RushBelle
Rushbelle: True Love’s Proof: Belle sees what it’s like to work with Rush when he’s been up for 24 hours straight. - notalwayslate
True Love’s Proof: Fatigue
Belle heard the shouting long before she reached the console room. She had been on her way back to her quarters and wanted to see where Nick was in his shift. According to her own calculations, he should have been in bed asleep ten hours ago. But as she neared the console room, it was definitely Nick’s voice that was echoing down the hallway.
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“All of time and space.” He stepped into the TARDIS, walking around of what I suppossed it was the control panel. “Everywhere and anywhere. Every star that ever was.” He stopped in front of a screen, and looked at me.
I was still afraid; I had just accepted going with an stranger that had a spaceship and could take me anywere in all the space and time. It definitely sounded crazy.
But everything was real as the air I was breathing.
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For those days we felt like a mistake, Those times when love’s what you hate Somehow We keep marchin’ on
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“Are you okay, Belle? Are you hurt?”
“No, Doctor. I’m fine.” I smiled when I felt the touch of his hand in my arm, soothing me.
Escaping from the Gas Ghosts have been traumatic; I just had seen a woman die in front of me. In that moment, I hated traveling with the Doctor. I hated everything that he had shown me.
What I loved had been turned into hate. But his voice and his warmth showed me that such things happen, and reminded me that we had saved the whole human race again. Taveling with him was seeing the balance between life and death. And although we both hated (he more than me) seeing beings die, that was the life cycle.
He knew it better than anyone.
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For this dance we move with each other[…]There’s so many wars we fought There’s so many things we’re not[…]I promise you that we are marchin’ on
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My deep blue eyes were stuck in his dark brown ones; my breathing was accelerated, I was about to start shacking. When he would open his mouth again?
And as if he had read my mind, The Doctor spoke again.
“Where do you want to start?”
Lyrics from Marchin’ on of OneRepublic [x]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/1c88ecd0e96f2c09c87068a6fe416b63/tumblr_ml3oh6w7ym1qj019po1_500.png)
“All of time and space.” He stepped into the TARDIS, walking around of what I suppossed it was the control panel. “Everywhere and anywhere. Every star that ever was.” He stopped in front of a screen, and looked at me.
I was still afraid; I had just accepted going with an stranger that had a spaceship and could take me anywere in all the space and time. It definitely sounded crazy.
But everything was real as the air I was breathing.
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For those days we felt like a mistake,
Those times when love’s what you hate
Somehow
We keep marchin’ on~~~~~~~~~~
“Are you okay, Belle? Are you hurt?”
“No, Doctor. I’m fine.” I smiled when I felt the touch of his hand in my arm, soothing me.
Escaping from the Gas Ghosts have been traumatic; I just had seen a woman die in front of me. In that moment, I hated traveling with the Doctor. I hated everything that he had shown me.
What I loved had been turned into hate. But his voice and his warmth showed me that such things happen, and reminded me that we had saved the whole human race again. Taveling with him was seeing the balance between life and death. And although we both hated (he more than me) seeing beings die, that was the life cycle.
He knew it better than anyone.
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For this dance we move with each other
[…]
There’s so many wars we fought
There’s so many things we’re not
[…]
I promise you that we are marchin’ on~~~~~~~~~~
My deep blue eyes were stuck in his dark brown ones; my breathing was accelerated, I was about to start shacking. When he would open his mouth again?
And as if he had read my mind, The Doctor spoke again.
“Where do you want to start?”
Lyrics from Marchin’ on of OneRepublic [x]
So, since a surprising number of people (and by surprising number, I mean more than 3) expressed interest in it, here is Girls’ Night
which I now realize sounds like a really crappy pornowritten from Rush’s POV, complete with awkwardness and some little big damn heroics.The awkward phrasing of the first few sentences is meant to be the echoes of the dialogue of the first chapter and I hope that came across well enough.
Hope you enjoy!
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“…Ah… ah ah… shit, shit-it!”
“…unpleasant-ant, doesn’t it-it?”
“…Disney princess, Belle-elle!”
If he’d been a dog, Rush was sure his ears would have visibly perked up at the mention of his assistant. He’d been on his way to the dining hall, taking a mandated (by Young, of course) break to rest and eat. He’d taken a less direct path from the control room in an attempt to avoid anyone else considering how very irritated he was feeling. Not that it was out of the norm, how much he wanted to smash something heavy and satisfyingly fragile, but it did not make for great conversation. But as he was passing the corridor to the observation deck he’d heard the bouncing echoes of female voices. Hearing Belle’s name had completely derailed his plan and drawn him in like a man well under a curse.
anon prompted: Role reversal, Belle the brilliant and jackass scientist and Rush as the gruff but good-natured and well-liked person.
i.
The lighting was dim in the near empty console room, a sure sign that it was time for normal people to give up on their work until the next morning. Dr. Belle French, not being normal, squinted as she continued frantically typing lines of key code into an overworked computer system. A yawn built at the back of her throat but she choked it down, unwilling to admit defeat even to herself. When the flying numbers began to blur, she allowed herself a moment to lay her head against her hands on the screen, telling herself that a thirty-second respite would get her complaining body back in order.
