DW fic: Photographs
Title: Photographs
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments # 23 - Memories
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: All
Summary: Rose and the Doctor reminisce.
A/N: Well… almost all 25 of the moments are done… 24 is with the beta and I have 25 about half typed.
“Hello there, handsome,” Rose said softly, handing the Doctor a steaming cup of tea and draping her arms around his shoulders from behind the little Victorian-style sofa he was sitting on. Rose had always rather liked the sofa, and the rest of the matching living room set. In fact, she rather liked the fact that lots of things in Pete’s world -- well, Tony’s world now -- were rather Victorian in inspiration.
Well, she didn’t like this world’s rather annoying Victorian standards when it came to acceptable birth control methods and other rules and such -- but her darlings Ender and Val were quite happily working to change some of those rules since it was rather obvious humanity was in no danger of being struck down by things such as the black plague. Heck men were not allowed to have a vasectomy until they had more than one son -- a rule which, much to the Doctor’s dismay, was changed the year after his own.
The Doctor took the cup from her and clicked the remote in his hand, changing the faux flames in their fireplace from a rather understated blue and red to a rather appalling combination of green and purple, while Rose came round the sofa and settled in next to him. He grinned at the little mug in his hand. It had several small chips missing and had been super glued together more times than he cared to admit. The mug had been a gift from one of the grandkids ages ago, and he couldn’t bring himself to put it away in their memory box in the attic just yet.
Rose, apparently felt the same way, as her own mug looked just as battered and well-loved as his. As she snuggled up next to him, the Doctor picked up a thick photo album from of the side table. Rose helped him to adjust it on his lap with her free hand so that he didn’t have to put down his mug. It had become a favourite pastime of theirs in recent months to curl up next to their fake fire, sip tea, and page through their memories.
“Which one is it tonight?” Rose asked softly.
“Wedding attempts,” the Doctor chuckled. “There’s some good snaps of your mum in this one.” He carefully opened the album.
Rose giggled softly and rested her head against his arm. “Oh yes,” she agreed. “It surprised me, you know, even during the sixth attempt she still got so furious.”
The Doctor turned to the first page in the album, which showed a tabloid cover with the headline “Tyler Wedding Disaster!” Rose carefully picked up the ancient page and unfolded it to look at the picture of her mum threatening a short, one-eyed blob with a beef kabob.
“I always remember them being bigger,” Rose hummed.
“They were,” the Doctor replied. “They shrink when they feel intimidated. If I remember correctly, this one was the leader and thanks to the wrath of Jackie, he ended up being stuck permanently at only one meter tall.” He grinned down at Rose. “She was so furious that they’d interrupted her only daughter’s wedding, remember? It even gets quoted in movies now I think… Of course, he claimed it was his species’ beef allergy that caused him to retreat from a mere human.” The two of them giggled at the memory.
Rose turned the page to look at more pictures from their first disastrous attempt at getting married. She gently touched a candid photo of her and the Doctor. She was wearing a beautiful, sleeveless princess-style gown and the Doctor was in a white tuxedo. Their hair was a mess and Rose had mascara streaking down her cheeks. They both looked like they were laughing rather hysterically. “We were so young,” Rose said, sighing wistfully. “But the dress ended up looking just as lovely on Bridget.” Rose carefully folded up the glossy tabloid page and returned it to its spot in the album. She then flipped to a page near the end of the album that featured a large photo of Bianca and Bridget’s wedding. Bridget was wearing Rose’s wedding dress and Bianca had gotten the Doctor’s white tux altered so that she could wear it. Ten year old Clementine stood behind their clasped hands, beaming proudly in her pale pink dress as she looked up at them adoringly.
“Pity Bridget’s parents ‘boycotted’ it. It was a lovely wedding,” the Doctor said softly.
“You cracked a tooth on one of the edible ball bearings didn’t you?” Rose asked. The Doctor’s only response was a shy chuckle.
They turned back to the front of the album to look at their second attempt. That time, they had opted to have a wedding abroad, in the hope that there wouldn’t be any unwanted interruptions if they were out of the country. But as the pictures clearly showed, an alien invasion foiled their plans once again. Just as Rose had started down the aisle, the mobile phones of everyone who worked for Torchwood began ringing wildly. They looked down at the photo of the entire wedding party standing outside and looking up at three massive spaceships hovering over Miami Beach. Even so, the wedding might have been salvaged had the aliens not decided to kidnap Rose and use her as a hostage in their attempt to take over the Earth.
