Soldier's Spirit (A TenPetals AU)

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey There! This is my first official Doctor Who AU Fanfiction of which I have based off the love story between Rose and The 10th Doctor only set in WW2. I'll try to update as soon as possible but I am trying to write my other Hogwarts Fic at the same time :) If you want to visit my Doctor Who FanPage on Instagram find me @thatbadwolfgirl! Please vote and review this; it'll mean so much!

Chapter 1

    The clock had only just struck seven o’clock as Rose Tyler walked towards the entrance of the ‘Fox and The Hound’ public house. It was closest to her housing estate and Rose had only chosen to visit to this bar in particular because she hadn’t too walk far at all in the cold November night. Her mother had been nagging at her to get out for a while but Rose had never felt inclined to do so, London seemed so drab now and a night out on her own didn’t appeal to her at all. It wasn’t because of the war that was going on, which was the reason most people didn’t enjoy going out after the sun had set, that didn’t bother her, it was the fact that because of the war, no one was actually going to make a night out of anything, and that just made the entire thought of it just seem boring to Rose. However, finally she had pulled herself out of the front door to do something. She wasn’t expecting to have a good time, she wasn’t even expecting to talk to anyone at all, Rose had only decided it was time to make a move because there was nothing to read, nothing to listen to, nothing to do.

    Once upon  a time, some 4 years ago Rose would have loved to have gone out for a drink on her own, but that was the dream of a 17 year old, a mere teenager. Of course she couldn’t do anything on her own then, she couldn’t drink, and was quite timid to make a scene with other people, and besides anything she was scared about being being alone at night, especially with the drunks that would hang around the street corners who would force themselves upon her either in a sexual or thuggish manner, and, as a teenager, Rose didn’t want any of that. However that was some time back and Rose had grown up. She had started making a life of her own and she could cope much better without support than she did when she was 17.

    The music could be heard from outside the pub itself, before Rose even set foot through the door frame – some rendition of jazz was playing, quite upbeat and happy, much to Rose’s liking.

    As she had thought, the bar was quite full, some 50 people were crammed in what must have been a quarter of a hectre at most, and it was getting rather stuffy already. Most people were in groups of about half a dozen, and each was crowded round a table, drinking, laughing, and listening to the jazz band playing, Rose wasn’t quite sure what to make of the place yet – she couldn’t quite believe that so many people had been able to fit into such a small place, especially with the bar having been only open an hour before. Then again, she thought, most people would want to get there earlier to claim seats and get drinks while they last, she shrugged, she didn’t really understand what the rush was about; she was only just here, and she could see a few tables available, even if the space was tight.

    There was a significant amount of space at the bar area, thankfully, and Rose sat down at a stool to await a bartender to take her order, of which someone did straight away.

    ‘Cider, thanks,’ Rose stated, as the bartender asked her for her order. She noticed a man sat on the stool next to her; a tall man in a brown pinstriped suit, who smiled at her as he caught her gaze.

     ‘Good evening, ma’am,’ He was very polite compared to many people living around Rose’s estate, she could tell, and appreciated his kindness.