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The Way of Things, Chapter 44

Peter/Rose B&W Things
Title – The Way of Things, Chapter 44
Authorjlrpuck 
Rating – K
Pairing – Peter Carlisle/Rose Tyler
Spoilers – For both Blackpool and S2 of Doctor Who.
Disclaimer – Characters from Blackpool and Doctor Who are the property of the BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary – A post-Doomsday story, set in the Alt!Verse. It's been over three years since Rose and the Doctor said goodbye. What happens when she not only meets his doppelganger, but has to work with him?
Author’s Notes – The last chapter proper, wherein a few final things are wrapped up but many more questions are left unanswered—after all, that’s what ficlets are for. The epilogue will be posted on Monday, 31 December.

Many, many thanks to my beta’s, earlgreytea68  and arctacuda , and to my final sanity check, rosa_acicularis . misssara11  is the one who encouraged me to start writing in the first place, and who read over my early efforts at this story.



Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 | Chapter 36 | Chapter 37 | Chapter 38 | Chapter 39 | Chapter 40 | Chapter 41 | Chapter 42 | Chapter 43 | Chapter 44 | Epilogue


Rose finished signing her name with a flourish, and tossed the pen onto the table. The report was done, printed, approved—and all that was left was to send it to London later that afternoon. No word had yet come back on the password to the tech, but it was the only remaining question left unanswered in the dozens of pages in front of her.

She and her team had managed to grab catnaps throughout the morning and mid-day, rotating shifts, as it were, as work was finished. Mickey and Jake had driven back to the hotel, giving the keys to the van to Frank and Susan so they could return with the computer; she had snuck in a nap, finding a few armless chairs to line up against the wall and stretch out on, as James put his hidden skill of typing to work. When she’d awoken a few hours later, he’d managed to transcribe each of the team’s handwritten reports and compile them into a comprehensive whole. They’d begged the use of the printer from Peter, and the final draft of the report would be hand-carried back to London by Frank and Susan.

She leaned back, stretching; she’d needed the sleep, but she wasn’t so sure about the cricks in her neck and back that the unforgiving chairs had caused. Maybe she’d be able to make it up again that night? Her mind drifted to thoughts of staying with Peter again, of making love to him and falling asleep held in his arms. She could get used to sleeping like that, she was quite sure.

James had left as she was reading the report, muttering something about going to find Frank and Susan and see if they were ready to leave yet. She’d nodded absently, knowing he was leaving her space to do her final in-field duty: make the call back to London. She’d checked in once Swinson had been arrested, and again when Peter had returned from the hospital; but now it was her duty to ring back to headquarters, to let them know the tech was en-route along with the report, and that Swinson would not only survive but was expected to make a full recovery. At which point she would be compelled to report that her fieldwork was done, and she was available to report back to London at the Institute’s pleasure. There was still plenty of work left to do on the case, tying up remaining ancillary paperwork, ensuring there were no loose ends left dangling; but all of the leadership responsibilities—her responsibilities—for concluding a case had traditionally been done from Greenwich. One or two of her team would be expected to stay in Kendal until the constabulary were certain they had what they needed to go to trial—but Torchwood would be expecting the team leader back.

She stared at the phone sitting next to her, dreading the call she was obliged to make. She wanted to stay in Kendal, to spend time getting to properly know Peter now that there were no work-related distractions. She had weeks—months, really—of leave accrued; she wanted to take them immediately, to hand off the final stages of her team’s work to someone else so she could stay with Peter.

She was terrified of leaving him, of something happening or coming between them, keeping them apart. It was irrational, a holdover from how things had ended with the Doctor, but it still gnawed at her; she didn’t want to be more than a mile away from Peter, if she could help it, and closer would certainly be better. They’d not come close to talking about what would happen when the case was over, about the distance between London and Kendal and how they might try to overcome it and keep this thing they had going.

The intensity of her desire to keep seeing Peter, to find a way to be with him, was frightening as well. She had a sneaking suspicion she’d let the world fall to pieces if it meant being able to see him—he was like a newly discovered drug, her addiction to him making her willing to contemplate things she never would have done in the past.

She heard the door open, sensed Peter walk into the room behind her; she felt heat creep up her neck as she listened to his footfalls cross the room. He collapsed into the chair across from her—his chair—and looked at her wearily. He looked like hell.

“You get any sleep?” she asked softly.

He waved his hand carelessly. “Who needs sleep when you have unreserved quantities of fine police station-quality coffee at your disposal?”

“Will you be able to go home soon, at least?”

“I should be able to. The question is—when can you leave?” He gazed at her intently, and she felt her cheeks flush.

“Just one last phone call to make.” Her eyes dropped to her phone.

“Ah.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Peter—”

“Rose—”

They looked at each other, and she saw the corners of Peter’s eyes crinkle in amusement. “Yes, Rose?”

Her gaze dropped to the table as she took a deep breath. “We…I…This call, they’re going to tell me to come back.” She raised her eyes to his. “What are we going to do?”

He looked at her steadily, his face softening. “I suppose I’ll have to remember how to use the zeppelin, Rose.” He watched her, and continued. “I’ll do what I have to, to make this work—come down to visit, convince the fine Chief to give me leave; something, anything, to keep seeing you. Well, within the confines of the law which I’ve sworn to uphold and protect,” he added as an afterthought.

Rose felt herself smile, and watched as Peter’s lips quirked. She sighed. “I know. ‘s just…’s like I said, that night up on the castle. It feels magical up here. Like it’s another world.”

His gaze sobered. “Do you think that will go away, if we see each other someplace else?”

“No! No, not at all. ‘s just…It’s comfortable up here.”

“I understand Torchwood might have a vacancy up here, if you were looking to move…” Peter blushed, and hastened to add. “Or Mickey or Jake.” He looked down at his hands, playing idly with a Biro.

Rose shifted, uncertain of what to say; the thought of moving up here, to be with him? It interested her more than it ought to, really; they’d been dating for two weeks, sleeping together for two days. It was far too soon to even begin contemplating something like that. “What, so I could have a place to stay when I came to visit? You know Mickey would insist on chaperoning, were he up here. And Jake would offer to take you out every chance he got, hoping to win you over. You’d never get a break.” She kept her tone light, teasing—and was rewarded with the appearance of Peter’s dimples.

She loved his dimples.

“It’s a fair point.” He set the Biro down, and moved around the table to sit next to her. “It’s not insurmountable, you know—the distance. I’ll just not be able to knock on your door in the middle of the night, or to call to ask if you’d like to meet for a meal in a few minutes. Neither will you be able to stop in and visit Louise of a morning, to provide gossip for her afternoon tea.”

Rose blushed, ducking her head as she laughed. “’m happy to help fuel the local gossip economy.”

“It was going into a bit of a depression, what with WestEnders off the air for a bit.” He took her hands in his. “You know, don’t you, that I’d drop everything for you? If you came to town?”

Rose felt her throat close, and she swallowed, nodding. “Yeah.” She squeezed his hands, willing the vise around her chest to loosen. “And…if you came down…to London, for a visit? I’d like that.” Her voice was a whisper.

“We can do this, Rose. I want to do this, to keep what we’ve got.” He was leaning towards her, his gaze and his voice overflowing with intensity.

She felt her gaze drift to his lips as she replied, “So do I.”

He closed the distance between them, kissing her fiercely; she freed her hands from his, brought them to his shoulders, up the back of his neck, into his hair; he brought his arms around her, practically pulled her into his lap as he deepened the kiss.

She forgot, for a moment, where she was, her entire being focused on kissing Peter, on trying to convey to him in some measure how much she felt for him, cared for him; he kissed her in kind, mouth moving against hers even as his hands held her to him.

She pulled back with a gasp, her lungs screaming for air, after several moments; she opened her eyes, watched Peter slowly blink his open, and she felt her heart clench at how lovely he looked freshly snogged. She wanted to make him look like that as often as she possibly could, regardless of where they were—London, Kendal, the moon, it didn’t matter.

His eyes met hers, his gaze so intense she wondered if he wasn’t trying to communicate telepathically with her; she brought a hand around to lightly cup his jaw, her fingers stroking the stubble darkening the skin, and smiled softly. “Hello, stranger.”

He kissed her palm. “Hello.” He returned to looking at her, and smiled gently.

