Leather and Trainers (drabble)Author: sinecure
- My master fic listCharacter/Pairing:
Angst, drabble, hurt/comfortSummary:
Rose is having a hard time dealing with the loss of Nine.Disclaimer:
I don't own Doctor Who.Author's Notes:
for the beta.Note:
This was a gift for Boyym for the Support Stacie Author Auction
Hangers rocked back and forth as Rose, in knickers and bra, pawed through her closet. It wasn't here. She needed it now, needed-- sighing, she leaned against the doorjamb. Needed him here with her, but that was impossible.
At a sound from her doorway, she dropped her eyes to the floor.
One bare foot settled over the other.
Footsteps crossed her room, different now. White trainers appeared beside her feet and a familiar sound reached her ears. Looking up, she saw leather.
"I'm still him."
He wrapped her in his arms. She inhaled familiarity, cheek against his unfamiliar chest.