Fic: Stranded
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andverygingerFic: Stranded
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Nine, Rose
Spoilers: First (new) series.
Summary: Something else the Doctor doesn't like? Pickpockets. Especially those helping his companion make a point.
Author's Notes: Another one written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celsitude because she asked for "[s]omething along the lines of [Rose] not putting up with [the Doctor]holding the [TARDIS] as her ride home over her head all the time." Hope this one works. It's actually been kinda fun, trying to stretch my fic-writing muscles. =)
As always, constructive criticism welcomed. Flames drowned in Halon.
She found him lurking outside the TARDIS, hands stuffed deep into his pockets, scowl distorting his features. A part of her couldn't help but be amused: For all his 900 years, she thought, he really looked like an unruly kid.
"Lookin' for this?"
Hearing her voice, the Doctor looked up. His scowl deepened as he recognized the key and keychain she held, glinting in the lamplight. "Yeah," he replied. "For hours."
Rose tossed it to him, watching as he returned it to his pocket. The scowl didn't go away. "Coulda waited inside, ya know," she said. "Kinda chilly out, even for you."
"I told ya, Rose: I don't do domestic." There was a brief pause. "How did you get my key, anyway? You got one o' your own."
Rose shrugged. She wedged her fingertips into the front pockets of her jeans as she did so, attempting to ward off the cold. "Uncle Ernie," she replied. "Found 'e had a knack for it as a kid."
The Doctor shook his head. "A pickpocket. Beautiful." He leant against the blue frame of the TARDIS with a thump. "Charming family ya got there, Rose."
"'Ey!" Rose swatted him on the arm. "He's retired. 'Sides, he never picks at Christmas. Well, at least from the family."
"I'm not exactly family, now am I?"
"Well, ya could be adopted...if you weren't out here, all sulkin' and moody." Her lips pursed. "Anyway, I asked him to lift it."
At this, the scowl disappeared, replaced by widened eyes and raised brows. "What the hell'd you do that for?"
"To prove a point."
"Point? What 'point'?"
"So you could get wha' it feels like to be stranded."
"You mean you --" The scowl returned, this time as he moved toward her. "I don't think you understand, Rose. I need to get into the TARDIS. What would've happened if there'd been an invasion or...something? Not that I'm completely useless without the TARDIS, but I'm definitely better with her."
"And wha' about with me?" Rose shot back. "I had my key. 'Less you was plannin' on runnin' out an' leavin' me behind, we coulda used mine."
"If somethin' had happened to you --"
"If somethin' 'ad happened to me, you'd'a been out here, sulkin' because you 'don't do domestic.' But what happens to me if somethin' happens to you? I get stuck -- that's wha' happens. Just like you were stuck tonight. Some places, gettin' stuck wouldn't be bad; could even adjust to gettin' stuck here again, maybe. But 1869? Or 1987? Those woulda been bad."
The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, his teeth clicking together with the effort. His lips thinned as he regarded her. Rose didn't move, didn't flinch; the only way out of this conversation was through it. She couldn't back down now.
After a long moment, he nodded, exhaling a breath even he didn't realize he was holding. "All right. Fine. I'll at least teach you how to get the TARDIS home if somethin' happens to me. Satisfied?"
Rose nodded. "It'll do." A smile hesitantly tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Now, you gonna keep sulkin', or you gonna come eat dinner?"
"I dunno." Blue eyes glanced first down at the pavement, then back to Rose. "Your mum do the cookin'?"
"Nah. It's all take away. Well 'cept the tea." She watched him hesitate, then bumped his shoulder with her own. "C'mon. If nothin' else, you can have some tea."
"Yeah, yeah," the Doctor conceded after a moment. "Just tell your Uncle Ernie he'd better not touch m'sonic screwdriver."
Rose laughed as the fell into step, crossing the courtyard. "You got bigger problems than that, Doctor."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Mum's dragged out the mistletoe."
Making to turn around, the Doctor gave protest as Rose hooked her arm in his, dragging him back toward the stairs. "C'mon, ya big oaf. I'll protect you."
"You? Rose Tyler? Protect me?" A hint of amusement danced in his eyes as he looked to her. "An' just how ya gonna do that?"
"Easy -- get the mistletoe from Mum." With a waggle of her brows, followed by another boisterous cackle, Rose dragged the Doctor back into the domestic fray.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Nine, Rose
Spoilers: First (new) series.