She leaned forward, brushed a light kiss on his cheek, before wiggling from her awkwardly compromising position. “I think I’d best get work out of the way before we…ah…continue?” Her voice rose, hopefully, on the last word, and she saw Peter’s eyes darken.

“Excellent plan—because once we resume, I’ve no intention of stopping.”

She felt her heart skip a beat, and Peter gave her a slow smile. “I can’t work if you keep doing that,” she said, teasingly.

“I know.” His voice was low, laughter lacing the two words, and she playfully swatted at him.

“C’mon, let me get this done so we can leave.” He stood, preparing to leave, and she stopped him. “You can stay…if you like.”

He looked at her, took a breath to speak; paused, then leaned down. “You need to focus on work. Find me when you’re ready to leave.” He kissed her forehead, and walked out of the room.

She picked up the phone, turning it over in her hands before biting her lip and dialling the number for Greenwich. Once she was done, she could send the rest of the team back to the hotel, and go find Peter.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

Peter found James, Susan, and Frank in Ian’s office, gossiping and trading jokes; Ian was nowhere to be seen. They invited him in with a grin, and he spent the next hour finding that he still had the skills to be sociable, that he genuinely enjoyed being with Rose’s co-workers. He wondered if it was because he knew he’d not work with them again; he had the luxury of liking them, knowing that they’d not be around to disappoint him on down the line.

He always did get excessively cynical when he was exhausted. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and James laughed.

“Studies prove that doing that won’t help you stay awake, you know.”

“I know,” he muttered grumpily in response.

“So what’re you going to do, now that we’re done?” James asked. Peter had the sense that the question was about more than just the case.

“You lot might be finished; I’m most certainly not. Plenty of work yet to be done, and I’ve every intention of seeing it through.”

James nodded thoughtfully. “Will we see you in London, then?”

“I expect so,” he replied steadily.

James grinned. “Brilliant! If you’ve the time, we’ll have to go for a pint.” James winked, before turning to speak with Susan once more.

Peter slowly let his eyes close, reckoning the others in the office wouldn’t begrudge him a quick doze. He’d managed to sneak in short naps a few times over the course of the day, but his body was finally reaching the breaking point—he’d have to get a proper sleep, and soon.

He fell into a deep sleep, even managing to dream briefly, before he was awoken. Rose was whispering to him, her hand lightly rasping across his the stubble lining his jaw, and he blearily blinked his eyes open. She smiled at him, and he felt his lips curve in response.

“Let’s get you home, sleepyhead,” she said, straightening.

He sat up, looking around him in confusion. The office was empty, and he noted the light outside the windows wasn’t as bright as it had been. “How long was I out?”

Rose looked at her watch. “Well, James said you fell asleep about four; it’s been about an hour, then? I’m impressed you were able to sleep like that.” She gestured to his position, seated in a wooden chair against the wall.

“Years of practice.”

Rose gave him a considering look. “The lads had talked of meeting for a quick celebratory drink before kicking off for the night; but I think maybe it’s worth giving it a miss.”

“No, I think I can manage a drink. So long as it’s quick.”

“Hmmm.” She looked at him in concern. “I think I’ll be driving you home, then.”

He felt his heart leap. “You will?”

She grinned. “Well, what’s the point of getting a change of clothes otherwise?”

Peter looked at her, confused. “When’d you do that?”

“You were out cold, and none of us wanted to disturb you—so I snuck off before waking you up. One of us had to go get Mickey and Jake, at any rate, for drinks. Everyone’s already off down the pub.”

“You’ll be staying the night again?” He was having a hard time fathoming it. Three nights with Rose Tyler—triple what he’d ever dared to dream.

Rose shook her head in mock frustration. “’s what I’ve been saying, isn’t it?” She leaned down, held his gaze. “Peter, I’m going to come home with you, spend the night with you. If you want me to.”

“Yes,” he breathed, barely able to think much beyond the simple statement.

“Well, then. Let’s go have this drink.” She grinned, holding her hand out to him as she straightened. He took it, and was pulled to his feet by Rose.

He was still in a daze as he followed her to the coat rack, as she handed his coat over to him. Some of it was exhaustion; more of it, he thought, was Rose. She looked at him, a piercing glance, and she paused. “You sure you’re up for this? You look a right wreck.”

“You know just what to say to make a man feel…” He trailed off. ‘Loved’ is what he wanted to say, drolly; he hastily substituted in, “appreciated.”

She finished pulling on her coat and reached down for his hand. “You are, you know.” She rubbed their joined hands. “Let’s go celebrate, ‘k?”

They walked down to the pub, were greeted with cheers by the slightly rowdy bunch at the bar. Mickey, Jake, James, Penington—they were all grinning and laughing, pints in hand. Frank and Susan, too, were there, each holding what looked to be non-alcoholic drinks; he supposed they still had work to do that day, and would need to be alert. Penington had invited his girlfriend, Anna, to join in the celebration, and she hugged Peter when Penington introduced the two of them. He saw Rose stifle a laugh at his surprised expression, and he forced himself to find something suitably appropriate to say in response to the enthusiastic greeting.

Penington passed him a pint of ale, and he took an appreciative sip of the beverage as he looked once more at Rose. She had a pint of stout, and he almost dropped his glass as she licked the froth from her lips while gazing steadily at him.

He glanced down at the drink in his hand, weighing how quickly he’d be able to down it and get them out of there. He looked up, and saw Rose grinning at him.

She turned to the bar, picked up a piece of tableware, and turned, clinking the metal against her glass. “A toast!”

The group turned expectantly towards her, and she continued. “To another success!” She grinned, adding, “And to our colleagues in Kendal, without whose assistance we’d have failed.” She raised her glass, the group shouting, “Hear, hear!” before taking a long draught.

Peter took a sip, and found several sets of eyes looking at him expectantly as he lowered his glass; he realized it was now his turn to make a toast. He felt a flash of panic—he’d not done this in years, and was a bit at a loss for what to say. He held his glass aloft, looked at each person around the small circle in turn, before managing to say, “To new friends.” He took a sip of his ale, watched as there were appreciative nods as others moved to take sips of their own drinks.

The group chattered happily together, joking with each other, talking about particular scrapes or humorous gaffes from not only their time in Kendal, but cases before. Peter stood back, content to let the good cheer wash over him as he nursed his drink, watching Rose as she laughed, or grinned, or teased the other Torchwood members. She was always glancing his way, her smile softening just a bit as she met his eye, and he once again fought down the desire to shout out to the entire bar, ‘I love Rose Tyler!’

He didn’t miss Penington leading Anna away, didn’t miss the change in body language as they returned; he grinned as Penington shushed the group and, beaming, announced his newly formed engagement. There were boisterous cheers, hugs and claps on the back as Penington and Anna were roundly congratulated and wished much joy; he moved over and shook his DC’s hand, wishing him all the best, before leaning over and placing a kiss on Anna’s cheek. She blushed, thanking him, before being hugged by Mickey.

Rose was positively glowing with happiness and contentment at the joyful announcement, and he realized he wanted her to himself, wanted to just bask in being with her, immediately. He drained the rest of his drink, and moved over to her.

“Are you about ready to go home, then, Miss Tyler?”

Rose looked at him, her smile softening. “I think so, Mister Carlisle.” She neatly downed the rest of her stout, and set the glass down on the bar.

He took her hand, and pulled her to him gently. “Then let’s be off.”

She grinned, a glint in her eye, before turning to the group. “Alright, you mutts. We’re off out.”

He felt himself blush at the knowing glances turned his way.

“And will we be seeing you before Monday, Rose?” Jake asked cheekily.

Rose turned to Peter, gazing at him, before returning her attention to Jake. “Best make plans without me, I think.” She squeezed Peter’s hand as she replied, and he felt his heart clench. She was going to spend the entire weekend with him?

There were several ooooh’s from the group, along with a wolf-whistle from James, and Rose’s bravado finally ran out. “Alright, alright. I’ll see you lot Monday at eight.”

She dropped Peter’s hand, briefly gave Penington and his fiancée both a hug and a light kiss on the cheek, before turning back to him. “Ready?”

“Always.”

They walked out into the street an hour after they’d left it, the cool evening air a nice change after the warmth of the pub, and his hand once again found hers. She smiled at him, bumping her shoulder into his, and they strolled back to the station in comfortable silence.

