Teamwork
Title: Teamwork
Authors: addicted101 & mimfish
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Summary: “Teamwork…means never having to take all the blame yourself.”
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters. The BBC does. *le sigh*
Authors' Notes: My friend and I decided to write a series of short stories about the Doctor and Rose, based on various sayings. This is the first (of many...?).
“So what is this place anyway, Doctor?” Rose asked as they wandered along a wide path on their way to the huge palace in the distance. She squinted in the sunlight to take in the building as they strolled closer. “It looks an awful lot like one of those National Trust houses back home.”
The Doctor grinned at her. “Well, you’re not far off actually. When humans spread out to explore the universe, this is one of the many, many places that they intermingled with the existing inhabitants. And of course, they brought a bit of home with them.”
Rose nodded as she added this piece of information to the rapidly increasing catalogue of universal knowledge stored in her brain. “Just like so many others.”
They’d almost reached the palace gates when a burly guard holding what looked like a spear stepped forward and commanded in a gruff voice, “Halt! Who goes there?”
Rose looked at the Doctor and fought to hold her giggles inside. “Halt, who goes there?” she repeated in a disbelieving whisper. “Honestly, who says that anymore?”
“You’d be surprised,” the Doctor replied with a smirk. “You want to answer him, or shall I?”
“I will!” said Rose, her eyes lighting up. “I hardly ever get to do the introductions.”
“Best use the psychic paper then,” he said, deftly passing it to her behind his back. “Now remember to concentrate on exactly what you want it to say.”
“I know, I know.”
“Don’t let your mind wander.”
“Got it.”
Rose stepped forward and as she did so, she caught sight of two young children playing in the yard with what looked like a dog with no nose. She shook her head and tried to concentrate, holding up the psychic paper. “We are-”
“I can see who you are,” the guard interrupted. “Your identification says you’re the new child-minders.”
“Child-minders?” the Doctor mouthed to Rose, his expression less than pleased.
“Uh, tell me again… Whose children are we minding?” Rose asked with a gulp.
“Why, the king and queen’s children,” the guard said proudly. “Prince Baako and Princess Kamaria. You’re right on time. I’ll take you to the queen right now.”
“O-okay…” Rose stammered, glancing at the Doctor. He just shrugged and followed the guard, Rose close behind.
************
“Rose!” the Doctor called as he sprinted past. “A little help?!”
Rose looked up from the book she was reading to the young princess. “Can’t you do it yourself? We’re just getting to the good bit.”
The Doctor ran back the other way, pursuing a very speedy Prince Baako who was clearly enjoying literally running circles around his new ‘playmate’.
“I told you, Rose,” the Doctor moaned as he narrowly missed catching the young royal, “I don’t do domestic! And you got us into this with your lack of concentration at the vital moment.”
Rose frowned. “I said I was sorry. I’ve seen you vanquish a werewolf before - this is just one kid. I’m sure you can handle him.”
“But you don’t understand, Rose,” the Doctor continued, “this is hard! Give me another round with the werewolf any day.”
“You’ll think of something,” Rose told him, going back to her book.
Left to solve the problem on his own, the Doctor used his superior Time Lord brain to think of different ways that he could amuse his charge.
“Nope,” he said to the first idea, “too messy.” He thought again. “No. Too flammable.” Finally he hit upon an idea that seemed practically perfect in every way. “A little object animation never hurt anyone…”
************
Still curled up with the angelic princess Kamaria and already on to their second book of fairytales, Rose started and looked around. She’d heard a very worrying sound coming from the opposite side of the nursery. Namely, the spot where the Doctor had finally managed to subdue Prince Baako.
“Doctor?” she called out. “What’re you doing over there?”
“Nothing!” the Doctor singsonged back.
Another disturbing noise issued from the corner they crouched in. “Doctor…” Rose tried again.
“Really, Rose, it’s nothing!” the Doctor insisted. “Baako and I are just playing.”
“With what?” Rose said warily.
“Just the sonic screwdriver. Don’t panic. It’ll be fine!”
Rose wasn’t so sure about this. Her reservations turned out to be well-founded, as was evidenced in the next moment when two armies of toy soldiers carrying guns were unleashed upon the nursery. The battle began.
“Doctor!” Rose yelled as a stray bullet caught her hand, stinging the flesh somewhat painfully. “They’ve got real bullets!”
“What?” The Doctor leapt up and rushed over to Rose, dragging Baako with him. They narrowly avoided the crossfire, joining Rose and Kamaria where they’d hidden behind a set of shelves. “Who would give a child toy soldiers with real bullets?”
“I don’t think they were real until you animated them!” Rose hissed at him.
“Oh.” The Doctor looked sheepish for a moment.
“You’re going to traumatise the children!” Rose reprimanded. “They’re only four and they’re seeing all these people die!”
