Doctor Who fanfic! 8D
Title: Doc Juan (1/7?)
Authors: cherazor
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Oh, I wish.
Summary: The Doctor wants to start a romantic relationship with Rose. The problem? Rose doesn't seem to be receiving his signals. The solution? Mimic the human male behavior in similar situation as given in a girl's magazine. What could possibly go wrong?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1, 573
Alternative sources: Fanfiction.net Teaspoon
Yeah. I get some strange fanfiction ideas sometimes. Thank you so much to sindacirwen for leaping in as my beta as quickly and willingly as she did. <3
Dedicated to Sofia for telling me to "write something already so I can read it" - be careful what you wish for! XD
Doc Juan
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"Eek!"
"You just squealed like a little girl!"
"I did not! See these manly, hairy hands? They belong to someone who's far too masculine to squeal. Especially at the mere touch of someone's, admittedly, ice cold feet. What-what are you doing? Stop that! No, really! Rose Tyler, keep those feet away from me! I'm trying to read!"
"I just want to warm them up a bit! I feel a bit nippy."
"And so you decided to get them warmer by rubbing them against my legs? Not exactly your best idea, is it? My body temperature is lower than yours - superior physiology."
"All that superiority and you still squealed like a little girl when my foot touched you!"
"I didn't squeal! Besides, it was bloody cold!"
"Since my body temperature's higher than yours, shouldn't my feet feel nice and toasty to you?"
"They should, yeah. But you, you impossible little thing, have managed own the coldest pair of feet I have ever met. Eeeek! Stop that!"
"Look, there you are. All squealing again!"
"I did not squeal!"
"Yeah you did. 'Oh, I am the Doctor; the Oncoming Storm - the one thing the Daleks fear! But I scream like a little girl at the thought of cold feet anywhere near me.'"
"Very funny. See if I ever help you with your cold feet ever again!"
"Heartless, you are."
"I'm not heartless! I'm just saying - you could have worn socks when you came to join me on the couch. Or slippers! Or a pair of those feet jammies. Love those things! -Eek! Rose! Keep that up, I'll be suffering from hypothermia in a few minutes. All thanks to you!"
"Hypothermia? Really?"
"Yep! And it'll be your responsibility to save me!"
"I'll just shove you inside the sauna, then."
"'Shove me inside the-' Rose Tyler! I'm surprised at you! You can't just shove someone suffering from hypothermia inside a sauna! Their internal organs might not be able to handle the stress of the sudden increase in temperature. Mind you, I still have that superior physiology I mentioned before - no danger in it for me. But never mind that - dangerous to humans, that would be! Blimey, who did you have as a first aid teacher?"
"Yeah? Say you suddenly got hypothermia, never mind that physiology you have. How'd I save you then?"
"You have to raise my body temperature slowly. Optimally, we'd huddle naked together underneath a blanket."
"You're joking."
"Oh, trust me. I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life."
"Doctor!"
"What? Oww! What was that for? Did you have to hit me so hard with that magazine?"
"I barely touched you!"
"I'm going to get a lump! First your icy feet of death and now you hit me with magazines. I should have you reported."
"For bopping you with a few sheets of paper?"
"Mmhm. But! I might forgive you if you give me that kiss you owe me."
"A kiss? Why would I owe you a kiss?"
"For the lump - 'kiss and make better'? Isn't that how you humans do it?"
"Yeah. If you're about five years old."
"With this level of abuse I think I've deserved a kiss."
"You're such a kid!"
"Oww! That's two kisses now, Rose! Two! I'll be counting them!"
"Fine. Two kisses, then. I'll tell mum the next time I call her."
"Wha-Jackie?! Why would you tell Jackie?"
"You're being a baby and she likes mothering people. A perfect match, that is."
"I'm going to have nightmares tonight."
"Yeah? My job here is done. I'm going to bed - I'm knackered. 'Night, Doctor."
"Good night." The Doctor sighed, following Rose with his gaze as she left the library they'd been sitting in, disappointment pooling in his stomach.
