milieva | Not Really a drabble: Angsty Pants

This was supposed to be my second drabble for the little drabble challenge, but it sort of expanded upon itself, then again I don't think I could have done the same thing with only 100 words. Sci cheated and gave me a phrase and not a word, but it was a fun phrase none the less. So I cheated and wrote a page and a half rather than 100 words. Fair's fair, right?

Title: Pants of Alterian Cotton
Pairing: Rose/Ten
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: You know it’s not mine.
Prompt:

sciathan_file prompted for the letter P in response to this meme.

Summary: Evidently, these were his angst pants.

Rose looked so peaceful in her sleep that it was hard to believe that she had been gasping for breath as she drowned in her own tears only hours before. She had made her choice so long ago, but it had been much harder than she had realized.

He kissed her lightly on the forehead as he crawled out of the tangle of blankets.

She would have a headache when she woke. She always did after a good cry. She’d still be weak and tired.

He knew what it was she was going through. No matter how many times you do it, it is always hard to say goodbye. Saying goodbye to the people you love is always the hardest.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he reached for the pants that lay on top of his wrinkled pile of clothing. The simple bluish black pair made from Alterian cotton. He liked this pair because they were so soft and comfortable, but he was beginning to rethink wearing them.

The first time he wore them, they’d met Reinette. He hadn’t liked most aspects of that experience. Her entire life had flitted before his eyes. Within hours of his meeting her, he found her dead, a stark reminder of the brevity of human life.

Stretching the elastic of the waistband, he stared long and hard at the well worn fabric. He’d worn them when Rose had had her face stolen by the Wire, and when he thought he’d lost her in Rome.

He’d been wearing them when he’d first told her goodbye.

The simple action of slipping that chain around her neck had been enough to tear him apart, but then she came back and he helplessly watch her be pulled toward the worst sort of hell he could begin to imagine, only to be caught at the last and final moment and taken away from him for what most assuredly had been forever.

He hadn’t taken them off when he spoke to her on the beach. Actually he hadn’t changed his clothes for some time after Canary Warf. He was just too numb. Then again as he didn’t perspire like a human, it wasn’t as if he had a strange smell because of it. Donna would have definitely noticed if he had, and would have told him so.

Every time he wore them, something bad happened.

Evidently, these were his angst pants.

This time it had been Rose’s turn to say goodbye, and that had almost hurt him worse than he could describe.

Shuffling his feet into the leg holes, he quickly tugged them on and gathered up his suit. Blue wasn’t his color. At least that is what Rose had told him before she fell apart. That was just after she blatantly insulted this suit. Oh well, it didn’t matter. He liked the brown one just as well, and he was happy to don it again for her. There was nothing to be sad about.

Walking barefooted across the grating in the corridor, he paused at the newly formed door near Rose’s room. Pushing it open with the utmost care, he peered in at the tiny sleeping figure, whose soft presence buzzed in his head.

Smiling gently he pulled the door shut and continued on to his own room. His old, over-worn, bluish black, Alterian cotton pants may have been his constant companion through out some of the worst parts of his recent life, but they had been there when he was reunited with the person who had saved him in so many ways.

Maybe his pants weren’t so angsty after all.

Dropping the clothing in the first bin under the stairs, he turned down the second left and made a bee line for the kitchen. Rose would like a nice cuppa when she woke.

Author's note: Do feel free to request something. I am having fun writing these.