Word Count: 4943
Author's Summary: During one of her Dimension Cannon jumps, Rose runs into the Eleventh Doctor.
Warnings: Explicit sex
Recc'ed Because: It is true to character, extremely well written, bittersweet and also totally hot. I didn't realize I wanted this pairing until I read it. I love the setting and the set-up and everything that makes this story rise above the usual PWP rare pairings. (Also it has the best description of Eleven undressing, ever).
"...travelling all alone on Valentine's Day?" the barman is saying to Professor Bow-Tie as Rose walks into the bar.
That's when she notices the red and silver hearts decorating the mirrored wall behind the bar. Oh, it would be Valentine's Day. Brilliant.
"Alone. Yes." The young man rolls his empty glass between his palms. "My friends think I'm dead and my wife's in prison. But here we are."
"I'm sorry to hear that, sir," the barman says, as though people say things like that all the time. Maybe they do. He sets down another rainbow drink. "On the house."
Rose slides onto an empty stool and signals the barman. "I'll have what he's having."
The professor jerks, nearly spilling his drink, and spins on his stool to face her. Rose wonders if she's made an enormous faux pas; maybe it's horribly rude to bring up somebody's drink in this century. She's always mixing up local customs.