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 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Rose held onto him a few moments longer, then pulled back slightly so she could look at him, her cheeks covered in shimming streaks from the tears that had fallen. "When was the last time you ate?" she asked suddenly with a concerned and knowing look. "When Mum last put food in front of you?" He'd had trouble taking care of himself at first, being so used to the Time Lord way of life, and she remembered more than one occasion when he'd gone a full day without eating simply because he hadn't thought of it.

[identity profile] the-blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com 2009-03-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
She gave him a little knowing smile and gently took his hand in her own before stepping back and giving his arm a light tug. "C'mon," she said with a nod in the direction of the dining hall, "let's get some food. 'm kinda starved, myself." She wasn't really, she'd pretty much forgotten about food entirely that day, but it would cushion the blow of her reminder.

"Gets easier, you know," she told him quietly. "Some days you had to tell me to eat, we'd get so wrapped up in things."