The Doctor lit up. “Don’t worry, I’ll animate a medic!”
“No!” Rose said frantically. “No more animation!” She then calmed down a bit and smiled wryly. “I think one doctor around here is more than enough already.”
The Doctor surveyed the toy carnage over the top of the shelves, Rose beside him. “Point taken.”
“Can’t you unanimate them?” Rose asked, ducking down again as a shot whizzed over their heads.
“Course I can!” he cried, the grin returning to his face. “I just need to get close enough.”
Rose passed him the now abandoned fairytale book. “For cover,” she explained when he looked questioningly at her.
“Thanks,” he said, his smile never wavering. “Wish me luck!”
“Good luck, Doctor!” chorused Baako and Kamaria.
“Good luck,” Rose added a little more quietly.
The Doctor ran out on to the battlefield, his book shield in front of his face. With one swift movement he sonicked the soldiers back to toy oblivion.
“Is it safe to come out yet?” Rose ventured, peeking from behind her makeshift barricade.
“Yep,” the Doctor responded, popping his ‘p’ as he often did. “All quiet on the Western front!”
Just then the door to the nursery opened and a woman in long robes entered. At the sight of the mess on the floor and the numerous tiny bullet holes now peppering the contents of the nursery, her eyes narrowed in anger and she stepped further into the room.
“What has been going on here?” she demanded to know. “What have you been doing with my children? Where are they?”
“It was great, Mummy!” Baako cried, running out from behind the shelf. Kamaria soon followed. “The Doctor animated my toy armies and they had a war!”
“He what?!” the queen shrieked.
“Uh, I think it’s time we were leaving, Rose,” said the Doctor sidling towards the open door. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yep.” Rose joined him in his bid for departure. “Time to go.”
“Doctor!” bellowed the queen. “You were employed to mind my children, not to put them on the front line!”
“Well, it wasn’t all his fault,” Rose admitted leaving the Doctor’s side and going over to the queen. “I should have kept a closer eye on him. You know men.” She winked. “Boys and their toys.”
“Yes, well…” The queen looked to be calming down somewhat. “I do know what you mean. My husband has his moments too.”
“So, I’m not entirely to blame then,” the Doctor said brightly.
“For the animation side of things? Yes,” Rose replied firmly. “But I did get us the job in the first place. And we sorted it out. Together.”
“Teamwork, that’s us!” quipped the Doctor. “Sharing the blame throughout space and time!”
Authors: addicted101 & mimfish
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Summary: “Teamwork…means never having to take all the blame yourself.”
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters. The BBC does. *le sigh*
Authors' Notes: My friend and I decided to write a series of short stories about the Doctor and Rose, based on various sayings. This is the first (of many...?).
“So what is this place anyway, Doctor?” Rose asked as they wandered along a wide path on their way to the huge palace in the distance. She squinted in the sunlight to take in the building as they strolled closer. “It looks an awful lot like one of those National Trust houses back home.”
The Doctor grinned at her. “Well, you’re not far off actually. When humans spread out to explore the universe, this is one of the many, many places that they intermingled with the existing inhabitants. And of course, they brought a bit of home with them.”
Rose nodded as she added this piece of information to the rapidly increasing catalogue of universal knowledge stored in her brain. “Just like so many others.”
They’d almost reached the palace gates when a burly guard holding what looked like a spear stepped forward and commanded in a gruff voice, “Halt! Who goes there?”
Rose looked at the Doctor and fought to hold her giggles inside. “Halt, who goes there?” she repeated in a disbelieving whisper. “Honestly, who says that anymore?”
“You’d be surprised,” the Doctor replied with a smirk. “You want to answer him, or shall I?”
“I will!” said Rose, her eyes lighting up. “I hardly ever get to do the introductions.”
“Best use the psychic paper then,” he said, deftly passing it to her behind his back. “Now remember to concentrate on exactly what you want it to say.”
“I know, I know.”
“Don’t let your mind wander.”
“Got it.”
Rose stepped forward and as she did so, she caught sight of two young children playing in the yard with what looked like a dog with no nose. She shook her head and tried to concentrate, holding up the psychic paper. “We are-”
“I can see who you are,” the guard interrupted. “Your identification says you’re the new child-minders.”
“Child-minders?” the Doctor mouthed to Rose, his expression less than pleased.
“Uh, tell me again… Whose children are we minding?” Rose asked with a gulp.
“Why, the king and queen’s children,” the guard said proudly. “Prince Baako and Princess Kamaria. You’re right on time. I’ll take you to the queen right now.”
“O-okay…” Rose stammered, glancing at the Doctor. He just shrugged and followed the guard, Rose close behind.
************
“Rose!” the Doctor called as he sprinted past. “A little help?!”
Rose looked up from the book she was reading to the young princess. “Can’t you do it yourself? We’re just getting to the good bit.”