He'd been trying to tell Rose for months that he was interested, that he wanted her to take the next step and ask him out. He'd been harboring his hopes for so long - even when he was been all ears and leather and Captain Jack Harkness had come on board, he had thought that it was only a matter of time before she took the plunge forward and showed her interest. With all the talk about dancing and with her preference for him over Jack and his flirtations clear for all to see, it couldn't be long before they would be a pair. They were teetering the edge, he knew it. A tiny nudge…
Or so he had thought.
Then Satellite five had happened and, with his regeneration, his hopes had been put on hold. Even with his new pretty boy form - a form he had tried to shape into something she'd find as pleasing as possible, he had to admit - she had been wary of him. She would need time to get used to him again, a feeling he could very well understand, and he had tried to give her the space she required while making himself familiar to her again. From that point on their relationship had progressed until, after the whole ordeal with the werewolf, they'd regained the same comfortable footing they'd had before his change of face. She trusted him again and seemed to enjoy his new features just as much, if not more, as she'd done his old. Hope growing inside of him again, he'd started to send out hints and signals that he was open for a relationship with her. But while she seemed to enjoy and accept his attentions, nothing ever seemed to come out of it. She was interested - he knew she was, but as days had turned into weeks and weeks into months, and his attempts remained unfruitful, he was starting to grow disheartened.
And as frustration began to take root and replace the hope he'd been entertaining for so long, his attempts began to grow bolder and more desperate to the point where he knew his behavior would have been seen as indecent on Gallifrey. He was a male - he was supposed to be subordinate and wait for the female to make the moves in the relationship. But Rose just wasn't taking the bait and he was starting to grow too impatient. He'd even tried to play hard to get - flirting and dancing with Madame de Pompadour, and what a fine mess that had turned into! - but not even that had seemed to work.
The Doctor groaned, burying his head in hands.
Maybe he just wasn't sending out the right signals? He wasn't an expert on human courting rituals - it wasn't a subject he thought he'd ever had the use for in the past, so he'd never bothered with it - but he'd assumed they were similar enough for his desires to be understood, but perhaps they weren't. Maybe he was meant to be doing things differently?
He frowned, hands thumbing through the magazine Rose had left. In some corner of his mind, he recognized it as one of the teen magazines she always kept insisting on picking up during their visits to Jackie's. Style tips, celebrity gossip and ads for make-up passed unseen before his eyes as he thought back on Jack and his manners - if there ever was a man who had no problem sending out the right signals, it would be him. All that seemed required of him was a 'Hi - Captain Jack Harkness,' and he was good to go. Even Rose had responded to it in the beginning! But he had already introduced himself to Rose, so that method wouldn't work…whatever it had been. And he could only wonder what on Earth Mickey had done for him to catch Rose's attention. He might not be the idiot he'd taken him to be in the beginning, but still…
The old Brigadier was married, maybe he could-
He drummed his fingers against his lips. No. The Brigadier may be many things, but he wasn't a man you went and asked for romantic advice from.
With a shake of his head, the Doctor focused his attention on the magazine still lying in his hands, his eyes coming to a rest on the glossy photo of a kissing couple, complete with the happy caption 'Love is in the air!'.
"Oh, I wish!" he grumbled, wasting no time in flipping the page. He paused a few pages later as the title of an article caught his attention. Eyes skimming through the short article, he allowed a full blown grin to blossom on his face at its content.
Is he waiting for you to show some interest? - Five telltale signs that he wants to be more than 'just friends'!
Admit it - we've all been there. In fact, you might even be there now; sitting around, spending hours wondering whether or not that guy is interested in you. But as frustrating as a man may seem to us women, understanding them is actually far easier when you know what signals to look out for. Here are the five most common signs that he's into you!
It was perfect. Exactly what he needed! All he had to do was to emulate the five signs given and Rose would know. After all, with the magazine's superior knowledge about twenty-first century human courting rituals combined with his incredible intellect, he was bound to succeed. It was foolproof! He'd be at least as good as that Don Juan-bloke humans liked to mention from time to time.
Doc Juan. Yeah, he rather liked the sound of that!