Rose had to run inside to grab her overnight bag, but they were soon in his car, headed to his house. As she’d promised, Rose was driving; he found he didn’t mind in the least.

“You’re really going to stay all weekend?” He still couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yes…Well, unless you had plans, or—” Rose’s voice was uncertain.

“I meant it, Rose, when I said I’d drop everything. I can’t think of any other way I’d like to spend the weekend.”

“Good,” she said softly, her shyness returning as they neared his house.

He found himself wishing she’d drive faster; he was eager to get home, to spend time with Rose without threat of interruption. He’d get to sleep in tomorrow, to a have proper lie-in with her, to find out what she was like as she slowly awoke; to see if she liked toast for breakfast or if she always liked a proper fry-up. He’d not been to the grocer in a few days, but that was the least of his concerns.

She pulled to a stop in front of his house, engaging the brake, turning the car off, and slowly unbuckling her lap belt before turning to him. “We just going to sit out here all night, then?” Her cheeks were pink, the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in a most distracting manner, and he felt heat flash through him.

“No, not at all.” He leaned over, placed a quick kiss on her lips, before pulling back. He tilted his head towards the house, and heard Rose exiting the car even as he did. She met him at the foot of the path to the front door, her bag in hand; he took it from her, using his free hand to clasp hers, and led her up the path. She laughed as they stopped short of the door, as he realized he’d no idea where his house keys were; she reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled them out.

She looked at the keys on the ring, before glancing up at him. “I’ve no idea which one is your house key, you realise?”

He brought their clasped hands up, using his finger to point out each key. “House key, post key, desk key, the key to the house in which I grew up, my gran’s house key.” He closed the distance between them as he dropped their hands. “You might want to remember that first one.” He kissed her again even as her eyes widened in surprise; she grinned.

“I will do.” She reached forward, inserting the key into the lock and opening the door; her tongue peeped through her teeth as she turned to him, still grinning, before leading the way into his house.

The comforting scent of home caused a wave of exhaustion to ripple through him, and he felt himself sigh. He wanted to do nothing more than make love to Rose, immediately; to show her over and over again how he felt for her, even if he couldn’t yet say it. His body, however, had other ideas—he’d need to sleep before he could even think of functioning at a level like that.

Rose turned to him as she closed the door, her free hand turning the lock absently, her eyes running down his body as she quickly assessed him. “You, my dear Inspector, need to sleep.” Her hand came up to his face, her knuckles ghosting over his cheek. “You might also need a shave, but that’s a less pressing need,” she said, softly.

He felt his eyes drift shut at the gentle contact. “I know,” he said, allowing his weariness to surface.

She tugged his hand, leading him towards the stairs. “C’mon, let’s get you up to bed. We have all weekend for…other things.”

He grinned sleepily as she dragged him up the stairs, confidently leading him down the hallway, through the door to his bedroom.

“You made the bed,” he said stupidly; he couldn’t think of a time someone had made his bed for him.

“Yes.” She turned, taking her bag from his hand and setting it near the wardrobe. She released her hand from his, brought both up to help begin to divest him of his clothing. “I hate going to sleep in an unmade bed. Fair warning for you.”

Peter’s head swam a little bit at the thought of sleeping together with Rose in a regular fashion—so regular that she felt compelled to warn him about her sleeping habits. While he was preoccupied with the brilliance of that thought, Rose moved her hands under the shoulders of his coat, helping to slide it off his arms. He shrugged it off, tossing it carelessly towards the hamper.

Rose tutted in disapproval as she tugged his jumper up and over his head. He couldn’t help an enormous yawn as she pulled his head free of the wool, and he blinked his eyes open in time to see her toss the jumper away in the very fashion she’d just disapproved of. She briefly followed the trajectory of the garment before returning her gaze to his face; briefly brushing her hand over his hair, smoothing it, she gave him a soft smile. She raised her eyes to his, whispering, “I think it’s someone’s bedtime.”

She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before continuing to undress him. He looked down as her fingers began to work at the buttons of his shirt; how long had it been since he’d put it on? He’d given up trying to do the math—it was long enough ago that it felt like years. His hands came to rest on her waist as she worked, and she flashed him a small grin of triumph as she tugged his shirt free of his trousers, undoing the last of the buttons.

He leaned forward for a kiss; she returned it, lightly, before placing her hand against his chest and pushing him away. “Later, I promise—once you’ve rested. I don’t want you fallin’ asleep on me.”

He sighed in resignation, knowing she was right; he desperately needed sleep. He moved his hands, shifting his shoulders as he removed his shirt. He turned, tossed it over to rest on top of his other clothes; and it was short—if tiring—work to shed his vest, shoes, socks, and trousers, leaving him clad only in his pants. He just wanted to crawl under the duvet, Rose curled next to him, and revel in the warmth.

He turned back to Rose, who was gazing at him appreciatively. He blushed under her scrutiny, and was rewarded with another peck on the lips. “Go clean your teeth; I’ll be right here.”

He staggered back out of the loo a few minutes later; Rose had changed into pyjamas she had actually brought, and she had turned down the corner of the duvet. “Be right back,” she whispered, walking by him. He listened to her get ready for bed as he settled under the duvet; he hadn’t bothered with his pyjamas, wasn’t even sure how much longer he’d be able to stay awake.

Rose was quick, and joined him in bed after a few short minutes. She snuggled against him, and he brought his arm around her to pull her closer to him. “When d’ye go back?”

“Monday afternoon,” she said softly, turning her head up to look up at him.

“Two days, then.”

“Two days. And they’re yours,” she said, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Rose,” he whispered, his eyes drifting shut.

He heard her whisper, softly, “You’re welcome, Peter.”

He dropped off to sleep, and dreamt of the woman wrapped in his arms.

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brivinex
Dec. 27th, 2007 11:38 am (UTC)
I can't believe it's the end!

So terribly good.

I love this ending, but am sad it's over.
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 27th, 2007 11:45 am (UTC)
It's not totally over--there's the epilogue yet to come. And then oodles and oodles of ficlets!
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earlgreytea68
Dec. 27th, 2007 12:19 pm (UTC)
So I still love it. Even if it still makes me tired.

And I am still tickled by the unmade bed detail.
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:42 pm (UTC)
Even if it still makes me tired.

I get exhausted reading it, too.

And I am still tickled by the unmade bed detail.

That, my dear, was just for you.
souleswanderer
Dec. 27th, 2007 12:59 pm (UTC)
Not fair, they get to sleep, I had to obey the alarm clock and am off to work. Ah well, nice little snuggle for the day :)

Love the interaction at the bar, and go Pennington! hehe.

Hope you're feeling better...
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:47 pm (UTC)
Not fair, they get to sleep, I had to obey the alarm clock and am off to work

*sigh* I know, I know. But they *did* have to stay up for a day and a half to reach that point...so I figured they deserved to go to bed a bit early. ;)

Love the interaction at the bar, and go Pennington!

They're such a happy bunch at this point. *happy sigh*

I'm feeling a wee bit better, thanks. Better living through OTC meds, and all that. :)
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jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:19 pm (UTC)
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the unforgiving chairs,

Fixed. Thanks!

He's probably just as scared as Rose is.

Oh, I think he is. *sigh* Poor Peter. Poor Rose.

And I must say, "hooked on Peter" worked for her

Where can I sign up for that program?!

The key part is "What are we going to do?"

Indeed.

How does he know about a vacancy in Torchwood?

He's assuming they'll want to replace McGreevy; it's dark humour, to say the least.

Lol-- WestEnders...

That was the wonderful EGT's suggestion. :D

Not quite as strong a statement as Peter...

Not quite--but at least she's trying.
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jvgymnast
Dec. 27th, 2007 02:04 pm (UTC)
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(fixed my tags)

that then unforgiving chairs had caused.
the unforgiving chairs, perhaps?

Her mind drifted to thoughts of staying with Peter again, of making love to him and falling asleep held in his arms. She could get used to sleeping like that, she was quite sure.
:0) I think we all could.

She had weeks—months, really—of leave accrued;
Perfect excuse, Rose-- use it!

She was terrified of leaving him, of something happening or coming between them, keeping them apart. It was irrational, a holdover from how things had ended with the Doctor, but it still gnawed at her;
Aww... poor Rose. At least it's on your terms (well, mostly) and not the universe's.

