Fic: Guys and a Doll
Title: Guys and a Doll
Author: meself, fid_gin
Pairing: alt!Tenth Doctor/Tenth Doctor/Rose
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all hail the BBC
Summary: On a lazy day in the Loved 'verse, our three heroes curl up to watch a flick
Notes: Crack! Fluff! Sorry, I woke up feeling slightly glum this morning, realized it had been far too long since I visited the Loved 'verse, and have committed cracky fluff. Cruff? Anyway, if you can't figure out what movie they're watching then there's probably no hope for you, but just in case: one of my favourite movies of all time! Timeline in the Loved 'verse is post- Just Another Doctor.
The Doctor leaned back against the arm of the sofa, picking a piece of lint off of his blue suit before crossing his arms over his chest. “Should I get the manual?” he said sarcastically to the other Doctor where he crouched in front of a large entertainment center, cursing and jerking wires around.
“It's not my fault I've forgotten how to connect this thing,” the Time Lord said petulantly, tossing a remote control over his shoulder after mashing several buttons on it. He twisted two loose wire ends together, and an awful din suddenly squealed forth from speakers concealed on either side of the large television screen and all about the cozy TV room. Giving a shout which was barely audible over the noisy feedback, he ripped the wires back apart at which the room again fell silent. The Doctor on the sofa made a big show out of removing his hands from his ears. “Humans,” the Doctor in brown continued, practically spitting out the word. “I risk life and limb every day to bring you the stars, to bring you adventure, a life less ordinary, and what do you want? To sit and watch telly.”
“It was Rose's idea,” the blue-suited Doctor insisted, craning his neck around towards the doorway searching for the lady in question, who was apparently still fussing with her popcorn. “Besides,” he continued, “you were all for it when she first brought it up, remember?” He altered his voice slightly in imitation of the other Doctor, wondering at what point they'd started sounding so different that it had become necessary to do so. "Ah yes, Rose, the cinema! Romance, drama, intrigue, the dark of the matinée, no business like show business, and oh what heights we'll hit...no wait, that's Bugs Bunny."
The other Doctor was staring at his, mouth agape. “I do not sound like that.” He sniffed. “Anyway, that was before I knew I'd have to rewire the entire TARDIS electrical mainframe to this part of the ship just so you two could snuggle on the sofa.”
Grinning, the half-human Doctor unlaced his trainers and toed them off, stretching out languidly. “You mean you don't fancy it?”
“Snuggling with Rose? Don't be daft, of course I do. Just not with your bony elbows getting in the way.” The Doctor on the sofa twisted his arms around in an attempt to check his elbows and make sure they weren't that bony as Rose sauntered in with a large bowl of buttery popcorn.
She flopped down next to him at the end of the couch and popped a kernel into her mouth. “He insulting your elbows again?” The Doctor pushed himself forward, crawling over her, raining kisses across her face and neck and stealing a large handful of popcorn which promptly began falling apart, dropping rogue pieces all over her lap as she squealed under him.
The Doctor on the floor suddenly crowed in victory, and colour flared across the television screen. He scooted back until his shoulders rested against the base of the sofa, as a majestic score began to pour forth all around them.
The Doctor in blue reclined against Rose's lap, leaning forward to whisper into the other Doctor's ear as the lights in the room dimmed appropriately. “What are we watching?”
“I told her to surprise us.” A moment later when the titles were thrown up on screen, there was a simultaneous groan of disappointment and murmur of excitement from each of the Doctors. “That's...that's not fair. Musicals. Why does it always have to be musicals?” He pushed his head back, nudging it against the Doctor's arm. “This is your fault.”
“That I like musicals? That's Donna's fault.”
“Leave Donna out of it.” Reaching up and over the Doctor to get at Rose's bowl of popcorn.
“Did I tell you she called the other day?” Rose interjected.
“Shhhh.” The half-human Doctor watched, enthralled, as brightly dressed characters began to dance in perfect sync across the screen.
“Donna?” the other Doctor asked. “How is she?”
“Working hard. She says Jack's an absolute slave-driver.”
“Too much information, thanks.”
“Are you two going to talk through this whole thing?” Rose and the other Doctor both turned their heads toward the Doctor where he reclined on the sofa, now glaring straight ahead at the film. Rose cleared her throat and munched a handful of popcorn, winking at the Time Lord on the floor.
They sat in silence for some minutes and watched the movie as three gamblers sang about the horse each of them knew was about to win an upcoming race.
“You're not going to start singing along again, are you?” the Doctor in front piped up.
“What?!”
“Every time Sinatra's on the screen, you start warbling along.” The Doctor in blue shifted uncomfortably; it was another unfortunate side effect of the metacrisis that, where he had previously only known all the words to the scores of several musical films, he now felt compelled to sing along with them, too. He recalled a particularly embarrassing incident the first time he'd convinced the other two to let him watch West Side Story...
“What about Sky Masterson?” Rose asked. “Which of you is going to sing his parts?”
“Oh, I'm Sinatra,” they both said in unison, and Rose giggled.
