Worlds out there (1/2)
Title: Worlds out there (1/2)
Rating: Teen [mild swearing]
Characters:
That there blue suited Ten, Rose, Jackie, Tony, Pete
Spoilers: This is my Journey’s End fic. So, not surprisingly, there are Journey’s End Spoilers.
Disclaimer: I wish it was mine...sadly, that dream will never happen.
Summary: It's Rose's birthday, and the Doctor has got several surprises for her.
It’s 5:30 in the morning, and yet Rose is sure that she can hear some loud popping noises from downstairs. She stumbles out of bed and creeps down the stairs, still rubbing her eyes. It’s too early, she can tell. She hasn’t even had her morning tea yet and already, someone’s woken her up.
As she reaches the lounge, the sound is becoming louder, and clearer. In fact, she can also hear some clunking noises, like someone is moving something very heavy around.
With a loud crash, she hears that someone gasp in pain. ‘Oh, bugger.’
Smiling, slightly, she pushes the door open just a crack and peers around it.
‘Everythi- Doctor, what on earth are you doing?’ she asks him, staring at the mess on the floor.
It looks like a magpie’s hoard, filled with things that have obviously interested him. Among the more mundane items are a pair of keys on a bright green keyring; a yellow left sock; a banana skin; a lump of purple-blue rock; a gas ring that she recognises as being from her mum’s house; a rainbow coloured pen that she remembers writes in whatever colour ink you wish it to; a copy of Emma (signed by the author, of course); a photograph of Martha, with a rather handsome looking man, both grinning into the camera; a tangle of wires connected to a large, maroon button; and what looked like a flower, turquoise coloured with red stamens. In the middle of it all, the Doctor is sitting there, grinning at her.
He gestures around him, madly. ‘Just emptying my pockets.’
‘Emptying your -’ she starts, but fails miserably to finish, as she’s laughing at him. He looks so silly, sitting there, with that grin on his face, and that hideous blue suit that she has no idea why it’s still around, even after a year and a half.
‘Yeah. I thought I might be able to find a birthday present for you. Y’know, ‘cause it’s your birthday today and everything,’ he babbles, and Rose grins. She’d almost forgotten that it was her birthday. Recently she’d been running up and down at work (thanks to an alien invasion in Basingstoke) and barely even finding time to come home, let alone talk to him.
‘Find anything?’ she asks him, curiously.
‘Mhm,’ he murmurs, in answer to her question. He sweeps away some of the junk beside him, and pats the ground, indicating that she should sit.
She sits beside him, and looks at the object he’s holding. It’s a green-ish colour, that Rose recognises, but she doesn’t remember where from. He looks at her expression, and smiles, passing it to her. It’s rather heavier than she expected, and oddly warm. She follows the curves of the object with a finger, and frowns.
‘Wanna know what it is?’ he says, clearly excited.
‘I dunno...it looks like a piece of coral or something,’ she says, still frowning at him.
He grins back at her and takes the object back into his lap. ‘Ooh, almost right. Actually...It’s a TARDIS.’
‘A TARDIS?’ Rose repeats, confused.
He’s obviously noticed the note of bewilderment in her voice and so he quickly tries to make sure that she understands. ‘I mean, it’s not a TARDIS yet. It has to grow first. It shouldn’t take much more than, oooh, what, 2 or 3 years. But then it will be. And it won’t look the same, because, you know, it’ll have a fixed chameleon circuit and everything. I just thought you’d like to.....Rose?’
She’s sitting there, a slightly dazed expression on her face. Rose turns to face him again and blinks at him. ‘A TARDIS.’
‘Yes, a TARDIS. I mean, we don’t always have to be up there, travelling, and I don’t think I’ll want to seeing as we - I - we have so much less time now, but, you know, if we ever get sick of Earth, we can go somewhere else, see different stars. I just thought that it’d be nice, to go somewhere different and...I dunno, do a bit more running than we actually do at the moment.’
He looks at her again. She’s still not saying anything. They sit there in silence for a minute, eyes locked on each other, as the sun rises from behind the curtain, and glows warmly on them.
‘Rose, err, are you okay?’ he asks, frowning.
Suddenly, she’s laughing and grinning. ‘Oh, you idiot.’
She whacks him around the head, and then snogs him senseless. He tastes like bananas and gold dust and something rather different.
Sometimes, Rose thinks, that’s all you can do with him.