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New fic: No Alias (DW)

Title: No Alias
Author: Aenaria/io_aenaria
Character/Pairing: Ten II/Rose (JE compliant)
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s one of the fundamental rights of being human, the right to a name. And he chose his long ago.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.



Author's Notes: Really, this is just a way for me to work my head around some post-Journey's End issues that keep cropping up in my head. Progress will resume on your regularly scheduled non-JE compliant reunion fic soon (most likely after this weekend - parents are coming up to see the new apartment, which means no time for writing, alas). Thanks for reading. :)

No Alias

He’s got many aliases in this new world (new world, new body – an imperfect body, neither wholly Time Lord nor wholly human. Something new). There’s a name for many of the different situations he finds himself in.

* * *

When they arrive back at Pete’s mansion after the long haul back from Norway, Jackie takes charge of the lot of them and packs them off to various showers and gets the tea set up. Tea, the cure for everything, he thinks ironically as he hunches over on Rose’s bed and nurses his mug. What tea can’t cure is the current yawning chasm between him and Rose right now. Even though she’s sitting barely feet from him on the bed, it feels like she’s miles away. Something inside him, maybe that glimmer of human intuition granted from Donna, tells him to be patient and to let Rose sleep first. Sleep helps to revive the mind and give clarity when there isn’t often some. Then he could set about explaining to her that, while he’s got this new body that even he doesn’t quite understand yet, in his memories, experiences, feelings, personality he is the Doctor. There’s no question in his head about that; he just needs to show her. To his surprise he ends up falling asleep first, slumping over into the pillows. When he awakes he finds that Rose is there fast asleep next to him, with his hand grasped tightly in hers. From somewhere behind him he can hear Jackie muttering something about a ‘little lost alien’. He closes his eyes again and holds onto Rose’s hand even tighter.

* * *

When he assists Torchwood with those wayward aliens that suddenly find themselves on this planet (just like him – he’s got a unique perspective on their situation that a rare few others could claim to have) he goes by one name. It’s emblazoned on his ID cards, his business cards, and it’s how the security staff signs him in to headquarters. It’s a very human name, and so he insists that the word ‘Doctor’ is tacked in front of it, his hard earned title. Eventually his Torchwood colleagues end up calling him Doctor instead of the full title (he always insisted, just call him ‘Doctor’, and finally it seems to have stuck) and it feels good. The only time Rose calls him by the full name is when she wants to get on his nerves and knows just which button to push. She always says it with a grin though, tongue poking out from the corner of her lips just like he remembers. He can never stay mad at her when she does that.

* * *

Then there’s the time when, by some fluke of a chance, a few short stories of his, thinly veiled versions of some of his wide and varied adventures over the centuries scrawled down for preservation and a form of therapy, are published in a well known science magazine as ‘Featured Fiction of the Month’. He only has two requests: one, that they don’t publish the one about the Daleks and two: that they’re published under a pen name. They grant him that, publishing the stories under another unassuming human name.

To his utter surprise, the short tales about ‘The Storyteller’ become wildly popular. It’s a bit uncomfortable to see all his years reduced to mere fantasy tales, but at the urging of the well meaning but rather pushy crew he considers family (Jackie most certainly takes the prize for the pushiest, while Pete stays in the background pretending not to know what’s going on and knowing full well how to avoid Jackie’s wrath. Tony, at seven years old, just giggles at the look on the Doctor’s face) he turns the stories into a more cohesive book. Rose is by his side as he signs one of his names to the contract authorizing the printing, wearing her own alias of Vitex Heiress, holding his hand and smiling proudly. Every time he looks at her though it’s far too easy to see the real Rose peeking through, the defender of the Earth who fights long and hard for those she loves. He feels honored to be included in that exclusive group, and now, finally, he can return the sentiment. The passage of time feels different on his skin now, and he is determined to make the most of it.

* * *

But of all those names, none of them are him. They are covers, cloaks he covers himself with it fit into this strange, new world. They make it far easier to blend into this earthly life, but they’re something that can be easily shucked and left behind when he gets home. Because when he’s there, with Rose, he knows exactly who he is and who he’s meant to be.

