Rating: All ages
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, OC
Word Count: 100
Summary: If you knew I was dying, would it change anything?
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISes. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: This was written as an entry for the secnd challenge of the Drabble Last Author Standing competition. The summary above was the challenge prompt. I didn't get any votes, either for or against, so feedback is especially welcome.
“Favourite childhood game... fighting monsters,” Havrha rasps. “Easier... kill dragons than damn bacteria.”
“You slew a real monster,” he murmurs. The elderly scientist developed the plague antigen too late to save herself.
“Traditional reward... kiss… prince.”
He’s alien, immune. “I’m no prince, but I’d be honoured.” Their lips brush gently.
Rose comforts plague victims. Afterwards, she tries drowning nightmares in brandy. “Doctor? If I was dying, would you kiss me?”
After nine centuries, it still breaks his hearts. Rose... so young. You are dying. You humans start dying the moment you’re born.
He forces a smile. “Silly girl, you’re fine.”