fic: Five Ways the Doctor Proposed to Rose
Title: Five Ways the Doctor Proposed to Rose
Author: dreaamer
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, Donna
Summary: Five unsuccessful proposals.
Author's Notes: This was written a long time ago, but I like it a lot, so I decided it should be the first fic I posted here. Enjoy!
1. The Doctor and Rose sat on the thick, wool picnic blanket, staring out at the lake before them. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and the birds flew overhead while the frogs jumped on the lily pads. Both of them remained still, until the Doctor turned onto his side, his elbow propping him up.
"So, Rose..." he said, beaming. "Wanna get married?"
2. Rose sat in the TARDIS kitchen, eating her lunch. Suddenly there was a crash and the Doctor came running in.
"Rose!" he cried. "You've gotta do something for me!"
"Sure," she said. "What to you need me to do?"
"Marry me!"
3. "ROSE!" cried Donna, running through the halls of the TARDIS.
"In here," came the reply. Donna opened the door to the lounge room and stepped inside, panting for breath.
"Listen to me, okay? I've got something important to tell ya."
"Sure, fire away."
"Well here's the thing: the Doctor's really into you, okay? And he's too much of an idiot to express it. And it's not his fault that he's a dunce, but you've gotta give him a break once in a while. Not to say that you can't admonish him a bit for, you know, being an idiot. But don't overdo it. And also-"
"Donna?"
"Yeah?"
"Your point?"
"Right. Well, basically, the Doctor wants to know if you'll marry him. How's that for a proposal?"
Rose just laughed, then said yes.
4. Rose sat in the library, her book in her hands. The Doctor had recommended it, but it had to be the most boring book she'd ever read.
She could still hear his voice in her head. Oh, pleeeeaaaase read it, Rose? Please?! How she hated him sometimes. But she had promised to read a bit of hit. "Just read 50 pages," he'd said. So she did.
She was on page 49. Finally, she turned the page. And gasped.
On the page was a sticky note that read: Will you marry me?
Rose grabbed a pencil from the table nearby, and scribbled a "yes" below the Doctor's chicken-scrawl. Then she abruptly got up and left the library.
"Doctor!" she called. "Come read this book! It's fantastic! C'mon, you only have to read 50 pages! Pleeeaaase?"
5. The Doctor had invited Donna and Rose to a fancy dinner at the most prestigious restaurent on the planet Nooferscmacken. Of course, both women were skeptical. How could any planet with so many consonants in its name have a restaurant that is in any way prestigious? But it was, and they were proved wrong.
So they had eaten, and it was about time for dessert when the Doctor excused himself to the loo. Rose and Donna chatted in his absence, mostly about what a dunce he could be sometimes.
Finally, he returned. Just as Rose was about to greet him, he fumbled with his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Donna knew instantly what he was doing, and let out a delighted squeel. Rose, however, was more focused on what was going on behind the Doctor.
The waiter pushing the dessert trolley had tripped over his own feet (...bless him, that poor clumsy man...) and pushed the trolley towards their table. Just as the Doctor had gotten down on one knee, the entire trolley came crashing into him, sending him flying into the table, his face landing right in the remains of Rose's pasta.
"Nice one, alien boy," said Donna. "Does this always happen to you?"
"Just leave me alone," said the Doctor, getting up and stalking off back to the loo, pouting.
"And that's a yes, by the way!" cried Rose at his retreating back. It wasn't until that moment that the two women noticed a spring in his step.
-fin-