Things were finally looking up.
Authors: cherazor
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Oh, I wish.
Summary: The Doctor wants to start a romantic relationship with Rose. The problem? Rose doesn't seem to be receiving his signals. The solution? Mimic the human male behavior in similar situation as given in a girl's magazine. What could possibly go wrong?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1, 573
Alternative sources: Fanfiction.net Teaspoon
Yeah. I get some strange fanfiction ideas sometimes. Thank you so much to sindacirwen for leaping in as my beta as quickly and willingly as she did. <3
Dedicated to Sofia for telling me to "write something already so I can read it" - be careful what you wish for! XD
Doc Juan
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"Eek!"
"You just squealed like a little girl!"
"I did not! See these manly, hairy hands? They belong to someone who's far too masculine to squeal. Especially at the mere touch of someone's, admittedly, ice cold feet. What-what are you doing? Stop that! No, really! Rose Tyler, keep those feet away from me! I'm trying to read!"
"I just want to warm them up a bit! I feel a bit nippy."
"And so you decided to get them warmer by rubbing them against my legs? Not exactly your best idea, is it? My body temperature is lower than yours - superior physiology."
"All that superiority and you still squealed like a little girl when my foot touched you!"
"I didn't squeal! Besides, it was bloody cold!"
"Since my body temperature's higher than yours, shouldn't my feet feel nice and toasty to you?"
"They should, yeah. But you, you impossible little thing, have managed own the coldest pair of feet I have ever met. Eeeek! Stop that!"
"Look, there you are. All squealing again!"
"I did not squeal!"
"Yeah you did. 'Oh, I am the Doctor; the Oncoming Storm - the one thing the Daleks fear! But I scream like a little girl at the thought of cold feet anywhere near me.'"
"Very funny. See if I ever help you with your cold feet ever again!"
"Heartless, you are."
"I'm not heartless! I'm just saying - you could have worn socks when you came to join me on the couch. Or slippers! Or a pair of those feet jammies. Love those things! -Eek! Rose! Keep that up, I'll be suffering from hypothermia in a few minutes. All thanks to you!"
"Hypothermia? Really?"
"Yep! And it'll be your responsibility to save me!"
"I'll just shove you inside the sauna, then."
"'Shove me inside the-' Rose Tyler! I'm surprised at you! You can't just shove someone suffering from hypothermia inside a sauna! Their internal organs might not be able to handle the stress of the sudden increase in temperature. Mind you, I still have that superior physiology I mentioned before - no danger in it for me. But never mind that - dangerous to humans, that would be! Blimey, who did you have as a first aid teacher?"
"Yeah? Say you suddenly got hypothermia, never mind that physiology you have. How'd I save you then?"
"You have to raise my body temperature slowly. Optimally, we'd huddle naked together underneath a blanket."
"You're joking."
"Oh, trust me. I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life."
"Doctor!"
"What? Oww! What was that for? Did you have to hit me so hard with that magazine?"
"I barely touched you!"
"I'm going to get a lump! First your icy feet of death and now you hit me with magazines. I should have you reported."
"For bopping you with a few sheets of paper?"
"Mmhm. But! I might forgive you if you give me that kiss you owe me."
"A kiss? Why would I owe you a kiss?"
"For the lump - 'kiss and make better'? Isn't that how you humans do it?"
"Yeah. If you're about five years old."
"With this level of abuse I think I've deserved a kiss."
"You're such a kid!"
"Oww! That's two kisses now, Rose! Two! I'll be counting them!"
"Fine. Two kisses, then. I'll tell mum the next time I call her."
"Wha-Jackie?! Why would you tell Jackie?"
"You're being a baby and she likes mothering people. A perfect match, that is."
"I'm going to have nightmares tonight."
"Yeah? My job here is done. I'm going to bed - I'm knackered. 'Night, Doctor."
"Good night." The Doctor sighed, following Rose with his gaze as she left the library they'd been sitting in, disappointment pooling in his stomach.