They’d not come close to talking about what would happen when the case was over,
He's probably just as scared as Rose is.

he was like a newly discovered drug, her addiction to him making her willing to contemplate things she never would have done in the past.
Oooh, nice comparison. And I must say, "hooked on Peter" worked for her ;0)

“Who needs sleep when you have unreserved quantities of fine police station-quality coffee at your disposal?”
Tell Louise she needs a delivery service.

“Just one last phone call to make.” Her eyes dropped to her phone ... “We…I…This call, they’re going to tell me to come back.” She raised her eyes to his. “What are we going to do?”
The key part is "What are we going to do?

“I suppose I’ll have to remember how to use the zeppelin, Rose.”
The Education of Peter Carlisle.

It feels magical up here. Like it’s another world.”
His gaze sobered. “Do you think that will go away, if we see each other someplace else?”

Poor Peter. She's trying to compliment Kendal, not tell you it was nice having this fling...

“I understand Torchwood might have a vacancy up here, if you were looking to move…” Peter blushed, and hastened to add. “Or Mickey or Jake.” He looked down at his hands, playing idly with a Biro.
How does he know about a vacancy in Torchwood? Did they offer it to him?

It interested her more than it ought to, really; they’d been dating for two weeks, sleeping together for two days. It was far too soon to even begin contemplating something like that.
Fair point, but they kind of compressed at least a few months' worth of getting to know you and dating into that time.

I’ll just not be able to knock on your door in the middle of the night
Shame, that ;0)

Neither will you be able to stop in and visit Louise of a morning, to provide gossip for her afternoon tea.”
Rose blushed, ducking her head as she laughed. “’m happy to help fuel the local gossip economy.”

Yay. Peter!teasing.

“It was going into a bit of a depression, what with WestEnders off the air for a bit.”
Lol-- WestEnders...

“You know, don’t you, that I’d drop everything for you? If you came to town?”
My heart just melted from squee.

“And…if you came down…to London, for a visit? I’d like that.” Her voice was a whisper.
Not quite as strong a statement as Peter...
jvgymnast
Dec. 27th, 2007 02:05 pm (UTC)
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He closed the distance between them, kissing her fiercely;
Aren't they still at the station?

“Excellent plan—because once we resume, I’ve no intention of stopping.”
If that doesn't make her go weak at the knees, I don't know what will.

She picked up the phone, turning it over in her hands before biting her lip and dialling the number for Greenwich.
It really must be a temptation to just say, "Stuff it," and not call, but it's good that Rose is being grown-up about it.

He wondered if it was because he knew he’d not work with them again; he had the luxury of liking them, knowing that they’d not be around to disappoint him on down the line.
Peter, you need to have a little faith in people-- look at how being friendly worked with Penington.

He shook his head, trying to clear it, and James laughed.
“Studies prove that doing that won’t help you stay awake, you know.”

Lol!

his body was finally reaching the breaking point—he’d have to get a proper sleep, and soon.
When was the last time the poor man slept? When he left Rose in the middle of the night?

Rose was whispering to him, her hand lightly rasping across his the stubble lining his jaw, and he blearily blinked his eyes open. She smiled at him, and he felt his lips curve in response.
“Let’s get you home, sleepyhead,” she said, straightening.
He sat up, looking around him in confusion.

Aww, I can just see him all bleary-eyed. Must be nice for him to wake up to Rose, though.


I’m impressed you were able to sleep like that.” She gestured to his position, seated in a wooden chair against the wall.
“Years of practice.”

It's a nice sort of funny quip that also reveals his lonely life a bit more-- nice.

“I think I’ll be driving you home, then.”
He felt his heart leap. “You will?”
She grinned. “Well, what’s the point of getting a change of clothes otherwise?”
Peter looked at her, confused. “When’d you do that?”

Aww. He's so cute here, being excited and confused.

“You were out cold, and none of us wanted to disturb you
Heh, I'll bet. I wonder if someone woke him up some other time and got a smack for their efforts. I once read something about a couple over at a dinner party, one of whom had been in the SAS. He fell asleep, and no one would wake him, because he was trained so to attack that he might hurt the person who woke him.

“You’ll be staying the night again?” He was having a hard time fathoming it. Three nights with Rose Tyler—triple what he’d ever dared to dream.
Rose shook her head in mock frustration. “’s what I’ve been saying, isn’t it?” She leaned down, held his gaze. “Peter, I’m going to come home with you, spend the night with you. If you want me to.”

Don't be daft; of course he wants it. I just hope he doesn't think he's still dreaming.

“You know just what to say to make a man feel…” He trailed off. ‘Loved’ is what he wanted to say, drolly; he hastily substituted in, “appreciated.”
Aww!

she hugged Peter when Penington introduced the two of them. He saw Rose stifle a laugh at his surprised expression, and he forced himself to find something suitably appropriate to say in response to the enthusiastic greeting.
Lovely way of finding a visual way of describing something that could have just been, "he met them."

He glanced down at the drink in his hand, weighing how quickly he’d be able to down it and get them out of there.
This makes me think of this beer advert. It was a poster that had an empty pint glass, with lines where the sips were on the glass. Each one had a profession attached, and the last one, at the bottom of the glass (meaning they'd done the pint in one go) was "time lord."

She was always glancing his way, her smile softening just a bit as she met his eye, and he once again fought down the desire to shout out to the entire bar, ‘I love Rose Tyler!’
I just feel so sad for him that it's so unusual for someone to be giving him this kind of attention.

He felt himself blush at the knowing glances turned his way.
So cute!
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Comment 2 of 3
Aren't they still at the station?

They are indeed. Peter's getting a bit careless in his sleep-deprived state. Or he just doesn't care at all any more.

It really must be a temptation to just say, "Stuff it," and not call, but it's good that Rose is being grown-up about it.

I know I'd be very very tempted not to call; I just couldn't see Rose doing anything other than her duty. She's grown up a lot since she first the Doctor, and even since she came to the alt!verse.

When was the last time the poor man slept? When he left Rose in the middle of the night?

Exactly. Poor Peter's not slept in...oh, well over 30 hours at this point.

It's a nice sort of funny quip that also reveals his lonely life a bit more-- nice

Thank you. Peter's might be good at his job, but his life hasn't been an easy one. Hopefully, things will be better now that Torchwood and Rose are in the picture.

I wonder if someone woke him up some other time and got a smack for their efforts.

A smack, or a serious tongue-lashing. Then again, I could see the group conspiring to have Rose be the one who woke him, simply because they know it would make both Peter and Rose happy.

Lovely way of finding a visual way of describing something that could have just been, "he met them."

Thank you again! I wrestled with that bit.

This makes me think of this beer advert.

I adore that advert! I have the picture somewhere on my hard drive...it always makes me smile.

I just feel so sad for him that it's so unusual for someone to be giving him this kind of attention.

Peter's not had a good time of it.
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jvgymnast
Dec. 27th, 2007 02:06 pm (UTC)
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“And will we be seeing you before Monday, Rose?” Jake asked cheekily.
Rose turned to Peter, gazing at him, before returning her attention to Jake. “Best make plans without me, I think.” She squeezed Peter’s hand as she replied, and he felt his heart clench. She was going to spend the entire weekend with him?

I think his little heart might explode with squee as well.

to see if she liked toast for breakfast or if she always liked a proper fry-up.
Nice touch.

“You might want to remember that first one.”
Yay!

He wanted to do nothing more than make love to Rose, immediately; to show her over and over again how he felt for her, even if he couldn’t yet say it. His body, however, had other ideas—he’d need to sleep before he could even think of functioning at a level like that.
I think she'll understand- don't hurt yourself trying to cram it into one night-- she's spending the weekend.

“You might also need a shave, but that’s a less pressing need,” she said, softly.
Sadly, my mind went to a dirty place again.

“You made the bed,” he said stupidly; he couldn’t think of a time someone had made his bed for him.
I just want to hug him.

Peter’s head swam a little bit at the thought of sleeping together with Rose in a regular fashion—so regular that she felt compelled to warn him about her sleeping habits.
Another nice touch.

He turned, tossed it over to rest on top of his other clothes; and it was short—if tiring—work to shed his vest, shoes, socks, and trousers, leaving him clad only in his pants.
I think I can hear all the other fangirls squeeing from here.

“When d’ye go back?”
...
“Two days. And they’re yours,”

Aww, lovely.