The aliens had meant to speak to the Doctor, but he had stepped aside without a moment’s hesitation and let Jackie deal with them. He was pretty sure that her yelling and arm flailing -- as captured in one of the photos -- had sent them running for the furthest reaches of the universe. But Rose had apparently put up quite a fight, leading the aliens to drug her with something that was quite effective; she had remained unconscious almost until their zeppelin landed back in London. Zephyr had gotten good use out of the dress at her own beachside wedding, so all things considered, it wasn’t a complete disaster.
The next two pages, which covered their third wedding attempt, mostly featured photographs of Rose getting ready for the ceremony. She was quite obviously pregnant, her belly heavy with Briton and Samantha. Tucked into the crease of the pages was the birth announcement for the twins and a picture of Boudica wearing the rather earthy-looking white dress Rose had been in the process of donning when she went into labour. Boudica herself had been very pregnant at her wedding, but her baby had waited until after the wedding to be born. Rose smiled as she looked at the photo, remembering how lovely Boudica had looked in the gown, with her wavy blonde hair falling loosely down her back. The groom’s hair had been almost as long, she recalled.
Rose still remembered the look of uncertainty that had been on the Doctor’s face as he stood at the altar, uttered a Celtic blessing, and he bound the clasped hands of Boudica and her soon-to-be husband’s clasped hands with silver and gold ribbon before stepping back to let the then High Priestess take over the ceremony. They had lost count of how many grandchildren Boudica had blessed them with. The last time they had visited her, she had just given birth to her twelfth, not to mention she had adopted a few children left motherless after birth in the community, and a note they had received a few weeks back mentioned the likelihood of Boudica being pregnant once more.
“We should go see her,” the Doctor commented, gently touching the image of their daughter. “We could go this weekend.”
“Can’t,” Rose said softly. “Her ‘community’ is doing their… spring… festival… Beltane… dancing around the fires naked… thing.”
“But it’s her first time as the High Priestess,” the Doctor pouted. He suddenly beamed happily. “Besides, she might want us there. I think I’d enjoy making love to you underneath the stars, next to a bonfire.” Rose hummed noncommittally. “I’ll wear the kilt from our fourth wedding attempt,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Rose’s eyes widened with sudden interest as she turned to the picture of their fourth failed wedding attempt. “Alright,” she agreed, eyeing the photo of him in a kilt with obvious interest. “But only because for once you didn’t call it a man-skirt.”
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments # 23 - Memories
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: All
Summary: Rose and the Doctor reminisce.
A/N: Well… almost all 25 of the moments are done… 24 is with the beta and I have 25 about half typed.
“Hello there, handsome,” Rose said softly, handing the Doctor a steaming cup of tea and draping her arms around his shoulders from behind the little Victorian-style sofa he was sitting on. Rose had always rather liked the sofa, and the rest of the matching living room set. In fact, she rather liked the fact that lots of things in Pete’s world -- well, Tony’s world now -- were rather Victorian in inspiration.
Well, she didn’t like this world’s rather annoying Victorian standards when it came to acceptable birth control methods and other rules and such -- but her darlings Ender and Val were quite happily working to change some of those rules since it was rather obvious humanity was in no danger of being struck down by things such as the black plague. Heck men were not allowed to have a vasectomy until they had more than one son -- a rule which, much to the Doctor’s dismay, was changed the year after his own.
The Doctor took the cup from her and clicked the remote in his hand, changing the faux flames in their fireplace from a rather understated blue and red to a rather appalling combination of green and purple, while Rose came round the sofa and settled in next to him. He grinned at the little mug in his hand. It had several small chips missing and had been super glued together more times than he cared to admit. The mug had been a gift from one of the grandkids ages ago, and he couldn’t bring himself to put it away in their memory box in the attic just yet.
Rose, apparently felt the same way, as her own mug looked just as battered and well-loved as his. As she snuggled up next to him, the Doctor picked up a thick photo album from of the side table. Rose helped him to adjust it on his lap with her free hand so that he didn’t have to put down his mug. It had become a favourite pastime of theirs in recent months to curl up next to their fake fire, sip tea, and page through their memories.
“Which one is it tonight?” Rose asked softly.
“Wedding attempts,” the Doctor chuckled. “There’s some good snaps of your mum in this one.” He carefully opened the album.
Rose giggled softly and rested her head against his arm. “Oh yes,” she agreed. “It surprised me, you know, even during the sixth attempt she still got so furious.”
The Doctor turned to the first page in the album, which showed a tabloid cover with the headline “Tyler Wedding Disaster!” Rose carefully picked up the ancient page and unfolded it to look at the picture of her mum threatening a short, one-eyed blob with a beef kabob.
