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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 2009-03-17 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Rose pursed her lips and shook her head. "Nah," she dismissed the idea easily. "Jack's down on the first floor, 'nd if it was supposed to mean anythin', he'd be up here with the rest of us."

[identity profile] the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com 2009-03-18 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked at him with an amused raised eyebrow. "That is a strange thing for you," she observed. "You're usually shakin' every hand in sight and ruffling all kinds of feathers."

She couldn't begin to describe how wonderful it felt for him to be leading her somewhere. Just to have his hand in hers, pulling her along... She'd woken up in the middle of so many nights just wanting to reach over and take his hand.