The thing that really makes this story is all the little things: the tiny quirks and details you put in, where a sweeping big one would have sufficed. That is what gave this story so much character and made it so interesting.
I'm disappointed that we don't have a permanent way to keep Rose and Peter together in Kendal, but it's more real that way. This whole story, with its two plots, both romantic and mystery has been probably the best fic I've ever read. I'm really sad it's over-- what will I do with Monday and Thursday mornings?-- but happy you've got ficlets in the wings. I think I will have to read this through, start to finish and see everything happening at once and not just serialized.
Thanks for the great reading.
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Comment 3 of 3
I think his little heart might explode with squee as well.

He is a very happy man at this point. There are a few ficlets where I've written him as happier--but not many.

[re: breakfast] Nice touch.

I think...possibly...a breakfast in bed ficlet might have to be written at some point.

Sadly, my mind went to a dirty place again.

No sadly about it. Shower!Fic takes place the morning after this chapter. So...yeah, I think it's safe to say your mind was meant to go to a dirty place.

Another nice touch.

Thank you again--that was largely due to my beloved beta, who had a ton of brilliant suggestions for this chapter.

I think I can hear all the other fangirls squeeing from here.

Mmmmm....Peter in his Pants. *mind goes to happy place*

The thing that really makes this story is all the little things ... I think I will have to read this through, start to finish and see everything happening at once and not just serialized.

Thank you, jvgymnast. I've always enjoyed your comments, and the thoughtfulness behind each of them. You've been incredible about sharing your thoughts for each and every chapter--and you're one of a handful of folks who've taken the time to comment on each of the 44 chapters and three ficlets (no dig against folks who didn't). I said at the outset it would be a long road--thank you for staying for the ride.



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ellenscult
Dec. 27th, 2007 02:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for this! :) Every time I read another chapter, it warms my heart. You're an excellent writer! All I have to say is.... please, more? I'm looking forward to the epilogue!
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for this!

You're very welcome--it's truly been my pleasure, sharing it.

All I have to say is.... please, more?

Peter and Rose's story will continue, through ficlets. Have no fear! :)
liber_noctuae
Dec. 27th, 2007 02:48 pm (UTC)
a whole weekend of sleep and sex........mmmmm. sounds lovely. Poor sleep deprived Peter and Rose, it makes me want to go back to bed.... ;) Thank you so much for writing and posting this story, I eagerly await the epilogue and ficlets.
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:49 pm (UTC)
a whole weekend of sleep and sex

I'd honestly not thought of it that way, and it's a good thing too. My brain kind of stalls when I think too hard on it.

Thank you so much for writing and posting this story, I eagerly await the epilogue and ficlets.

You're welcome--I've enjoyed every minute of it, and I can't wait to start posting the 'fun' stuff.
sunnytyler001
Dec. 27th, 2007 03:38 pm (UTC)
Fantastic ending!!!
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
capemaynuts
Dec. 27th, 2007 04:14 pm (UTC)
More!
I want more!
My 9 yr old is listening to her CD of High School Musical II and currently the song Fabulous is playing (ok, its blasting) through the house. There's a line from the song that fits this story perfectly.
"Its fabulous, fabulous.
Its Fab----ulous!
I NEED MORE, need more
Its fabulous!
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:40 pm (UTC)
Re: More!
Thank you. There's more...just not as part of TWoT. Trust me, I'm nowhere near exhausting my supply of Peter/Rose plot bunnies :)

chicklet73
Dec. 27th, 2007 04:15 pm (UTC)
I could cry. This, and the DW special - I'm about ready to burst anyway, and this was so lovely and yet I'm so terribly sad it's drawing to a close...

Thank goodness for the promise of ficlets, and for new friends and for Peter and Rose falling asleep in each other's arms.

I've got to go stuff some envelopes (BOO HISS) but will be mentally sorting out something proper to say as I do it, and hopefully will have an equally proper comment (or two) a little later.

*wonders if anyone will notice a steno pad and beloved Muji smuggled into conference room*
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:52 pm (UTC)
Aw, chicklet73! *hugs*

Thank goodness for the promise of ficlets, and for new friends and for Peter and Rose falling asleep in each other's arms.

It's the end for us, but not for them--they have a lovely future together. Trust me; the ficlets are chock-full of the two of them being happy together.

but will be mentally sorting out something proper to say as I do it, and hopefully will have an equally proper comment (or two) a little later.

I look forward to it. Take care!
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Dec. 27th, 2007 05:58 pm (UTC)
He dropped off to sleep, and dreamt of the woman wrapped in his arms.

Awwww. What a lovely ending for the two of them. I love that it's also a beginning. Well done.

I know I haven't been commenting very much, but I've been devouring every chapter as it comes up. You've had the lot of us hooked with a fic I, for one, never thought i'd be interested in, based on it's premise. Kudos to you, big love for this story, and I can't wait for the epilogue. And ficlets!
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 03:56 pm (UTC)
What a lovely ending for the two of them. I love that it's also a beginning.

Ah--I knew I'd read this sentiment somewhere! I blatantly stole it for my response to chicklet73 because it perfectly sums things up.

You've had the lot of us hooked with a fic I, for one, never thought i'd be interested in, based on it's premise.

I'm so glad you've enjoyed it! It was a risky thing to post, given the premise--I know I'd have read it with a bit of trepidation, at first--and I'm thrilled that you not only took the plunge, but stayed to enjoy the story. Thank you.

I can't wait for the epilogue. And ficlets!

EGT sent me the final beta for the epilogue last night, and I actually teared up a bit--the last of our many e-mails on TWoT, the last of her edits. *sigh* But yes, ficlets! Lots and lots of Ficlets!
inanna7
Dec. 27th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
She was terrified of leaving him, of something happening or coming between them, keeping them apart.
I think it will be a really beautiful moment for them when she's finally able to put this fear aside.

he was like a newly discovered drug I have a feeling Huey Lewis and the News' "I Want a New Drug" would be more appropriate for this, but my brain kept playing "Love is the Drug" by Roxy Music when I was reading her reaction.

His gaze sobered. “Do you think that will go away, if we see each other someplace else?”
I don't think he believes that, but I wonder if this is him consciously or unconsciously honing in on her fear that it is going to go away. Yeah, she loves Kendal, but I think her statement was laced with that abandonment fear more than she would be willing to admit even to herself at this point.

“Well, James said you fell asleep about four; it’s been about an hour, then? I’m impressed you were able to sleep like that.”
I'm a believer that if a person is exhausted enough, they really can sleep anywhere and through anything.

“You know just what to say to make a man feel…” He trailed off. ‘Loved’ is what he wanted to say, drolly; he hastily substituted in, “appreciated.”
Oh, she does. It might take a few more weeks for her to actually say it, but I do believe you have her hook, line, and sinker, Peter...

You know, I had to go back when they started kissing because for some reason I thought he was still on the other side of the table. When I read that he had practically pulled her into his lap, I thought "Across the table? That's one hell of a kiss!" :-D

“You might want to remember that first one.”
Hmm, is there a fluffy ficlet in the making here?

“I hate going to sleep in an unmade bed. Fair warning for you.” Considering how he freaks at the thought of her doing his dishes, I don't think she's got much to worry about, at least for the near future.

Well, even though I got to have a proper lie in this morning, I need to skedaddle off to work. Promise to have something more through for Monday.

Hope you had a Merry Christmas. Bring on the ficlets! :)

Inanna

jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 04:00 pm (UTC)
I think it will be a really beautiful moment for them when she's finally able to put this fear aside.

There's still a lot of fear, on both Peter and Rose's part, that this won't last. But, eventually, the fear will dissipate. :)

my brain kept playing "Love is the Drug" by Roxy Music when I was reading her reaction

Oh, brilliant!

I think her statement was laced with that abandonment fear more than she would be willing to admit even to herself at this point.

Well-spotted--that's exactly it. Rose is damaged, as much as Peter is.

I'm a believer that if a person is exhausted enough, they really can sleep anywhere and through anything.

I absolutely agree with you--I've slept through things I'd never have though possible, courtesy of staying up for a verrrrrry long time.

You know, I had to go back when they started kissing because for some reason I thought he was still on the other side of the table.

LOL--when I went back to re-read this chapter after getting it back from beta, I had to do the same thing. "Wait, I could have sworn I had Peter move....ah, there it is...."

