Chibi Fic: Earn Your Keep
Fandom: Doctor Who, and
whooligan 's chibi!verse
Summary: It's breakfast time on the TARDIS.
Disclaimer: Ugh, so not mine. But really...if I could just have this scene in a box to keep forever I would love it.
Author's Notes: for the chibi!Challenge and
stephenie89's birthday. Unbeta-ed.
As promised.
It was the smell of something delicious that made the Doctor finally surface from the innards of the TARDIS console. He’d been replacing old wiring all morning and the scent of something that would taste delightful stirred the beast that raged within his stomach. A whiff of bacon had caused his ears (or in this case nose) to perk up and poke his head, complete with hair sticking up at all angles from running his hands through it in frustration, up from the floor grates and take his bearings.
As he climbed out of the floor and smoothed the creases from his trousers he stopped upon hearing a clatter. The Doctor shrugged it off and went back to trying to wipe at a grease stain on one of his pinstriped thighs, but stopped again as he heard a shrill cry. A shrill cry that he knew very, very well. Rose.
He thundered down the TARDIS corridors, taking turn after turn. At one point he met up with the two travelers’ small counterparts and the three raced toward the kitchen. As the divine scent of well cooked food (this incarnation was a mess in the kitchen) filled the Doctor’s nostrils he let out a breath upon seeing Rose doubled over in front of the kitchen door way.
He was with her in a flash, his hands moving to wrap around her waist and coax her into his arms. The chibi versions of both he and Rose meeped and squeaked as they came upon the scene, little arms flailing around at the sight. The Doctor caught sight of tears in Rose’s eyes and he pulled her face to his and kissed her cheeks in attempt to wipe them away as his hands moved over her stomach to see where she was hurt. It wasn’t until after a moment that he stopped and realized she wasn’t crying…she was doubled over in giggles.
“What the hell is going on?” the Doctor asked and the small version of himself squeaked in agreement.
Rose took a breath and shook her head, leaning into the Doctor’s arms and buried her face in his chest, giggles still coming out every once in a while. The Doctor cocked an eyebrow and looked down, searching for her face. He was met with a big grin and tears from her laughter still running down her face.
“What is it?” he asked and Rose pointed to the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, on the counter going between the stove and a set of plates, the chibi version of his Eighth incarnation was running around. His normally impeccable clothing and hair was a mess and his tiny hands were blistered red, undoubtedly from the hot grease. Eggs, bacon, and what looked like toast was cooking on the stove. Rose giggled again and the big Doctor rolled his eyes.
“See? This is why I don’t do domestic.” He muttered and went over to the chibi!Edwardian-esque him.
The chibi struggled a bit, pulling hot toast from the toaster and meeping as his hands were subjected further to the heat. His big, blue eyes glared up at the big Doctor and he pointed toward the food in the pan and the set of plates on the counter. This time the Doctor cracked a smile and picked up a plate and spatula to start to serve the food.
“What’d he say?” Rose asked, picking up the other two chibis and carrying them over.
“He said he went to all this trouble to cook and all we can do is laugh. He wanted to earn his keep so he made breakfast…” the Doctor grinned.
The chibi!Eighth Doctor moved to the cabinet and pulled out a jar of strawberry jam. He then got down on his stomach and pulled the cutlery drawer open and pulled out a butter knife. Rose snickered and her tiny counterpart made a noise which caused the chibi!Tenth Doctor to make an annoyed face and pull her close.
The two larger of the Tenth Doctor and Rose settled down at the table, their small counterparts joining them with plates full of food between them. Both sets of pinstriped Doctors dug in, making happy noises as they ate. The two Roses shared a look and the larger one turned toward the counter, but pressed a hand against her mouth to keep the shriek of laughter from coming out.
“What?” the Doctor asked. (Which actually sounded quite a bit more ‘Whnut’ for all of the food he had in his mouth.)
“Oh nothing…I think we ought to keep the little guy around. He’s a far better cook than you…” Rose teased, aiming to keep the laughter out of her voice.
“Hey!” (‘Whey!’)
Rose shook her head again and they ate in relative silence. Only once before the toast was presented did anyone say anything and that was the chibi!Rose to meep angrily at the chibi!Doctor to say something after he’d burped. As the toast was delievered, though, laughter ensued all around the table much to the chibi!Eighth Doctor’s confusion.
The curly haired chibi meeped loudly at the squawking eaters before he too giggled a bit as he saw his reflection in the napkin holder on the table. He was covered almost from head to foot in jam. His face was smeared with it, red streaks sticking to his cheeks. His hair, too, stood up at all angles (both Roses agreed later on that it was just a Doctor trait) from the sugary confection. He meeped again though, holding out his arms and looking at the state of his jacket which was now covered in every means of breakfast product. He put a hand to the bridge of his nose and shook his head, meeping to himself.
“Yep.” The big Doctor said loudly, scraping up the last of the egg yolk with a piece of toast, “he can stay.”
Happy late birthday!