Fic: Five Ways the Doctor May Have Ended Up Naked... 3/6
Title:Five Ways the Doctor May Have Ended Up Naked (But Refuses to Confirm nor Deny) and One Way He Definitely Did. 3/6
Rating: Teen
Characters/Paring: Ten/Rose, Jack, OC
Prompt: never-ever-will prompt 18, each prompt as noted at the end of each section.
Beta: achuislemochroi, milieva, & develish1
Summary: The title pretty much says it all.
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Baby!fic: five parts crack, one part fluff, and a pinch of angst. This is what happens when you get greedy and need to use seven prompts in one fic. Hope I did the prompt in this part justice.
Previous Parts
I. Fibrous Dermatitis
II. Through the Cold and Dark
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III. Inflammatory
Rose staggered queasily from the bathroom and collapsed on the bed. She wondered if the Doctor's smug proclamation that the baby had his "superior Gallifreyan DNA" meant that she would have superior Gallifreyan morning sickness to go along with it. Or was that morning/afternoon/night sickness? Maybe non-relative TARDIS time meant non-relative morning sickness.
Rose forced the nonsense thoughts out of her head, wondering if she could blame them on superior Gallifreyan pregnancy hormones. If only she could just stay in bed until she stopped feeling sick. Maybe even get some sleep ...
As soon as her head hit the pillow, her stomach growled loudly. Rose groaned, turned over on to her (Doctor approved) left side and pointedly ignored her stomach. Her stomach had other plans. She glared down at it.
"You know if you want food, you need to stop rejecting everything I eat."
Her stomach was unimpressed.
Rose kicked the (Doctor approved) leg pillow aside and dragged herself to the kitchen. As she neared it, an acrid smell hit her nose and she nearly had to run back to the bathroom. Fortunately, at that moment the TARDIS aimed a soft blast of air in her direction and the smell vanished. Rose sighed gratefully as her stomach settled.
Then she sighed for another reason and forced herself to enter the kitchen.
The Doctor was standing at the counter carefully wiping down everything with a sponge. A fine layer of white ash was clinging to everything. Well, everything except for him, of course, because he was entirely naked. And cleaning. On the floor just in front of her lay a heap of soggy, charred fabric that she was sure had once been brown and blue.
"I hope you weren't wearing the swirly tie," she told him.
He jumped and spun around. The view wasn't bad, Rose noted idly.
"Um, no," he stammered, his hand shooting to his hair to ruffle it and deposit wet ash into his already slightly greyed hair. "Lucky, that."
"So..." she prompted, almost afraid to ask.
"So..." he echoed, his eyes roaming the room as he tried to think of a way to avoid explaining. Failing that, he returned to cleaning enthusiastically. "I had the most brilliant theory about ways to improve the efficiency of the cooker. Less energy use is good. Means less refueling stops, right? Not that I don't want to visit Jack," he added hastily. "It's just.... Anyway, so there I was making adjustments and then there was the most unexpected chemical reaction and whoosh." At this he flung his arms out so enthusiastically, he sent the sponge hurtling across the room to hit the wall with a wet thud.
"You set your clothes on fire."
"Well, that's not entirely accurate. It was more of a superheated...." He cast a nervous glance in her direction. "Er, yes, I set my clothes on fire."
Rose walked to the pile on the floor and prodded it with her foot.
"Poor suit. I liked that suit."
"Well, it's not as if I don't have a dozen other suits just like it. You should know that by now."
"Yeah," she sighed, still looking at the charred, ruined fabric. "Because wearing the same outfit every day would be silly."
"Exac- Oi!"
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Prompt: angelofprey set his clothes on fire. please add copious amounts of humor.
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Rating: Teen
Characters/Paring: Ten/Rose, Jack, OC
Prompt: never-ever-will prompt 18, each prompt as noted at the end of each section.
Beta: achuislemochroi, milieva, & develish1
Summary: The title pretty much says it all.
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Baby!fic: five parts crack, one part fluff, and a pinch of angst. This is what happens when you get greedy and need to use seven prompts in one fic. Hope I did the prompt in this part justice.
Previous Parts
I. Fibrous Dermatitis
II. Through the Cold and Dark
____________________
III. Inflammatory
Rose staggered queasily from the bathroom and collapsed on the bed. She wondered if the Doctor's smug proclamation that the baby had his "superior Gallifreyan DNA" meant that she would have superior Gallifreyan morning sickness to go along with it. Or was that morning/afternoon/night sickness? Maybe non-relative TARDIS time meant non-relative morning sickness.
Rose forced the nonsense thoughts out of her head, wondering if she could blame them on superior Gallifreyan pregnancy hormones. If only she could just stay in bed until she stopped feeling sick. Maybe even get some sleep ...
As soon as her head hit the pillow, her stomach growled loudly. Rose groaned, turned over on to her (Doctor approved) left side and pointedly ignored her stomach. Her stomach had other plans. She glared down at it.
"You know if you want food, you need to stop rejecting everything I eat."
Her stomach was unimpressed.
Rose kicked the (Doctor approved) leg pillow aside and dragged herself to the kitchen. As she neared it, an acrid smell hit her nose and she nearly had to run back to the bathroom. Fortunately, at that moment the TARDIS aimed a soft blast of air in her direction and the smell vanished. Rose sighed gratefully as her stomach settled.
Then she sighed for another reason and forced herself to enter the kitchen.
The Doctor was standing at the counter carefully wiping down everything with a sponge. A fine layer of white ash was clinging to everything. Well, everything except for him, of course, because he was entirely naked. And cleaning. On the floor just in front of her lay a heap of soggy, charred fabric that she was sure had once been brown and blue.
"I hope you weren't wearing the swirly tie," she told him.
He jumped and spun around. The view wasn't bad, Rose noted idly.
"Um, no," he stammered, his hand shooting to his hair to ruffle it and deposit wet ash into his already slightly greyed hair. "Lucky, that."
"So..." she prompted, almost afraid to ask.
"So..." he echoed, his eyes roaming the room as he tried to think of a way to avoid explaining. Failing that, he returned to cleaning enthusiastically. "I had the most brilliant theory about ways to improve the efficiency of the cooker. Less energy use is good. Means less refueling stops, right? Not that I don't want to visit Jack," he added hastily. "It's just.... Anyway, so there I was making adjustments and then there was the most unexpected chemical reaction and whoosh." At this he flung his arms out so enthusiastically, he sent the sponge hurtling across the room to hit the wall with a wet thud.
"You set your clothes on fire."
"Well, that's not entirely accurate. It was more of a superheated...." He cast a nervous glance in her direction. "Er, yes, I set my clothes on fire."
Rose walked to the pile on the floor and prodded it with her foot.
"Poor suit. I liked that suit."
"Well, it's not as if I don't have a dozen other suits just like it. You should know that by now."
"Yeah," she sighed, still looking at the charred, ruined fabric. "Because wearing the same outfit every day would be silly."
"Exac- Oi!"
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Prompt: angelofprey set his clothes on fire. please add copious amounts of humor.
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