Hmm, is there a fluffy ficlet in the making here

There wasn't...but there could be. A ficlet request list will go up on Monday. :)

Hope you had a Merry Christmas.

Thank you, I did. I hope you did, as well!

Cheers!
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Dec. 27th, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC)
gah. nealy cried then re-read your note saying there's an epilogue coming......
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 04:02 pm (UTC)
Don't cry! The epilogue will be up on Monday, and then there will be ficlets!
jupisan
Dec. 27th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you for this wonderful series. I cant wait for the epilofue and the ficlets this will produce in the new year.
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 04:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you for this wonderful series.

You're welcome. It's trite, but it's true--I've really enjoyed sharing this, and the conversations that have come from the comments.

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rogueguitar13
Dec. 28th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
More than ficlets are needed! Hell he does domestic! (Twin of Tenth Doctor doing domestic. Well not twin but his look a like. With a damned hot Scottish brogue.)

I swear, I may end up begging to borrow them for a continuation if you don't!

Yes Peter Carlisle, DI (the Slick Velvety Sexy Bastard DI) is a new drug to me.
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bethtaurichick
Dec. 28th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
*sigh* That was beautiful! I'm so torn about this- happy that it ended so well, and sad that, well, it ended! But at least there is the epilogue (is it too much to hope that there is an Adult rating on that? ;) , and those ficlets I've been hearing about. I'm sure I've said this before, but it doesn't hurt to say it again- you are an absolutely amazing, talented, & gifted writer!! I have enjoyed every word of this fic. Have a great weekend, and I'll be back here on Monday :)
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 04:15 pm (UTC)
I'm so torn about this- happy that it ended so well, and sad that, well, it ended!

Exactly the emotions that I feel every time it occurs to me I'm done with the story (well, barring the epilogue and the ficlets).

I have enjoyed every word of this fic.

Thank you! I've enjoyed writing and sharing it, and am so happy that there are other folks out there who care as much about Peter and Rose as I do.

See you on Monday!
starxd_sparrow
Dec. 28th, 2007 01:58 am (UTC)
*dreamy sigh*
Oh, darling - it's lovely, truly. What better way to send them off than with them sleeping side by side. Of course, I'm anxious to see the epilogue tie up the loose ends!

“You know, don’t you, that I’d drop everything for you? If you came to town?”
Oh, Peter! That was honestly the most wonderful thing he could have said to her. Especially considering when we first met him, he was so wrapped up in work, he seemed to do nothing else - and now... what a wonderful metamorphosis. Compared to the way he never changed with Natalie, I'd say in Rose, he's found his forever.

Penington shushed the group and, beaming, announced his newly formed engagement.
Is it bizarre that where I'm thrilled for Penny, I'm just a teeny, tiny bit jealous of Anna? Ha!

“You made the bed,” he said stupidly; he couldn’t think of a time someone had made his bed for him.
That just... oh, my heart. *sigh* Peter, darling Peter. What a dear. It's so lovely that Rose did that almost without a thought - and him... he just did not take it for granted. I just... I think that moment summed up Peter-and-Rose as good as anything might.

Gorgeous, as ever.
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 04:21 pm (UTC)
Re: *dreamy sigh*
What better way to send them off than with them sleeping side by side.

Yes, I thought it would be a bit more accurate, given the 'day' they'd had. The image I kept having as I wrote, was that of Jack Ryan at the end of Hunt for Red October--completely, utterly, exhausted.

Especially considering when we first met him, he was so wrapped up in work, he seemed to do nothing else - and now... what a wonderful metamorphosis.

I still think this entire thing is really Peter's story--Rose just happens to play a major role in it ;) I'm not quite sure how it worked out like that...but that's what it became, to my mind.

Is it bizarre that where I'm thrilled for Penny, I'm just a teeny, tiny bit jealous of Anna?

Oh, I think I'm a tiny bit jealous of Anna, too. Penny's a dear.

I just... I think that moment summed up Peter-and-Rose as good as anything might.

Oh, thank you! That was written at the special request of my beta, EGT; but I agree, it's just so Peter-and-Rose.

chicklet73
Dec. 28th, 2007 05:41 pm (UTC)
to new friends!
*raises mug of tea*

I've already had 3 cups of coffee and it's only 10:45am. It's the 4th or 5th night of me falling asleep well past 3am and I'm knackered and achy and freezing and ill. But re-reading this chapter, and thinking back over this whole story, gives me a wonderful warm glow that has made me feel better than any medicine could do.

Perhaps I'm subconsciously wanting to identify with Rose and Peter so my body has decided to play at being exhausted (did you know your eyelids can actually ache?). Perhaps I'm now babbling about myself because I'm stalling - if I start talking properly about this chapter I'm going to have to acknowledge the fact that it's the last one and even with epilogues and ficlets there's a certain sense of sadness about that. These past several Mondays and Thursdays have been absolutely wonderful - not only have I had wonderful fiction to read, but an endless amount of subject material to discuss and laugh/agonize/squee over. I feel like I've gotten to know and care for the characters in this story; and, even better, I feel like I've gotten to know and care for new friends because of this story.

I am twice blessed.

So, again, I raise my glass (mug) and toast - as Peter would say - "To new friends".

You said to me in another comment that this was just as much a beginning as an end; and, as much as I feel the sadness at the closing of this volume, I feel so much happiness for Peter and Rose. A sense of hope and promise pervades this entire chapter...even Rose's fear of separating from Peter for fear of losing him shows how much she's come to care for him and the lengths she's going to be willing to go to to prevent that.

She also seems to be more assertive here - where before she's been a bit shy, with Peter initiating dates and conversations and making preparations and even driving, it's now her, taking care of him, taking his hand and making plans and letting him know she's staying the weekend with him. I love this subtle shift; I can't help but think it would tell Peter in no uncertain terms that Rose wants to be with him and is actively seeking his companionship, not to mention thinking about his needs and feelings. It's like making the bed - when is the last time someone took care of him? Woke him with a gentle touch or helped him undress and make sure he gets his sleep? It's all very loving and considerate - it's the way he treats her, it's the way he gives, and now he gets to be the recipient of it and that's immensely gratifying - and wonderfully touching - to see.

I want to shout it out loud "Peter Carlisle is loved by Rose Tyler!" as much as he wants to shout his love for her.

Having them fall asleep together - so intimate, unguarded - is a perfect ending. Even if (perish the thought) there were no epilogue, this would leave us at a very satisfying place. I did a great big happy sigh when I read the last sentence - what a wonderful mental picture.

I love how scruffy he is in this chapter.

I love the fact he still has his gran's house key on his keyring.

I love the fact that, though he did his "stand back on the sidelines and watch" thing at the pub, it didn't feel like it was because he was left out anymore.

I love his ability to fall asleep sitting up and how wondering about his "years of practice" at doing it seem to concern Rose.

I love how he almost told her she knew how to make a man feel loved.

I love that she loves his dimples.

I love that he seems a bit baffled at being taken care of.

And I absolutely, positively, love this little exchange:

She dropped Peter’s hand, briefly gave Penington and his fiancée both a hug and a light kiss on the cheek, before turning back to him. “Ready?”

“Always.”


All their little repeated exchanges, their little "things" are wonderful. The "Hello Stranger" and the "Miss Tyler", all of it. But the "Always" thing gets me EVERY. TIME.

They're brilliant. This story is brilliant. You're brilliant.

It's been a hell of a ride. I'm looking forward to the future, and checking in on these two again and again; but I look back equally fondly on the road they've taken thus far. Each and every word of it. Thank you again for letting us join them.
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chicklet73
Dec. 28th, 2007 06:01 pm (UTC)
p.s. I forgot to mention
WestEnders = WIN
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 28th, 2007 09:45 pm (UTC)
Re: p.s. I forgot to mention
WestEnders = WIN

All down to the ever-awesome EGT on that one--she is the best beta in town, without question. But there will be more on that on Monday. :)
principia
Dec. 29th, 2007 06:07 pm (UTC)
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And so begins the end of the tale of Peter and the Wolf…

When she’d awoken a few hours later, he’d managed to transcribe each of the team’s handwritten reports and compile them into a comprehensive whole. They’d begged the use of the printer from Peter, and the final draft of the report would be hand-carried back to London by Frank and Susan.

