DW Fic: It's a Funny Old Tardis
Title: It's a Funny Old Tardis
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten & Rose
Word count: 516
Rating: PG for crack
Setting: Some point during S2 so no spoilers. ;)
Series: None
Summary: “I don’t suppose…” he said slowly, “you have any idea what’s going on?”
Author's Notes: This is my brand of therapy. What from? Well, some of you know and some don't but if you do know then yeah, that's what. I think I just confused myself.
Written for
luckylau85 ! This one's for you!! And for everyone else who needs a smile. Special thanks to
tinuviel428 , an absolutely FANTASTIC beta.
It’s a Funny Old Tardis
“It’s a funny old world, ain’t it?”
“Hmmm?” came her distracted reply through the door.
“Although, strictly speaking, the Tardis isn’t a world. Not even rightly a spaceship. So I suppose it should actually be ‘It’s a funny ancient magnificent time ship, ain’t it?’ But that’s not right at all. Doesn’t have…I dunno, quite the same ring to it.”
“I think I need that other towel now, please.” Her hand appeared through the crack in the door and he obediently handed it over.
“Right, back to the point. This frankly magnificent time ship is…well, a bit odd at times. Now, I know that you’ve had troubles navigating the corridors, which really isn’t surprising given the fact that you’re human. Not that I mean that in a bad way, you’re just not equipped with my Time Lord superpowers.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So what I don’t understand is why I’m having trouble all of the sudden.”
She poked her head out of the door and studying him quizzically. “Why Doctor, are you having problems? In your own Tardis? For shame.”
He was momentarily distracted by the sight of her dripping wet hair. This led to a thought about the rest of her behind the door. He concluded that the door might be the only manner of protection she had. Which wasn’t helping him form his argument.
He busied himself with grabbing another towel and passing it to her. His mind was momentarily distracted by the texture of the towel and its color.
“It’s a funny old Tardis,” he said, clearing his throat. “But usually the old girl…I don’t know Rose. I’m sure she’s having a lark or something.”
“What makes you say that, Doctor?”
“Because every time I try to get to the control room, I end up here. By your bathroom door.”
Rose stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. She grinned cheekily at the Doctor. “Are you sure you’re not imagining things?”
“Pretty sure…” he said slowly, eyes slightly unfocused.
She shrugged at him and ran her fingers through her hair. “You’re a clever man, you work it out. Now turn around.”
The Doctor turned and closed his eyes, listening to the ruffle of fabric and the dull thump of the towel hitting the ground. “It always seems to happen when…well…”
“Say it.”
“Whenyou’reintheshower,” the words came in a rush.
“Yep, that about sums it up. Every time I’m in the shower, you show up. Why is that, Doctor?”
“I haven’t the foggiest.”
She chuckled and spun him around to face her.
Rose Tyler stood before him fully clothed. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relieved. But he did know one thing. Her eyes had a mischievous gleam.
“I don’t suppose…” he said slowly, “you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Of course I do, Doctor. I asked her to do it, after all.”
“Why?”
“To keep you away from the console of course!”
“But--“
She rolled her eyes at him. “Seriously Doctor, how else am I gonna get a proper shower? You’re always landing when I’m in the middle of one!”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten & Rose
Word count: 516
Rating: PG for crack
Setting: Some point during S2 so no spoilers. ;)
Series: None
Summary: “I don’t suppose…” he said slowly, “you have any idea what’s going on?”
Author's Notes: This is my brand of therapy. What from? Well, some of you know and some don't but if you do know then yeah, that's what. I think I just confused myself.
Written for
luckylau85 ! This one's for you!! And for everyone else who needs a smile. Special thanks to
tinuviel428 , an absolutely FANTASTIC beta.
It’s a Funny Old Tardis
“It’s a funny old world, ain’t it?”
“Hmmm?” came her distracted reply through the door.
“Although, strictly speaking, the Tardis isn’t a world. Not even rightly a spaceship. So I suppose it should actually be ‘It’s a funny ancient magnificent time ship, ain’t it?’ But that’s not right at all. Doesn’t have…I dunno, quite the same ring to it.”
“I think I need that other towel now, please.” Her hand appeared through the crack in the door and he obediently handed it over.
“Right, back to the point. This frankly magnificent time ship is…well, a bit odd at times. Now, I know that you’ve had troubles navigating the corridors, which really isn’t surprising given the fact that you’re human. Not that I mean that in a bad way, you’re just not equipped with my Time Lord superpowers.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So what I don’t understand is why I’m having trouble all of the sudden.”
She poked her head out of the door and studying him quizzically. “Why Doctor, are you having problems? In your own Tardis? For shame.”
He was momentarily distracted by the sight of her dripping wet hair. This led to a thought about the rest of her behind the door. He concluded that the door might be the only manner of protection she had. Which wasn’t helping him form his argument.
He busied himself with grabbing another towel and passing it to her. His mind was momentarily distracted by the texture of the towel and its color.
“It’s a funny old Tardis,” he said, clearing his throat. “But usually the old girl…I don’t know Rose. I’m sure she’s having a lark or something.”
“What makes you say that, Doctor?”
“Because every time I try to get to the control room, I end up here. By your bathroom door.”
Rose stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. She grinned cheekily at the Doctor. “Are you sure you’re not imagining things?”
“Pretty sure…” he said slowly, eyes slightly unfocused.
She shrugged at him and ran her fingers through her hair. “You’re a clever man, you work it out. Now turn around.”
The Doctor turned and closed his eyes, listening to the ruffle of fabric and the dull thump of the towel hitting the ground. “It always seems to happen when…well…”
“Say it.”
“Whenyou’reintheshower,” the words came in a rush.
“Yep, that about sums it up. Every time I’m in the shower, you show up. Why is that, Doctor?”
“I haven’t the foggiest.”
She chuckled and spun him around to face her.
Rose Tyler stood before him fully clothed. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relieved. But he did know one thing. Her eyes had a mischievous gleam.
“I don’t suppose…” he said slowly, “you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Of course I do, Doctor. I asked her to do it, after all.”
“Why?”
“To keep you away from the console of course!”
“But--“
She rolled her eyes at him. “Seriously Doctor, how else am I gonna get a proper shower? You’re always landing when I’m in the middle of one!”