He'd been trying to tell Rose for months that he was interested, that he wanted her to take the next step and ask him out. He'd been harboring his hopes for so long - even when he was been all ears and leather and Captain Jack Harkness had come on board, he had thought that it was only a matter of time before she took the plunge forward and showed her interest. With all the talk about dancing and with her preference for him over Jack and his flirtations clear for all to see, it couldn't be long before they would be a pair. They were teetering the edge, he knew it. A tiny nudge…
Or so he had thought.
Then Satellite five had happened and, with his regeneration, his hopes had been put on hold. Even with his new pretty boy form - a form he had tried to shape into something she'd find as pleasing as possible, he had to admit - she had been wary of him. She would need time to get used to him again, a feeling he could very well understand, and he had tried to give her the space she required while making himself familiar to her again. From that point on their relationship had progressed until, after the whole ordeal with the werewolf, they'd regained the same comfortable footing they'd had before his change of face. She trusted him again and seemed to enjoy his new features just as much, if not more, as she'd done his old. Hope growing inside of him again, he'd started to send out hints and signals that he was open for a relationship with her. But while she seemed to enjoy and accept his attentions, nothing ever seemed to come out of it. She was interested - he knew she was, but as days had turned into weeks and weeks into months, and his attempts remained unfruitful, he was starting to grow disheartened.
And as frustration began to take root and replace the hope he'd been entertaining for so long, his attempts began to grow bolder and more desperate to the point where he knew his behavior would have been seen as indecent on Gallifrey. He was a male - he was supposed to be subordinate and wait for the female to make the moves in the relationship. But Rose just wasn't taking the bait and he was starting to grow too impatient. He'd even tried to play hard to get - flirting and dancing with Madame de Pompadour, and what a fine mess that had turned into! - but not even that had seemed to work.
The Doctor groaned, burying his head in hands.
Maybe he just wasn't sending out the right signals? He wasn't an expert on human courting rituals - it wasn't a subject he thought he'd ever had the use for in the past, so he'd never bothered with it - but he'd assumed they were similar enough for his desires to be understood, but perhaps they weren't. Maybe he was meant to be doing things differently?
He frowned, hands thumbing through the magazine Rose had left. In some corner of his mind, he recognized it as one of the teen magazines she always kept insisting on picking up during their visits to Jackie's. Style tips, celebrity gossip and ads for make-up passed unseen before his eyes as he thought back on Jack and his manners - if there ever was a man who had no problem sending out the right signals, it would be him. All that seemed required of him was a 'Hi - Captain Jack Harkness,' and he was good to go. Even Rose had responded to it in the beginning! But he had already introduced himself to Rose, so that method wouldn't work…whatever it had been. And he could only wonder what on Earth Mickey had done for him to catch Rose's attention. He might not be the idiot he'd taken him to be in the beginning, but still…
The old Brigadier was married, maybe he could-
He drummed his fingers against his lips. No. The Brigadier may be many things, but he wasn't a man you went and asked for romantic advice from.
With a shake of his head, the Doctor focused his attention on the magazine still lying in his hands, his eyes coming to a rest on the glossy photo of a kissing couple, complete with the happy caption 'Love is in the air!'.
"Oh, I wish!" he grumbled, wasting no time in flipping the page. He paused a few pages later as the title of an article caught his attention. Eyes skimming through the short article, he allowed a full blown grin to blossom on his face at its content.
Is he waiting for you to show some interest? - Five telltale signs that he wants to be more than 'just friends'!
Admit it - we've all been there. In fact, you might even be there now; sitting around, spending hours wondering whether or not that guy is interested in you. But as frustrating as a man may seem to us women, understanding them is actually far easier when you know what signals to look out for. Here are the five most common signs that he's into you!
It was perfect. Exactly what he needed! All he had to do was to emulate the five signs given and Rose would know. After all, with the magazine's superior knowledge about twenty-first century human courting rituals combined with his incredible intellect, he was bound to succeed. It was foolproof! He'd be at least as good as that Don Juan-bloke humans liked to mention from time to time.
Doc Juan. Yeah, he rather liked the sound of that!
Things were finally looking up.