I’m having quite a bit of fun picturing James trying to decipher the handwriting of his exhausted buddies, especially Mickey’s. And how realistic that they had to arrange to use the printer – knowing most bureaucratic organizations, I’m sure they track who sends what to the printer. Geez, Williams’ll probably yell at Peter for not making them either pay up or go to a local service bureau to print out their report. He might even dock his pay. Asshat.

Maybe she’d be able to make it up again that night? Her mind drifted to thoughts of staying with Peter again, of making love to him and falling asleep held in his arms. She could get used to sleeping like that, she was quite sure.

Somehow I’m thinking that trying to get frisky going on two days without sleep is apt to be almost comedically bad. Stick with the snugglefication. *nods*

At which point she would be compelled to report that her fieldwork was done, and she was available to report back to London at the Institute’s pleasure.



One or two of her team would be expected to stay in Kendal until the constabulary were certain they had what they needed to go to trial—but Torchwood would be expecting the team leader back.


Le sigh.

She wanted to stay in Kendal, to spend time getting to properly know Peter now that there were no work-related distractions. She had weeks—months, really—of leave accrued; she wanted to take them immediately, to hand off the final stages of her team’s work to someone else so she could stay with Peter.

Do it. Dooooooooooooo eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

She was terrified of leaving him, of something happening or coming between them, keeping them apart. It was irrational, a holdover from how things had ended with the Doctor, but it still gnawed at her; she didn’t want to be more than a mile away from Peter, if she could help it, and closer would certainly be better.

A woobie radius of one mile isn’t too bad. At least she’s acknowledging now when she’s being irrational and projecting her fears from her previous relationship onto this one.

They’d not come close to talking about what would happen when the case was over, about the distance between London and Kendal and how they might try to overcome it and keep this thing they had going.

I’m sure it might’ve come up by now if Peter weren’t worried about scaring her off. She has been a bit skittish.

The intensity of her desire to keep seeing Peter, to find a way to be with him, was frightening as well. She had a sneaking suspicion she’d let the world fall to pieces if it meant being able to see him—he was like a newly discovered drug, her addiction to him making her willing to contemplate things she never would have done in the past.

Like ditching her family and taking off for parts unknown with her man? Sorry, did that already. What exactly else is she contemplating then?

She heard the door open, sensed Peter walk into the room behind her; she felt heat creep up her neck as she listened to his footfalls cross the room. He collapsed into the chair across from her—his chair—and looked at her wearily. He looked like hell.

Her Peter Sense went all tingly. Yum.

So, worse now or worse those first few days after The Big Reveal?

He waved his hand carelessly. “Who needs sleep when you have unreserved quantities of fine police station-quality coffee at your disposal?”

I’d have thought he’d resorted to chomping on fistfuls of his secret stash by now!

“I should be able to. The question is—when can you leave?” He gazed at her intently, and she felt her cheeks flush.

When can she leave, or when does she have to leave? Which question does he really mean here?
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 29th, 2007 11:28 pm (UTC)
Re: Prin Ch44 Comments 1 of 5
And so begins the end of the tale of Peter and the Wolf…

Ah, Prokofiev. *whistles theme from Peter and the Wolf*

I’m having quite a bit of fun picturing James trying to decipher the handwriting of his exhausted buddies, especially Mickey’s.

By this point, I think James has a bit off experience deciphering their writing. Lucky, lucky James ;)

At least she’s acknowledging now when she’s being irrational and projecting her fears from her previous relationship onto this one.

She, too, has learned from her past.

Like ditching her family and taking off for parts unknown with her man?

Ah...if I'd been in her shoes, and Nine had shown up and seduced me like that? He'd not have had to ask twice. ;)

So, worse now or worse those first few days after The Big Reveal?

Worse now, simply because he's been in the same clothes the entire time.

When can she leave, or when does she have to leave? Which question does he really mean here?

He's asking when she can leave that day, to go back and snuggle with him. He's trying to avoid asking when she has to leave Kendal altogether.

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principia
Dec. 29th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
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Her gaze dropped to the table as she took a deep breath. “We…I…This call, they’re going to tell me to come back.” She raised her eyes to his. “What are we going to do?”

He looked at her steadily, his face softening. “I suppose I’ll have to remember how to use the zeppelin, Rose.” He watched her, and continued. “I’ll do what I have to, to make this work—come down to visit, convince the fine Chief to give me leave; something, anything, to keep seeing you. Well, within the confines of the law which I’ve sworn to uphold and protect,” he added as an afterthought.


Note that thus far he’s the one talking about bending over backwards to see her.

Rose felt herself smile, and watched as Peter’s lips quirked. She sighed. “I know. ‘s just…’s like I said, that night up on the castle. It feels magical up here. Like it’s another world.”

His gaze sobered. “Do you think that will go away, if we see each other someplace else?”

“No! No, not at all. ‘s just…It’s comfortable up here.”

“I understand Torchwood might have a vacancy up here, if you were looking to move…” Peter blushed, and hastened to add. “Or Mickey or Jake.” He looked down at his hands, playing idly with a Biro.


Erm, wasn’t the only reason McGreevy was up here is because they thought he was a valuable enough asset to let him move off to the hinterlands just to keep him happy (sort of like companies that let a few ‘special’ people telecommute since that’s the only way to hang onto them)? Since when do they have plans to install a field office?

Rose shifted, uncertain of what to say; the thought of moving up here, to be with him? It interested her more than it ought to, really; they’d been dating for two weeks, sleeping together for two days.

I can understand her wanting to let the honeymoon phase fade a bit before contemplating such decisions; one would presume Peter would at least press to talk about the other skellies in his closet before she made such a drastic change in her life.

“What, so I could have a place to stay when I came to visit? You know Mickey would insist on chaperoning, were he up here. And Jake would offer to take you out every chance he got, hoping to win you over. You’d never get a break.” She kept her tone light, teasing—and was rewarded with the appearance of Peter’s dimples.

I’d be more worried about Frank chasing Peter around a desk, honestly… Jake’s not single.

She loved his dimples.

Don’t forget the cleft chin!

“It’s a fair point.” He set the Biro down, and moved around the table to sit next to her. “It’s not insurmountable, you know—the distance. I’ll just not be able to knock on your door in the middle of the night, or to call to ask if you’d like to meet for a meal in a few minutes. Neither will you be able to stop in and visit Louise of a morning, to provide gossip for her afternoon tea.”

Rose blushed, ducking her head as she laughed. “’m happy to help fuel the local gossip economy.”


Actually, can you imagine the paparazzi that’d start showing up around Kendal if she really did move up there? It’d be like Notting Hill (well, what I picture NH being like, just based on the premise and having never seen it).

“It was going into a bit of a depression, what with WestEnders off the air for a bit.” He took her hands in his. “You know, don’t you, that I’d drop everything for you? If you came to town?”

WestEnders, hee! So, instead of it being a working-class neighbourhood soap, it’s like a very long-running Dynasty?

Rose felt her throat close, and she swallowed, nodding. “Yeah.” She squeezed his hands, willing the vice around her chest to loosen. “And…if you came down…to London, for a visit? I’d like that.” Her voice was a whisper.

They can start up a list of famous London landmarks not to get caught at. XD

Ms. Pedant says it’s ‘vise’ rather than ‘vice.’

He closed the distance between them, kissing her fiercely; she freed her hands from his, brought them to his shoulders, up the back of his neck, into his hair; he brought his arms around her, practically pulled her into his lap as he deepened the kiss.

Forty-some hours of sleeplessness, and he’s still got it. Cha-ching!
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 29th, 2007 11:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Prin Ch44 Comments 2 of 5
Note that thus far he’s the one talking about bending over backwards to see her.

Hmmm. Wait until Monday.

Since when do they have plans to install a field office?

No plans--just wishful thinking on Peter's part.

Actually, can you imagine the paparazzi that’d start showing up around Kendal if she really did move up there?

It would be a bit of a mess. Poor Kendal.

So, instead of it being a working-class neighbourhood soap, it’s like a very long-running Dynasty?

That assumes the class divisions fall on the same sides of the city as they do here. ;)

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Dec. 29th, 2007 06:11 pm (UTC)
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She pulled back with a gasp, her lungs screaming for air, after several moments; she opened her eyes, watched Peter slowly blink his open, and she felt her heart clench at how lovely he looked freshly snogged. She wanted to make him look like that as often as she possibly could, regardless of where they were—London, Kendal, the moon, it didn’t matter.

