*shoves giggly Rose and ruffle Doctor in your direction*
Doctor: *blink* Well, don't look at me. She did it *points at Rose*. There I was, sleeping, and I wake up and she's trying to kiss me. Rose: Seem to remember you launched yourself at me actually. Doctor: What? No. No... launching. Rose: *takes his hand* No? S'pose you don't want to continue where we left off, then. Doctor: ...Um. We have to - *laughs* - go, yes. Now. Bye! Rose: *wink*
She's probably sitting very very still so that we can't see her.
*whistles*
Opal, we have biscuits!
How about drunken toenail painting?
I still think I'm broken, but:
Rose: Wow, those are pink.
Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Very... very... pink.
Doctor: I noticed.
Rose: And how did you -
Doctor: Tony did them.
Rose: Oh.
Doctor: I think he stole the nail polish from Jackie.
Rose: Right. And -
Doctor: I was drunk.
Rose: [stares]
Doctor: I had a few glasses of eggnog.
Rose: Yeah, it's Dad's special recipe. You should've seen Mum serenading the staff with 'Silent Night' last year.
Doctor: [brain momentarily short-circuits] Anyway, Tony said I couldn't leave until we finished defending the fireplace from the ginger bread people - which seemed like a very important responsibility at the time - and also because the fairies were busy holding Rudolph hostage -
Rose: What?
Doctor: Don't ask. Matter of national security. And then -
Rose: You fell asleep, didn't you?
Doctor: Only a little bit!
Rose: You think they're a bit pretty, don't you?
Doctor: Well, they are very shiny.
Rose: You realize you and mum match, yeah?
Doctor: [long silence] Why is it we've never considered spending Christmas in Mexico?
The Doctor rolls a four and a one. Rose looks at the notebook.
“Howard….Jordan.”
“No. How did Howard get on there?”
Rose rolled her eyes and then rolled the dice. 3 and 6.
“Benji Saxon.”
“Not Saxon. Definitely not Saxon. No. Just. No. And not Benji either. Honestly Rose, where did you find these names?”
“A book. And we can’t exactly throw darts at it. The pages stick together. Look it’s just for…documents and aliases and stuff like that. It’s not like anyone’s going to really use it. Much. You’ll still be the Doctor.”
“Will I?”
Rose leans forward and kisses him on the nose. “Always. But I have to say, I don't think you gave Benji enough thought. It really rolls off the tongue.”
The Doctor takes her hand and suddenly becomes very interested in the veins along the back of it.
“Not Benji. What about Tyler?”
“For a first name?”
“For….for a last name.” He’s rubbing his hands over one of her fingers very deliberately. Rose pushes the notebooks and pencils and scoots as close to the Doctor as their legs will allow.
“Maybe. One day, eventually, if you ask me properly.” The Doctor rests his forehead against hers and wonders how proper a proposal can get. He’s just starting to figure out how to choreograph the all-dolphin synchronized swimming part when Rose says very softly.
“What about Noble?”
“Noble?”
“Yeah. Last name. ‘Cuz we’re avoiding Smith. It would be….or, no, would that be too…forget it, it’s not.”
“It’s good.” He says, kissing her properly. “I like it. Thank you.”
Rose smiles, and rearranges herself so that she’s properly sitting in his lap. “Now we just need a first name. How about….” She eyes her list behind his head.
“Coooorbin?”
He groans and Rose laughs and eventually they just end up in a heap on the floor.
"Rose, I think someone sold you a defective book. It's faulty. It's full of faulty names. You have to return it. Or give it to me, to dispose of properly."
"Quiet, Benji."
They don’t decide on a first name that day, but his last name sticks with him for a long time. Long enough to trade it in for Tyler “properly”.
Rose discovers that sometimes she'd rather they weren't quite the same man:
“Rose. Rose.” Poke. Poke.
“No.” she groans. “No, no, no. I was hoping it was just because you didn’t sleep much. I was hoping it was because you were bored. Why? Why does it have to be like this?”
“Rose. I made bacon. And eggs. And toast with jam. Only your toaster didn’t work quite right so I took the right side off and tried to fix the coils only I haven’t got my sonic screwdriver so I couldn’t weld it all together and…anyway, I think we need a new toaster. And new sonic technology.”
Rose pulled her covers over her head and curled into a little ball. This had never worked in the past when the Doctor had tried to wake her up, but some small part of her was hopeful that his new half-human side would be confused by the “curled up under the comforter” defensive move of many a late sleeper before her.
“Why did you have to be a morning person?”
Lots of things don’t really change.
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(Okay, those are the only fluffy bits. Really. Although I could probably crossover drabble Middleman and Doctor Who. Stupid quirky sci-fi shows.)
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*throws youtube at you*
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Won't be able to watch until I get home though. It's blocked on the work computer.
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*searches
intertubesmemories*Gherkins by
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PICTURES OF KITTENS.