As they make love in the small backyard of their rented cottage, with the stars sparkling high in the sky where they belong and their baby (but growing stronger every day) TARDIS casting bluey-grey shadows on the grass and on their skin, Rose whispers his name in his ear.

“Doctor,” she breathes against his skin, a damp rush of breath from her human lungs.

She knows all of his names, all of the aliases he uses in this new life, the ones he used to hide in the old universe, even the mystery of his real name that he hid away from the universes so long ago. Always, and especially in times like this, she uses the name he chose to call himself, the name that defines him, the name that followed this new, half human body into this upside-down universe. She knows him, knows that while they are two separate bodies now travelling along two separate timelines, the hearts, the hearts that they share and that he was lucky enough to take with him, are and have always been the same.

He is the Doctor.

Comments

( 21 comments — Leave a comment )
javabreeze
Aug. 20th, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
Just beautiful. I especially love the image of the Doctor falling asleep before Rose and finding out that she's asleep next to him. Aww....
io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:04 am (UTC)
Thanks very much. :) Yeah, that first part popped out of nowhere, but I'm very glad you like it.
honorh
Aug. 20th, 2008 03:15 am (UTC)
Lovely look at this. I like that you don't tell us any of the names he goes by; they're invisible and unimportant. He's the Doctor, and that's all that matters.
io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:06 am (UTC)
You're absolutely right, that the other names don't matter at all. I can't see him ever wanting to be called by any other name, hence this little ficlet. Thanks for reading. :)
thatlibrarylady
Aug. 20th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
Gorgeous!
io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:06 am (UTC)
Thanks!
karenor
Aug. 20th, 2008 04:18 am (UTC)
I really love this. I find the Ten II can't possibly want to be called 'the Doctor' thing seen in a lot of fics as terribly out of character for how I see him. Because i DO see him as the Doctor. As he sees himself in this fic. Thanks for sharing!
io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:08 am (UTC)
I agree totally. That was sort of what spurred on this fic, a bit of a knee-jerk reaction to seeing him be called and want to be called by other names in fic instead of 'The Doctor'. Horribly out of character, and defeats the whole point of that storyline for me. And then a ficlet was born, lol. Thank you for reading!
isiscaughey
Aug. 20th, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
Lovely.
io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:08 am (UTC)
Thank you!
electrictoes
Aug. 20th, 2008 06:01 am (UTC)
Absolutely wonderful.
io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:08 am (UTC)
Why thanks! :)
sunnytyler001
Aug. 20th, 2008 08:29 pm (UTC)
Wow. SO beautiful!
io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:10 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it! :)
bananasandroses
Aug. 20th, 2008 10:23 pm (UTC)

I am horribly ambivalent about Ten II (chiefly because of how Ten is, the last time we see him), but I really did like this fic.

io_aenaria
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:34 am (UTC)
I look at this as a form of therapy. During that scene, all I want to do to Ten is thump him firmly upside the head. It helped to convince me that no matter what, human or alien, boyz are stoopid (spelling deliberate). I am glad that you gave it a chance and liked it. :)

(Oh, and I'm also now working on that non-JE compliant, pre-reunion kidfic that I mentioned to you previously. Hopefully that will help make things a little better. ;))
cailetls
Aug. 20th, 2008 11:20 pm (UTC)
Very sweet. I like it that they are comfortable enough with this whole thing for Rose to tease him with his assumed name.
io_aenaria
Aug. 23rd, 2008 09:51 am (UTC)
I envisioned those later scenes taking a bit down the road for them, so maybe by that point they're okay enough together that she can tease him with whatever silly name he's decided to use. ;) Thanks for reading!
kalleah
Aug. 21st, 2008 01:33 am (UTC)
The best part of this is the mystery of the unimportant names ... and I like that Rose uses one when she's annoyed with him. Ha.
io_aenaria
Aug. 23rd, 2008 09:53 am (UTC)
That's exactly why I didn't end up mentioning them. It's fun to come up with those names, but not the point. ;) And yes, if he's being a bit touchy she will easily whip one out and start ragging him with it. Thanks for reading! :)
caterwolime
Aug. 24th, 2008 01:05 am (UTC)
Sweetastic!
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