*happily imagining ‘Judoon platoon upon the moon’ in Peter’s lovely accent*

Does he look as much like a lemon as the Doctor did when Cassandra!Rose tried to hoover Ten’s face off?

His eyes met hers, his gaze so intense she wondered if he wasn’t trying to communicate telepathically with her; she brought a hand around to lightly cup his jaw, her fingers stroking the stubble darkening the skin, and smiled softly. “Hello, stranger.”

Yay, scruffitude. And yes, he is trying to bore Those Three Words directly into your brain.

The science fiction trope of some sort of telepathic linking device being foisted upon the hero and heroine might be quite amusing at this point.

She leaned forward, brushed a light kiss on his cheek, before wiggling from her awkwardly compromising position. “I think I’d best get work out of the way before we…ah…continue?” Her voice rose, hopefully, on the last word, and she saw Peter’s eyes darken.

“Excellent plan—because once we resume, I’ve no intention of stopping.”


They must be more awake now, ‘cos they both totally let their innuendo fest slip by them last time.

He looked at her, took a breath to speak; paused, then leaned down. “You need to focus on work. Find me when you’re ready to leave.” He kissed her forehead, and walked out of the room.

Lest the team come back to find the two of you rolling around on the table, crinkling up James’ pretty report.

Peter found James, Susan, and Frank in Ian’s office, gossiping and trading jokes; Ian was nowhere to be seen. They invited him in with a grin, and he spent the next hour finding that he still had the skills to be sociable, that he genuinely enjoyed being with Rose’s co-workers. He wondered if it was because he knew he’d not work with them again; he had the luxury of liking them, knowing that they’d not be around to disappoint him on down the line.

Awww and ouch at the same time!

“So what’re you going to do, now that we’re done?” James asked. Peter had the sense that the question was about more than just the case.

“You lot might be finished; I’m most certainly not. Plenty of work yet to be done, and I’ve every intention of seeing it through.”


He’ll follow it up, assuming he’s given the opportunity. Wherever he goes, I hope he takes Penny with him.

He fell into a deep sleep, even managing to dream briefly, before he was awoken. Rose was whispering to him, her hand lightly rasping across his the stubble lining his jaw, and he blearily blinked his eyes open. She smiled at him, and he felt his lips curve in response.

Now that’s the way to get woken up from a catnap, eh?

Rose gave him a considering look. “The lads had talked of meeting for a quick celebratory drink before kicking off for the night; but I think maybe it’s worth giving it a miss.”

“No, I think I can manage a drink. So long as it’s quick.”


No falling asleep in your Laphroaig! Or is he more of a Bowmore man?

“Hmmm.” She looked at him in concern. “I think I’ll be driving you home, then.”

He felt his heart leap. “You will?”

She grinned. “Well, what’s the point of getting a change of clothes otherwise?”

Peter looked at her, confused. “When’d you do that?”


Pssst! They got the teleporter working and have been playing around with it all afternoon. There’s a surprise party waiting for you back at your flat, and no-one even needed the keys!

“You’ll be staying the night again?” He was having a hard time fathoming it. Three nights with Rose Tyler—triple what he’d ever dared to dream.

Rose shook her head in mock frustration. “’s what I’ve been saying, isn’t it?” She leaned down, held his gaze. “Peter, I’m going to come home with you, spend the night with you. If you want me to.”

“Yes,” he breathed, barely able to think much beyond the simple statement.


I’m amazed he didn’t just look up at her wide-eyed and nod vigorously. ;P
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 29th, 2007 11:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Prin Ch44 Comments 3 of 5
Does he look as much like a lemon as the Doctor did when Cassandra!Rose tried to hoover Ten’s face off?

Well...yes. But hotter--after all, it's scruffy!Peter.

They must be more awake now,

They're on their...tenth wind? Eleventh? ;)

Wherever he goes, I hope he takes Penny with him.

Only time will tell :D

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principia
Dec. 29th, 2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
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He was still in a daze as he followed her to the coat rack, as she handed his coat over to him. Some of it was exhaustion; more of it, he thought, was Rose. She looked at him, a piercing glance, and she paused. “You sure you’re up for this? You look a right wreck.”

Hasn’t everyone been up to all hours, or is it just Rose, Peter and Penny?

“You know just what to say to make a man feel…” He trailed off. ‘Loved’ is what he wanted to say, drolly; he hastily substituted in, “appreciated.”

Not that it isn’t true, but she’d probably freak if he put those words in her mouth.

They walked down to the pub, were greeted with cheers by the slightly rowdy bunch at the bar.

Norm!

Penington had invited his girlfriend, Anna, to join in the celebration, and she hugged Peter when Penington introduced the two of them. He saw Rose stifle a laugh at his surprised expression, and he forced himself to find something suitably appropriate to say in response to the enthusiastic greeting.

One imagines Penny might later be asked what flattering lies he’s been fabricating on Peter’s behalf to engender such affection from Anna.

Penington passed him a pint of ale, and he took an appreciative sip of the beverage as he looked once more at Rose. She had a pint of stout, and he almost dropped his glass as she licked the froth from her lips while gazing steadily at him.

One wonders how many observers caught this little bit here. I’m not sure if she’s awake enough to be terribly subtle about it.

Peter took a sip, and found several sets of eyes looking at him expectantly as he lowered his glass; he realized it was now his turn to make a toast. He felt a flash of panic—he’d not done this in years, and was a bit at a loss for what to say. He held his glass aloft, looked at each person around the small circle in turn, before managing to say, “To new friends.” He took a sip of his ale, watched as there were appreciative nods as others moved to take sips of their own drinks.

When’s the last time he spoke at a public gathering that wasn’t a briefing or interrogation?

She was always glancing his way, her smile softening just a bit as she met his eye, and he once again fought down the desire to shout out to the entire bar, ‘I love Rose Tyler!

Whose job is it to keep him from climbing up on the furniture and doing just that?

He didn’t miss Penington leading Anna away, didn’t miss the change in body language as they returned; he grinned as Penington shushed the group and, beaming, announced his newly formed engagement. There were boisterous cheers, hugs and claps on the back as Penington and Anna were roundly congratulated and wished much joy; he moved over and shook his DC’s hand, wishing him all the best, before leaning over and placing a kiss on Anna’s cheek. She blushed, thanking him, before being hugged by Mickey.

Awwww! So, how much of the ring did the pool payout cover? ;D

She grinned, a glint in her eye, before turning to the group. “Alright, you mutts. We’re off out.”

He felt himself blush at the knowing glances turned his way.


Not exactly a secret, dears.

“And will we be seeing you before Monday, Rose?” Jake asked cheekily.

Rose turned to Peter, gazing at him, before returning her attention to Jake. “Best make plans without me, I think.” She squeezed Peter’s hand as she replied, and he felt his heart clench. She was going to spend the entire weekend with him?


Hopefully this will go better than the last time they’d planned to spend the weekend together.

There were several ooooh’s from the group, along with a wolf-whistle from James, and Rose’s bravado finally ran out. “Alright, alright. I’ll see you lot Monday at eight.”

Like y’all don’t have better things to do. James, that gives you two days to work on Susan! Get to it!

“You’re really going to stay all weekend?” He still couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yes…Well, unless you had plans, or—” Rose’s voice was uncertain.

“I meant it, Rose, when I said I’d drop everything. I can’t think of any other way I’d like to spend the weekend.”


Oh, yeah, like you had anything else going on except some reading and reports.

Edited at 2007-12-29 06:16 pm (UTC)
jlrpuck_fic
Dec. 29th, 2007 11:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Prin Ch44 Comments 4 of 5
Hasn’t everyone been up to all hours, or is it just Rose, Peter and Penny?


Everyone's been up--but Penny and Peter have been up the longest. And most everyone *but* Peter managed to nab a proper nap somewhere, somehow.

One imagines Penny might later be asked what flattering lies he’s been fabricating on Peter’s behalf to engender such affection from Anna.

Heh.

One wonders how many observers caught this little bit here.

I think most folks chose to studiously ignore it ;)

When’s the last time he spoke at a public gathering that wasn’t a briefing or interrogation?

Ah....his own wedding? Maybe?

Hopefully this will go better than the last time they’d planned to spend the weekend together.

Oh, *much* better.
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