Summary: Something else the Doctor doesn't like? Pickpockets. Especially those helping his companion make a point.
Author's Notes: Another one written for
celsitude because she asked for "[s]omething along the lines of [Rose] not putting up with [the Doctor]holding the [TARDIS] as her ride home over her head all the time." Hope this one works. It's actually been kinda fun, trying to stretch my fic-writing muscles. =)As always, constructive criticism welcomed. Flames drowned in Halon.
She found him lurking outside the TARDIS, hands stuffed deep into his pockets, scowl distorting his features. A part of her couldn't help but be amused: For all his 900 years, she thought, he really looked like an unruly kid.
"Lookin' for this?"
Hearing her voice, the Doctor looked up. His scowl deepened as he recognized the key and keychain she held, glinting in the lamplight. "Yeah," he replied. "For hours."
Rose tossed it to him, watching as he returned it to his pocket. The scowl didn't go away. "Coulda waited inside, ya know," she said. "Kinda chilly out, even for you."
"I told ya, Rose: I don't do domestic." There was a brief pause. "How did you get my key, anyway? You got one o' your own."
Rose shrugged. She wedged her fingertips into the front pockets of her jeans as she did so, attempting to ward off the cold. "Uncle Ernie," she replied. "Found 'e had a knack for it as a kid."
The Doctor shook his head. "A pickpocket. Beautiful." He leant against the blue frame of the TARDIS with a thump. "Charming family ya got there, Rose."
"'Ey!" Rose swatted him on the arm. "He's retired. 'Sides, he never picks at Christmas. Well, at least from the family."
"I'm not exactly family, now am I?"
"Well, ya could be adopted...if you weren't out here, all sulkin' and moody." Her lips pursed. "Anyway, I asked him to lift it."
At this, the scowl disappeared, replaced by widened eyes and raised brows. "What the hell'd you do that for?"
"To prove a point."
"Point? What 'point'?"
"So you could get wha' it feels like to be stranded."
"You mean you --" The scowl returned, this time as he moved toward her. "I don't think you understand, Rose. I need to get into the TARDIS. What would've happened if there'd been an invasion or...something? Not that I'm completely useless without the TARDIS, but I'm definitely better with her."
"And wha' about with me?" Rose shot back. "I had my key. 'Less you was plannin' on runnin' out an' leavin' me behind, we coulda used mine."
"If somethin' had happened to you --"
"If somethin' 'ad happened to me, you'd'a been out here, sulkin' because you 'don't do domestic.' But what happens to me if somethin' happens to you? I get stuck -- that's wha' happens. Just like you were stuck tonight. Some places, gettin' stuck wouldn't be bad; could even adjust to gettin' stuck here again, maybe. But 1869? Or 1987? Those woulda been bad."
The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, his teeth clicking together with the effort. His lips thinned as he regarded her. Rose didn't move, didn't flinch; the only way out of this conversation was through it. She couldn't back down now.
After a long moment, he nodded, exhaling a breath even he didn't realize he was holding. "All right. Fine. I'll at least teach you how to get the TARDIS home if somethin' happens to me. Satisfied?"
Rose nodded. "It'll do." A smile hesitantly tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Now, you gonna keep sulkin', or you gonna come eat dinner?"
"I dunno." Blue eyes glanced first down at the pavement, then back to Rose. "Your mum do the cookin'?"
"Nah. It's all take away. Well 'cept the tea." She watched him hesitate, then bumped his shoulder with her own. "C'mon. If nothin' else, you can have some tea."
"Yeah, yeah," the Doctor conceded after a moment. "Just tell your Uncle Ernie he'd better not touch m'sonic screwdriver."
Rose laughed as the fell into step, crossing the courtyard. "You got bigger problems than that, Doctor."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Mum's dragged out the mistletoe."
Making to turn around, the Doctor gave protest as Rose hooked her arm in his, dragging him back toward the stairs. "C'mon, ya big oaf. I'll protect you."
"You? Rose Tyler? Protect me?" A hint of amusement danced in his eyes as he looked to her. "An' just how ya gonna do that?"
"Easy -- get the mistletoe from Mum." With a waggle of her brows, followed by another boisterous cackle, Rose dragged the Doctor back into the domestic fray.