Fic - "Run" (1/1)
It's been far too long since I wrote anything and fandom's looking a little bare and quiet. =(
Title: Run
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Characters: 10.5 and Rose
Summary: Short, happy little fic, post-Journey's End. The Doctor and Rose find that a traditional human life might not be their thing.
“Remind me why we're doing this again,” the Doctor mutters to the woman beside him, not turning his head.
“Because,” she says, likewise looking not at him but staring ahead with forced patience, a fixed beaming smile on her face, “you said you wanted one of those cakes with the little people on top so you could see what you'd look like made outta icing.”
The Doctor scowls. “Nobody told me those little people are actually made of plastic. And it doesn't even look like me!”
Rose grins. “Oh, I dunno.”
Remembering the enormous nose and comb-over hair of the little plastic man, the Doctor refuses to comment. A warm hand grasps the first two fingers of his and he looks down, watching their hands join properly. Jake is frowning beside them, trying to work out what they're saying. Behind them, their guests wait in silence as the music comes to an end.
“You scared?” Rose asks, quietly, looking at him for the first time.
“Terrified,” he grins, leaning in closer to nudge her with his shoulder. Her entire dress rustles as she readjusts her balance.
“Me too,” she confesses, laughter breathing through her words.
He considers this for a long moment, looking down at her dress and his shoes, a pair of uncomfortable black things Jackie Tyler had persuaded him into on pain of death, as though weighing up their options.
Then he looks back up at her, eyebrows raising mischievously, and he leans in close to whisper: “Run!”
Laughing, one hand grasped tightly in his and the other bunching up the fabric of her dress, Rose can't help but think she'll remember the look of astonishment on her mother's face as they race the wrong way down the aisle longer than she'd ever have remembered the particulars of an ordinary day.
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