OR PUPPIES: http://www.dailypuppy.com/
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*shoves giggly Rose and ruffle Doctor in your direction*
Doctor: *blink* Well, don't look at me. She did it *points at Rose*. There I was, sleeping, and I wake up and she's trying to kiss me.
Rose: Seem to remember you launched yourself at me actually.
Doctor: What? No. No... launching.
Rose: *takes his hand* No? S'pose you don't want to continue where we left off, then.
Doctor: ...Um. We have to - *laughs* - go, yes. Now. Bye!
Rose: *wink*
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O_O
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Better?
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I think my creative brain is broken. Humph.
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She's probably sitting very very still so that we can't see her.
I think my creative brain is broken. Humph.
*PATS*
How about drunken toenail painting?
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*whistles*
Opal, we have biscuits!
How about drunken toenail painting?
I still think I'm broken, but:
Rose: Wow, those are pink.
Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Very... very... pink.
Doctor: I noticed.
Rose: And how did you -
Doctor: Tony did them.
Rose: Oh.
Doctor: I think he stole the nail polish from Jackie.
Rose: Right. And -
Doctor: I was drunk.
Rose: [stares]
Doctor: I had a few glasses of eggnog.
Rose: Yeah, it's Dad's special recipe. You should've seen Mum serenading the staff with 'Silent Night' last year.
Doctor: [brain momentarily short-circuits] Anyway, Tony said I couldn't leave until we finished defending the fireplace from the ginger bread people - which seemed like a very important responsibility at the time - and also because the fairies were busy holding Rudolph hostage -
Rose: What?
Doctor: Don't ask. Matter of national security. And then -
Rose: You fell asleep, didn't you?
Doctor: Only a little bit!
Rose: You think they're a bit pretty, don't you?
Doctor: Well, they are very shiny.
Rose: You realize you and mum match, yeah?
Doctor: [long silence] Why is it we've never considered spending Christmas in Mexico?
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Oh dear. I appear to be getting myself a reputation.
Today's fluffy ficlet is here by the way.
(Also, drunken nail polish = WIN.)
*snips*
The Doctor rolls a four and a one. Rose looks at the notebook.
“Howard….Jordan.”
“No. How did Howard get on there?”
Rose rolled her eyes and then rolled the dice. 3 and 6.
“Benji Saxon.”
“Not Saxon. Definitely not Saxon. No. Just. No. And not Benji either. Honestly Rose, where did you find these names?”
“A book. And we can’t exactly throw darts at it. The pages stick together. Look it’s just for…documents and aliases and stuff like that. It’s not like anyone’s going to really use it. Much. You’ll still be the Doctor.”
“Will I?”
Rose leans forward and kisses him on the nose. “Always. But I have to say, I don't think you gave Benji enough thought. It really rolls off the tongue.”
The Doctor takes her hand and suddenly becomes very interested in the veins along the back of it.
“Not Benji. What about Tyler?”
“For a first name?”
“For….for a last name.” He’s rubbing his hands over one of her fingers very deliberately. Rose pushes the notebooks and pencils and scoots as close to the Doctor as their legs will allow.
“Maybe. One day, eventually, if you ask me properly.” The Doctor rests his forehead against hers and wonders how proper a proposal can get. He’s just starting to figure out how to choreograph the all-dolphin synchronized swimming part when Rose says very softly.
“What about Noble?”
“Noble?”
“Yeah. Last name. ‘Cuz we’re avoiding Smith. It would be….or, no, would that be too…forget it, it’s not.”
“It’s good.” He says, kissing her properly. “I like it. Thank you.”
Rose smiles, and rearranges herself so that she’s properly sitting in his lap. “Now we just need a first name. How about….” She eyes her list behind his head.
“Coooorbin?”
He groans and Rose laughs and eventually they just end up in a heap on the floor.
"Rose, I think someone sold you a defective book. It's faulty. It's full of faulty names. You have to return it. Or give it to me, to dispose of properly."
"Quiet, Benji."
They don’t decide on a first name that day, but his last name sticks with him for a long time. Long enough to trade it in for Tyler “properly”.
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*more snipping*
“Rose. Rose.” Poke. Poke.
“No.” she groans. “No, no, no. I was hoping it was just because you didn’t sleep much. I was hoping it was because you were bored. Why? Why does it have to be like this?”
“Rose. I made bacon. And eggs. And toast with jam. Only your toaster didn’t work quite right so I took the right side off and tried to fix the coils only I haven’t got my sonic screwdriver so I couldn’t weld it all together and…anyway, I think we need a new toaster. And new sonic technology.”
Rose pulled her covers over her head and curled into a little ball. This had never worked in the past when the Doctor had tried to wake her up, but some small part of her was hopeful that his new half-human side would be confused by the “curled up under the comforter” defensive move of many a late sleeper before her.
“Why did you have to be a morning person?”
Lots of things don’t really change.
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Although I could probably crossover drabble Middleman and Doctor Who. Stupid quirky sci-fi shows.)Re: *more snipping*
And Middleman crossover!!
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