Something for Torchwood then?”
“Oh, erm, no.” She hated bringing up the TARDIS to him, this half-human man who spent hours every day carefully cultivating their tiny piece of coral in the hopes he would have the stars again. “Do you remember how I would watch telly in the library… before?”
“Well, I got really hooked on this show. I’d forgotten about it until today.” She blushed and picked at her nails. “Don’t have it here, in Pete’s World.”
“Rose Tyler. Are you trying to ask me for something?” She glanced up at him, confused at his goofy grin.
“The program from the telly you miss. Are you asking me for it?”
“Well, not reall-“ she started but didn’t finish.
“You hardly ever ask me for anything! You, Rose Tyler, are a strong and independent woman. Makes a bloke feel a bit useless, sometimes.”
“You’re not useless!” she cried and stood from her chair to loop her arms around his neck. “I need you all the time!”
“Oh,” he said gently and kissed the tip of her nose. “I don’t mean like that. I mean for other things. I’ve trapped you here, Rose-“
“I mean it. I didn’t mean to, I promised you the stars. The closest we can get are the zeppelins now.”
“But that’s not your fau-“
“BUT,” he interrupted rudely. He’d always been a bit rude, sticking his fingers in other people’s marmalade jars and all that, but with his extra bit of Donna Noble in him, he’d developed the horrible habit of talking over the top of her when he got too excited. “But I can give you this!”
Rose had, after all his manic declarations, almost forgotten what they were talking about. She didn’t get a chance to ask him, either, before he snogged her breathless and dashed out the front door.
She was debating on following him when she heard the unmistakable sound of his trainers on the roof. The little guest house they lived in on the Tyler estate had undergone numerous experiments by its new occupant, and Rose had gotten quite used to hearing him gallivanting across the roof. When he stopped, she poked her head out of the window and listened for him.
Sure enough, he called to her. “Turn on the telly!”
His head flipped over the edge of the roof, upside down, to stare at her. “Turn on the telly, please.”
She smiled at him, shook her head, and did what he asked. “Now what?” she hollered to him.
“Punch this number into the remote. Ready?”
“Hold on a tic!” she shouted, rooting around frantically for it in the sofa cushions. “Right! Go ahead!”
“That’s not going to register on our set. It’s too big a number.”
“Oh, just do it!”
She sighed and punched the numbers in. The screen went black. She walked to the window and stuck her head out. “I think you’ve broken it. You’ll have to tell mum. I’m not bringing up another broken appliance.”
“I didn’t break it, blondie!”
“Oi! Watch it!”
“What’s it doing now?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Nothing.”
“Really?” His head reappeared, upside down, squinting to see the screen. He disappeared again, and she heard his sonic screech into a higher setting. “Check now!”
“Oh! There’s a loading bar!”
“Right!” he swung down through the window, landing surprisingly well on his long legs.
“You couldn’t have used the door?”
“Limited time, Rose, that was much faster.” He brushed past her and aimed the sonic at the screen, waving away the resultant smoke. With a few sharp smacks, he brought an image into focus. “Voila! You are now receiving all possible channels from both universes!”
“What?” she gasped and rushed over to kneel beside him. “How is that possible?”
“Our TARDIS coral is telepathically connected to the other TARDIS. Same body, just in different places. Just imagine that our baby and the other TARDIS are holding hands. The wall between our universes is like concrete, poured solid so we can’t get through. BUT, our TARDISes are still holding hands, they’ve sustained a connection, the concrete poured around them.”
“So we could get back? There’s still a hole?”
“No. There’s no way to break the telepathic connection. And even if you did, the hole would just seal around it. But it does mean that this little coral can tap into the mainframe of the other!”
“But it’s so small still. Will it be too much for it? I don’t want to hurt it for some programs on the telly.”
“Nah. It’s just a simple signal magnification. It’ll do her some good to have something to do. She’s advanced enough to get bored.”
The whole time he was talking, he was manically flipping through channels. He finally stopped on one. “On demand, just like before! All the episodes of ‘Supernatural’ that have ever, or will ever be made at your fingertips Miss Tyler.”
She grinned and kissed him. Thrilled with this simple gift he’d given her. “Thank you!”
“Now, I’m going to run and get us some dinner. Does curry sound good? I’ll be back in a bit.”
She nodded and settled into her favorite chair, picking back up where she left off. An hour later, the Doctor came in, bringing with him the delicious smells of curry, only to be tackled. Rose kindly had managed to set their dinner aside before bearing him to the ground. She’d loved watching her show, loved instantly being drawn back in as if no time had passed. But most of all, she’d loved that he had done this for her. Had done something for no other reason than to make her happy. Hadn’t asked for anything in return. So, she repaid him anyway. He didn’t protest as she yanked his shirt from his trousers, pushing his jackets off of his shoulders. He’d worn the brown suit similar to his old one. He didn’t do it very often, but said it was nice, every now and then. She took the time to strip off her own clothes before urging him on.
A short time later, straightening his clothes, the Doctor looked over at her and grinned. “Not that I’m complaining, in the slightest, but that’s not your usual approach. Spill it. Who are you and what have you done with Rose Tyler?”
She rearranged her features out of her own satisfied smile and burrowed down into his over coat. “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition,” she quoted. She laughed, leaned over to kiss him languidly, before scooping up their dinner and walking to the kitchen.
“You have no idea,” he said quietly, watching her hum as she emptied their cartons onto plates. She didn’t hear him.
“Want to watch the next episode with me?” She called out, smiling.