“You’re still up.”
Belle whipped her head up fast enough that it twinged painfully and she grimaced, rubbing at it with a pale hand. Her pseudo-assistant stared at her with deep brown eyes, the scruff covering his lower face somehow appearing well managed even without Earth’s conveniences. His words held no trace of mockery or question; he was well aware that she stayed up far later than she ought to, though he never tried to force her to sleep. She was grateful to him for that.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to suffer?”
“Most probably.”
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“Don’t cry. I’ll be back.”
“But you won’t be the same…”
“I promise I’ll be.”
“For real?”
“As certain as the universe.”
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For Serri, my bowl of soup and my special snowflake.
Summary: Some of the women on Destiny gather for a night away from the men and end up gabbing about…. personal things. Rush overhears and awkwardness ensues. Just a silly, fun drabble that didn’t want to leave me alone.
Rating: Totally PG, besides drinking and a few swear words.
“Ah, shit!” Tamara sucked in a breath through her teeth and rubbing at watering eyes. “That stuff stings.”
She stretched out the arm holding the bottle to the next person in the circle, Belle, who took it gingerly and wrinkled her nose before sipping with one hand firmly pinching her nostrils, though it did little to lessen the burn of the alcohol as it traveled down her throat.
anon prompted: RushBelle. They do not make it home and instead have kids, grow old, and die onboard the ship.
I apologize in advance. It was not supposed to be this…this.
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He hadn’t expected to make it home, but he knew Belle had and it was the only reason he was at all upset about the gate failing. Despite her protests he had stayed awake for a good 73 hours typing codes into the control panel, but by the time he finally passed out he had still accomplished nothing. People were yelling, angry that the promise Young had stupidly made was falling through. Some of them (most) resorted to tears. Belle was steadfast through it all, her face so perfectly blank that Rush knew it was hiding a myriad of things. When he finally confronted Young about learning not to make promises he couldn’t keep, the memory of that blankness hurt more than the fist that collided with his cheek. The gate was broken beyond repair, never going to return to Earth, and Rush finally had to admit it. He was holding Belle against him when the crack in her shell finally appeared, and she sobbed herself sick against his shoulder in the safety of their quarters.
Anon prompted: RushBelle: She is a single mother and widow. Belle is not sure how she got on Destiny with her little daughter, but she was never one to turn down an adventure.
She is not a physics professor or a mathematics major. Rush isn’t even entirely sure she has any sort of official…
“My love’s like a star, Belle. You can’t always see me. But know what? If you focus… You can see how bright it shines.”
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“So… You think you’ve seen it all?” He smiled. “Think again, Belle. Outside those doors there might be anything (and believe me when I say anything).” He pointed at the doors of the TARDIS. “You might find new worlds, terrifying monsters, impossible things…” He didn’t made any gestures. He just talked. And I was hypnotized by his voice.
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“Doctor… This hurts.” I said with tears in my eyes. Looking inside of the TARDIS hadn’t been a good idea. I was starting to regret it but at least I had contributed to stop the Daleks and the Doctor was safe. He was by my side. He was holding me. And I was smiling.
The pain was worthy.
“I think you need a doctor, Belle.“
I closed my eyes when I felt his lips over mine. Everything that happened was worthy now. Every single thing. I felt the power that the spaceship gave me leaving my body, letting my body free again.
I was feeling too much things at the same time, but I was trying to focus in the most important one: the Doctor had recognized at last my feelings for me.
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“If you come with me… Nothing can ever be the same again.”
I looked at him with suspicious eyes. We were on the alley near my building. The TARDIS was there. And he also was there.
He had saved me from the Plastic Men. He had saved my whole town. Something inside me was telling me that man could give me the biggest adventure of my life. He had said that everything could change.
And I wanted to change.
I ran towards him, taking his hand and stepping into the TARDIS.
“Come on, let’s go!”
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“I-I love you, Doctor.”
“And I love you, Belle.”
Title: Seasons of Light and Darkness, A Tale of Two Cities Rumple/Belle/Rush AU
Prologue: La Petite Belle
Rating: PG (for the moment; may eventually be upped to PG-13, but there isn’t any smut in this one)
Author’s Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANG!!!!!!!! I know this is something of a gyp since you were probably expecting a full chapter, but I had to post the prologue first. I’ll try to get chapter 1 up, soon. In the meantime, I shall attempt to placate you with bonus birthday smut :D
For everyone else who isn’t ANG, hope you enjoy, too. This one’s a little different from my usual fare - the lack of smut, for one lol - but I hope it meets my usual standards. Alright, best let you get on with it so I can post the smut and Chapter 1 tonight!
Nicholas Rush marched nervously about his office, straightening things here, dusting things there. He wouldn’t allow anything to be out of place today, not even a single sheet of parchment. Not on his first day as an official solicitor.
