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Someone's Little Girl: Dr. Who Ficet
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Someone’s Little Girl
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Summary: She thought they had all the time in the world.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Work Count: 387
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt “Doctor Who: Nine/Rose, the doctor dances.” Obviously it didn't come out very porny.

Someone’s Little Girl

It started out with an argument about Jane Austen.

“I had to read Pride and Prejudice back in school,” Rose said.  “All those stuck up people sending about their proper little notes bored me senseless.”

“Bored you senseless?” The Doctor hollered.  “You couldn’t have had much sense to begin with if you didn’t think that book was bloody marvelous.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

So they ended up going to Hampshire, 1796.  Turned out they weren’t the only time travelers about.  A particularly ruthless talent agent from the 31^st century was transporting whole populations of villages to the future to serve as period extras in movie musicals. 

They had to put a stop to all that, but when it was sorted out there was a lovely dance at the manor, to which Rose and the Doctor were most emphatically not invited but they nonetheless hung about outside, just to listen to the music, then he took her hand (things always started with him taking her hand) and they danced a bit.  Then she put her feet on top of his and danced with him that way (made her nearly as tall as him). 

“I never had a chance to dance this way with my dad,” she said.  And a funny look came over his face, sort of sad but with a crooked smile.

“But I’m not your dad, Rose, am I?”  He said.  There was both regret and yearning in his voice.

Then she realized he was holding her quite close.  So close she could hear his two hearts pounding in his chest.  She looked up at him, he was looking at her and she wondered for the first time if he fancied her, if there was more to it than dashing about having adventures.  No, she knew there was more to it, knew he fancied her but it was too complicated that way.  She just wanted to be someone’s little girl and if they were going to be more, well, she thought like children always think, that there was all the time in the world, that he’d always be there to take care of her, to hold her hand.

“Where to next?”  She asked (brightly but transparently) and he named some far off planet in a distant era and they were off once more…