Author: meself, fid_gin
Pairing: alt!Tenth Doctor/Tenth Doctor/Rose
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all hail the BBC
Summary: On a lazy day in the Loved 'verse, our three heroes curl up to watch a flick
Notes: Crack! Fluff! Sorry, I woke up feeling slightly glum this morning, realized it had been far too long since I visited the Loved 'verse, and have committed cracky fluff. Cruff? Anyway, if you can't figure out what movie they're watching then there's probably no hope for you, but just in case: one of my favourite movies of all time! Timeline in the Loved 'verse is post- Just Another Doctor.
The Doctor leaned back against the arm of the sofa, picking a piece of lint off of his blue suit before crossing his arms over his chest. “Should I get the manual?” he said sarcastically to the other Doctor where he crouched in front of a large entertainment center, cursing and jerking wires around.
“It's not my fault I've forgotten how to connect this thing,” the Time Lord said petulantly, tossing a remote control over his shoulder after mashing several buttons on it. He twisted two loose wire ends together, and an awful din suddenly squealed forth from speakers concealed on either side of the large television screen and all about the cozy TV room. Giving a shout which was barely audible over the noisy feedback, he ripped the wires back apart at which the room again fell silent. The Doctor on the sofa made a big show out of removing his hands from his ears. “Humans,” the Doctor in brown continued, practically spitting out the word. “I risk life and limb every day to bring you the stars, to bring you adventure, a life less ordinary, and what do you want? To sit and watch telly.”
“It was Rose's idea,” the blue-suited Doctor insisted, craning his neck around towards the doorway searching for the lady in question, who was apparently still fussing with her popcorn. “Besides,” he continued, “you were all for it when she first brought it up, remember?” He altered his voice slightly in imitation of the other Doctor, wondering at what point they'd started sounding so different that it had become necessary to do so. "Ah yes, Rose, the cinema! Romance, drama, intrigue, the dark of the matinée, no business like show business, and oh what heights we'll hit...no wait, that's Bugs Bunny."
The other Doctor was staring at his, mouth agape. “I do not sound like that.” He sniffed. “Anyway, that was before I knew I'd have to rewire the entire TARDIS electrical mainframe to this part of the ship just so you two could snuggle on the sofa.”
Grinning, the half-human Doctor unlaced his trainers and toed them off, stretching out languidly. “You mean you don't fancy it?”
“Snuggling with Rose? Don't be daft, of course I do. Just not with your bony elbows getting in the way.” The Doctor on the sofa twisted his arms around in an attempt to check his elbows and make sure they weren't that bony as Rose sauntered in with a large bowl of buttery popcorn.
She flopped down next to him at the end of the couch and popped a kernel into her mouth. “He insulting your elbows again?” The Doctor pushed himself forward, crawling over her, raining kisses across her face and neck and stealing a large handful of popcorn which promptly began falling apart, dropping rogue pieces all over her lap as she squealed under him.
The Doctor on the floor suddenly crowed in victory, and colour flared across the television screen. He scooted back until his shoulders rested against the base of the sofa, as a majestic score began to pour forth all around them.
The Doctor in blue reclined against Rose's lap, leaning forward to whisper into the other Doctor's ear as the lights in the room dimmed appropriately. “What are we watching?”
“I told her to surprise us.” A moment later when the titles were thrown up on screen, there was a simultaneous groan of disappointment and murmur of excitement from each of the Doctors. “That's...that's not fair. Musicals. Why does it always have to be musicals?” He pushed his head back, nudging it against the Doctor's arm. “This is your fault.”
“That I like musicals? That's Donna's fault.”
“Leave Donna out of it.” Reaching up and over the Doctor to get at Rose's bowl of popcorn.
“Did I tell you she called the other day?” Rose interjected.
“Shhhh.” The half-human Doctor watched, enthralled, as brightly dressed characters began to dance in perfect sync across the screen.
“Donna?” the other Doctor asked. “How is she?”
“Working hard. She says Jack's an absolute slave-driver.”
“Too much information, thanks.”
“Are you two going to talk through this whole thing?” Rose and the other Doctor both turned their heads toward the Doctor where he reclined on the sofa, now glaring straight ahead at the film. Rose cleared her throat and munched a handful of popcorn, winking at the Time Lord on the floor.
They sat in silence for some minutes and watched the movie as three gamblers sang about the horse each of them knew was about to win an upcoming race.
“You're not going to start singing along again, are you?” the Doctor in front piped up.
“What?!”
“Every time Sinatra's on the screen, you start warbling along.” The Doctor in blue shifted uncomfortably; it was another unfortunate side effect of the metacrisis that, where he had previously only known all the words to the scores of several musical films, he now felt compelled to sing along with them, too. He recalled a particularly embarrassing incident the first time he'd convinced the other two to let him watch West Side Story...
“What about Sky Masterson?” Rose asked. “Which of you is going to sing his parts?”
“Oh, I'm Sinatra,” they both said in unison, and Rose giggled.