The Doctor ran back the other way, pursuing a very speedy Prince Baako who was clearly enjoying literally running circles around his new ‘playmate’.
“I told you, Rose,” the Doctor moaned as he narrowly missed catching the young royal, “I don’t do domestic! And you got us into this with your lack of concentration at the vital moment.”
Rose frowned. “I said I was sorry. I’ve seen you vanquish a werewolf before - this is just one kid. I’m sure you can handle him.”
“But you don’t understand, Rose,” the Doctor continued, “this is hard! Give me another round with the werewolf any day.”
“You’ll think of something,” Rose told him, going back to her book.
Left to solve the problem on his own, the Doctor used his superior Time Lord brain to think of different ways that he could amuse his charge.
“Nope,” he said to the first idea, “too messy.” He thought again. “No. Too flammable.” Finally he hit upon an idea that seemed practically perfect in every way. “A little object animation never hurt anyone…”
************
Still curled up with the angelic princess Kamaria and already on to their second book of fairytales, Rose started and looked around. She’d heard a very worrying sound coming from the opposite side of the nursery. Namely, the spot where the Doctor had finally managed to subdue Prince Baako.
“Doctor?” she called out. “What’re you doing over there?”
“Nothing!” the Doctor singsonged back.
Another disturbing noise issued from the corner they crouched in. “Doctor…” Rose tried again.
“Really, Rose, it’s nothing!” the Doctor insisted. “Baako and I are just playing.”
“With what?” Rose said warily.
“Just the sonic screwdriver. Don’t panic. It’ll be fine!”
Rose wasn’t so sure about this. Her reservations turned out to be well-founded, as was evidenced in the next moment when two armies of toy soldiers carrying guns were unleashed upon the nursery. The battle began.
“Doctor!” Rose yelled as a stray bullet caught her hand, stinging the flesh somewhat painfully. “They’ve got real bullets!”
“What?” The Doctor leapt up and rushed over to Rose, dragging Baako with him. They narrowly avoided the crossfire, joining Rose and Kamaria where they’d hidden behind a set of shelves. “Who would give a child toy soldiers with real bullets?”
“I don’t think they were real until you animated them!” Rose hissed at him.
“Oh.” The Doctor looked sheepish for a moment.
“You’re going to traumatise the children!” Rose reprimanded. “They’re only four and they’re seeing all these people die!”
The Doctor lit up. “Don’t worry, I’ll animate a medic!”
“No!” Rose said frantically. “No more animation!” She then calmed down a bit and smiled wryly. “I think one doctor around here is more than enough already.”
The Doctor surveyed the toy carnage over the top of the shelves, Rose beside him. “Point taken.”
“Can’t you unanimate them?” Rose asked, ducking down again as a shot whizzed over their heads.
“Course I can!” he cried, the grin returning to his face. “I just need to get close enough.”
Rose passed him the now abandoned fairytale book. “For cover,” she explained when he looked questioningly at her.
“Thanks,” he said, his smile never wavering. “Wish me luck!”
“Good luck, Doctor!” chorused Baako and Kamaria.
“Good luck,” Rose added a little more quietly.
The Doctor ran out on to the battlefield, his book shield in front of his face. With one swift movement he sonicked the soldiers back to toy oblivion.
“Is it safe to come out yet?” Rose ventured, peeking from behind her makeshift barricade.
“Yep,” the Doctor responded, popping his ‘p’ as he often did. “All quiet on the Western front!”
Just then the door to the nursery opened and a woman in long robes entered. At the sight of the mess on the floor and the numerous tiny bullet holes now peppering the contents of the nursery, her eyes narrowed in anger and she stepped further into the room.
“What has been going on here?” she demanded to know. “What have you been doing with my children? Where are they?”
“It was great, Mummy!” Baako cried, running out from behind the shelf. Kamaria soon followed. “The Doctor animated my toy armies and they had a war!”
“He what?!” the queen shrieked.
“Uh, I think it’s time we were leaving, Rose,” said the Doctor sidling towards the open door. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yep.” Rose joined him in his bid for departure. “Time to go.”
“Doctor!” bellowed the queen. “You were employed to mind my children, not to put them on the front line!”
“Well, it wasn’t all his fault,” Rose admitted leaving the Doctor’s side and going over to the queen. “I should have kept a closer eye on him. You know men.” She winked. “Boys and their toys.”
“Yes, well…” The queen looked to be calming down somewhat. “I do know what you mean. My husband has his moments too.”
“So, I’m not entirely to blame then,” the Doctor said brightly.
“For the animation side of things? Yes,” Rose replied firmly. “But I did get us the job in the first place. And we sorted it out. Together.”
“Teamwork, that’s us!” quipped the Doctor. “Sharing the blame throughout space and time!”