Three little words. Just three little words, but three of the most difficult to tell someone. Especially for a person who had been born into a society that discouraged its members to avoid attachment to other species.
He knew he should say those words, make sure that she knew how he felt. He wanted with both of his hearts to say them, but his mind overruled him. So he told her in other ways.
Taking her to see Christmas in Cardiff with Charles Dickens and seeing the wonder in her eyes.
Giving her her own TARDIS key.
Paying for their chips and tea and putting up with the teasing about their "first date".
Saving her life over and over, no matter what.
Holding her hand and exchanging hugs whenever possible.
Risking a regeneration with unannounced visits home to Jackie of the super-slap.
Always forgiving her when she messes everything up.
Taking her in his arms and finally kissing her, giving up his own life to save her one last time. Protecting his beautiful, fantastic Rose.
As he pulls away, watching her eyes flutter closed, the Doctor finally whispers the three words he could never say before: I love you.
Written on prompt 12: "A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave. Mohandas Gandhi", for the second round of the [link] Nine/Rose Ficathon
I usually don't read your stuff just because it is one big story and I don't like starting stories in the middle but I liked this one. It was well written and something anyone could understand!
Why thanks! And you know, you can always ask to borrow my dvds of the show so you can follow along with the other stories I've done. Thanks so much again and Merry Christmas!