“I always remember them being bigger,” Rose hummed.
“They were,” the Doctor replied. “They shrink when they feel intimidated. If I remember correctly, this one was the leader and thanks to the wrath of Jackie, he ended up being stuck permanently at only one meter tall.” He grinned down at Rose. “She was so furious that they’d interrupted her only daughter’s wedding, remember? It even gets quoted in movies now I think… Of course, he claimed it was his species’ beef allergy that caused him to retreat from a mere human.” The two of them giggled at the memory.
Rose turned the page to look at more pictures from their first disastrous attempt at getting married. She gently touched a candid photo of her and the Doctor. She was wearing a beautiful, sleeveless princess-style gown and the Doctor was in a white tuxedo. Their hair was a mess and Rose had mascara streaking down her cheeks. They both looked like they were laughing rather hysterically. “We were so young,” Rose said, sighing wistfully. “But the dress ended up looking just as lovely on Bridget.” Rose carefully folded up the glossy tabloid page and returned it to its spot in the album. She then flipped to a page near the end of the album that featured a large photo of Bianca and Bridget’s wedding. Bridget was wearing Rose’s wedding dress and Bianca had gotten the Doctor’s white tux altered so that she could wear it. Ten year old Clementine stood behind their clasped hands, beaming proudly in her pale pink dress as she looked up at them adoringly.
“Pity Bridget’s parents ‘boycotted’ it. It was a lovely wedding,” the Doctor said softly.
“You cracked a tooth on one of the edible ball bearings didn’t you?” Rose asked. The Doctor’s only response was a shy chuckle.
They turned back to the front of the album to look at their second attempt. That time, they had opted to have a wedding abroad, in the hope that there wouldn’t be any unwanted interruptions if they were out of the country. But as the pictures clearly showed, an alien invasion foiled their plans once again. Just as Rose had started down the aisle, the mobile phones of everyone who worked for Torchwood began ringing wildly. They looked down at the photo of the entire wedding party standing outside and looking up at three massive spaceships hovering over Miami Beach. Even so, the wedding might have been salvaged had the aliens not decided to kidnap Rose and use her as a hostage in their attempt to take over the Earth.
The aliens had meant to speak to the Doctor, but he had stepped aside without a moment’s hesitation and let Jackie deal with them. He was pretty sure that her yelling and arm flailing -- as captured in one of the photos -- had sent them running for the furthest reaches of the universe. But Rose had apparently put up quite a fight, leading the aliens to drug her with something that was quite effective; she had remained unconscious almost until their zeppelin landed back in London. Zephyr had gotten good use out of the dress at her own beachside wedding, so all things considered, it wasn’t a complete disaster.
The next two pages, which covered their third wedding attempt, mostly featured photographs of Rose getting ready for the ceremony. She was quite obviously pregnant, her belly heavy with Briton and Samantha. Tucked into the crease of the pages was the birth announcement for the twins and a picture of Boudica wearing the rather earthy-looking white dress Rose had been in the process of donning when she went into labour. Boudica herself had been very pregnant at her wedding, but her baby had waited until after the wedding to be born. Rose smiled as she looked at the photo, remembering how lovely Boudica had looked in the gown, with her wavy blonde hair falling loosely down her back. The groom’s hair had been almost as long, she recalled.
Rose still remembered the look of uncertainty that had been on the Doctor’s face as he stood at the altar, uttered a Celtic blessing, and he bound the clasped hands of Boudica and her soon-to-be husband’s clasped hands with silver and gold ribbon before stepping back to let the then High Priestess take over the ceremony. They had lost count of how many grandchildren Boudica had blessed them with. The last time they had visited her, she had just given birth to her twelfth, not to mention she had adopted a few children left motherless after birth in the community, and a note they had received a few weeks back mentioned the likelihood of Boudica being pregnant once more.
“We should go see her,” the Doctor commented, gently touching the image of their daughter. “We could go this weekend.”
“Can’t,” Rose said softly. “Her ‘community’ is doing their… spring… festival… Beltane… dancing around the fires naked… thing.”
“But it’s her first time as the High Priestess,” the Doctor pouted. He suddenly beamed happily. “Besides, she might want us there. I think I’d enjoy making love to you underneath the stars, next to a bonfire.” Rose hummed noncommittally. “I’ll wear the kilt from our fourth wedding attempt,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Rose’s eyes widened with sudden interest as she turned to the picture of their fourth failed wedding attempt. “Alright,” she agreed, eyeing the photo of him in a kilt with obvious interest. “But only because for once you didn’t call it a man-skirt.”