bluesuit_handy: (serious face)
bluesuit_handy ([personal profile] bluesuit_handy) wrote2009-03-06 11:15 pm
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Who: Handy and Rose
Where: Hallway/Banquet Hall
When: Evening, after Handy's chat with Jack, and after he meets Temperance Brennan; also after Rose's conversation with Jack.
Summary: Troubled by what Jack said about Rose avoiding the Doctor and about her being from "after" Handy, said Handy decides to seek her out.


Handy left the library sometime in the late afternoon to take up wandering through the hallways of the hotel. He wasn't entirely sure whether or not he was looking for Rose - he both desperately wanted to talk to her after what Jack had told him and, at the same time (though he would never admit it to himself) he was at least a little bit afraid at what her reaction might be to seeing him again (not to mention that, as obvious as it was from what Jack had said, he didn't want to confirm the fact of his own death). He couldn't remember a time as the Doctor when he'd been so shy about anything, but then he wasn't really the Doctor. Not completely. A few speech patterns hadn't been the only thing he had inherited from Donna. For all that she was so brash and loud and brave on the outside, she (and thus Handy) didn't have that old self-assurance that had gotten the Doctor through so much of his life. They were both good at pretending, though, even to themselves, so Handy told himself that he hadn't immediately sought Rose out when he discovered her presence because he'd wanted to spend some time exploring by himself, not because he was afraid that the person on whom he'd come to rely for stability in his thus far very short life would turn him away.

It was good that he'd managed to convince himself of that, or else he might have turned right back around and gone back to hide in his room when he turned a corner and spotted her.

[identity profile] the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com 2009-03-08 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
She paused, her hand frozen on the way to scooping some cooked vegetables onto her plate. Oh... right. She'd tried to forget those first days, when things had been so confusing and... Taking a deep breath, she set her plate down on the edge of the counter. "I do, yeah," she confirmed quietly, not looking at him. "I know I didn't back then, and... 'm sorry bout that. But to me..." She turned to face him suddenly. "You are my Doctor, not the other one," she told him firmly. "It was weird at first, I know, and I should have acted differently, but I didn't, and 'm so sorry I did that to you."

[identity profile] the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com 2009-03-08 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
That grin did a lot to help ease her guilt over the way things had gone early on in their relationship. She could almost see that look in his eyes that meant he was counting out the victories over the other him; she recognized it from the times when he'd actually done so out loud.

She turned back to her plate, but glanced over when he started talking again. "What, how 's always exactly what you want, how you want it?" she questioned, then shrugged and went back to grabbing some vegetables and chicken. "Hadn't noticed. Nope." She set down the serving spoon and reached over to set a hand on his shoulder. "'s this place's version of 'normal', Doctor. Just go with it, and ask your questions after you've enjoyed devouring the food."

[identity profile] the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com 2009-03-08 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Rose blinked and gave him a look. "Uh, no," she said with hesitation, eying the orange stuff he'd put on his plate. "But, you know, this place probly doesn't really care bout the difference between what you want and what's good for ya." If it did, it wouldn't give people an endless supply of alcohol.

[identity profile] the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com 2009-03-08 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Rose's jaw fell in amused disbelief and she pointed a serving spoon at him. "Just you watch it, mister," she warned him with narrowed eyes. "I don't want to have to find a pear to throw at you."

Plopping the spoon back down into its tray, she turned and headed for a nearby table, setting her plate down before taking a seat. She couldn't remember how this him had reacted to that threat, but later him had always been pretty amused by it.

[identity profile] the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com 2009-03-08 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose could see right through that 'serious' look of his and it made her break out in a smile. "I think this is the sort of place that would probably love to see you break out in a nervous allergic reaction at the thought of a pear coming near you," she informed him. "Seems just that sort of twisted to me. So's you better be on your guard, Doctor. If you get on my bad side, I might even try to make you eat one."