fic: and that's it, then
Title: And That's It, Then
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Rose Tyler, The Doctor, Rose/The Doctor
Summary: "Well, let's get married, then!"
Rating: PG
Notes: for mrv3000, who asked (and answered) the question: How would the Doctor propose to Rose?
un. It would involve some spectacular event in the universe.
"What is this?" eyes wide, mouth curling up into a smile.
"Well, essentially, it's a dust storm, but with this thunder storm, it's rather-" he looks at her then, "beautiful."
She stares up at the sky, mesmerised by what she was seeing.
"Rose?"
"Hmmm?" She doesn't take her eyes off the sky.
"Marry me?"
"Anytime."
deux. Pretend it was a joke to gage reaction, and then quickly claim "for reals!" when she liked the idea.
Struggling for breath, she didn't realise The Doctor could be so funny.
"-and then you'd marry me!"
Her eyes pop, smile still intact, "I like it."
His face is suddenly serious, and his hand is on hers.
"It wasn't a joke."
There's a certain glow to her eyes, "I know."
"Good." And that smile.
trois. Accidentally.
They get arrested for holding hands in public on a planet that doesn't condone Public Displays of Affection, and he's yelling, more out of frustration than anything else.
"Well maybe we wouldn't be in this mess if we were married."
"Was that a proposal?" she yells back, hands on her hips.
"Yes!"
"Fine!"
"Well, good, then."
"Good, then?"
"Yes," brow furrowed, he takes her hand through the bars of the jail cell, and they have to spend two more days in lockdown because of it.
quatre. Drunkenly.
"Bananas are good!" she giggles through her straw.
"As are weddings!"
"I haven't been to a wedding a long time," she muses, and takes another drink.
"And you've never been to a Gallifreyan wedding."
"Yeah, that's true."
"Well, let's get married, then."
"Okay," another fit of giggles erupts.
Neither of them remember a thing the next morning.
cinq. The traditional Gallifreyan giving of a snowglobe. (Rose misunderstands and throws it in her sock drawer.)
"Rose," he holds out a snowglobe, "I'd like for you to have this."
"Oh, wow, Doctor." She takes it with a smile. "It's lovely."
Days later, he finds it in her sock drawer, (not that he was snooping or anything) and she finds him sulking at the TARDIS console.
"Doctor?"
He ignores her, mumbles something about flowers.
Rose tries to supress her smile, "what's the matter?"
"Nothing," he lies.
She moves closer to him, so that she can see him better. He sighs audibly, and tries to move his face.
"Liar," she laughs, "tell me."
"You hid it."
She furrows her brow, "hid what?"
"The snowglobe," it comes out in a huff. "If you wanted to say no, you should've just said no."
"What are you talking about? It's just a snowglobe."
His face is the most confused she's ever seen it. "It's not just a snowglobe, it's a- it's a-"
"It's a what?" she prompts.
"It's a proposal!"
Her entire face lights up, and she almost flattens him with her hug.
six. Blurting it out after getting giddy from hugging.
After they almost get eaten by a giant tyranobug, they run to each other and hug for an unprecedented amount of time.
"Marry me-" and he can't stop his eyes from going wide.
A gasp escapes her mouth, and she pulls away, to see his face. A smile slowly forms on both their lips, and he pulls her toward him again.
sept. He'd try something very Earth-traditional, but it'd go horribly wrong.
After popping the champagne (the cork almost hitting her in the eye), he gets down on one knee, and slips (almost chipping a tooth on the table). She doesn't care, she says yes before he can even ask.
huit. Are you kidding? Rose would have to propose to him. And wait for the freakout to subside to get an answer. (Yes, by the way.)
"Doctor?" she says one night, under a starlit sky.
"Yes, Rose?"
She can feel the beating of his hearts, and thinks this is the perfect time.
"Will you marry me?"
"Oh, Rose," he breathes, "Pick a time and place."
Smile dancing over her lips, she reaches for his hand, and he kisses her hair.
neuf.
"How long are you going to stay with me?" he asks, heart on his sleeve.
"Forever."
And that's it, then.
Fin.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing: Rose Tyler, The Doctor, Rose/The Doctor
Summary: "Well, let's get married, then!"
Rating: PG
Notes: for mrv3000, who asked (and answered) the question: How would the Doctor propose to Rose?
un. It would involve some spectacular event in the universe.
"What is this?" eyes wide, mouth curling up into a smile.
"Well, essentially, it's a dust storm, but with this thunder storm, it's rather-" he looks at her then, "beautiful."
She stares up at the sky, mesmerised by what she was seeing.
"Rose?"
"Hmmm?" She doesn't take her eyes off the sky.
"Marry me?"
"Anytime."
deux. Pretend it was a joke to gage reaction, and then quickly claim "for reals!" when she liked the idea.
Struggling for breath, she didn't realise The Doctor could be so funny.
"-and then you'd marry me!"
Her eyes pop, smile still intact, "I like it."
His face is suddenly serious, and his hand is on hers.
"It wasn't a joke."
There's a certain glow to her eyes, "I know."
"Good." And that smile.
trois. Accidentally.
They get arrested for holding hands in public on a planet that doesn't condone Public Displays of Affection, and he's yelling, more out of frustration than anything else.
"Well maybe we wouldn't be in this mess if we were married."
"Was that a proposal?" she yells back, hands on her hips.
"Yes!"
"Fine!"
"Well, good, then."
"Good, then?"
"Yes," brow furrowed, he takes her hand through the bars of the jail cell, and they have to spend two more days in lockdown because of it.
quatre. Drunkenly.
"Bananas are good!" she giggles through her straw.
"As are weddings!"
"I haven't been to a wedding a long time," she muses, and takes another drink.
"And you've never been to a Gallifreyan wedding."
"Yeah, that's true."
"Well, let's get married, then."
"Okay," another fit of giggles erupts.
Neither of them remember a thing the next morning.
cinq. The traditional Gallifreyan giving of a snowglobe. (Rose misunderstands and throws it in her sock drawer.)
"Rose," he holds out a snowglobe, "I'd like for you to have this."
"Oh, wow, Doctor." She takes it with a smile. "It's lovely."
Days later, he finds it in her sock drawer, (not that he was snooping or anything) and she finds him sulking at the TARDIS console.
"Doctor?"
He ignores her, mumbles something about flowers.
Rose tries to supress her smile, "what's the matter?"
"Nothing," he lies.
She moves closer to him, so that she can see him better. He sighs audibly, and tries to move his face.
"Liar," she laughs, "tell me."
"You hid it."
She furrows her brow, "hid what?"
"The snowglobe," it comes out in a huff. "If you wanted to say no, you should've just said no."
"What are you talking about? It's just a snowglobe."
His face is the most confused she's ever seen it. "It's not just a snowglobe, it's a- it's a-"
"It's a what?" she prompts.
"It's a proposal!"
Her entire face lights up, and she almost flattens him with her hug.
six. Blurting it out after getting giddy from hugging.
After they almost get eaten by a giant tyranobug, they run to each other and hug for an unprecedented amount of time.
"Marry me-" and he can't stop his eyes from going wide.
A gasp escapes her mouth, and she pulls away, to see his face. A smile slowly forms on both their lips, and he pulls her toward him again.
sept. He'd try something very Earth-traditional, but it'd go horribly wrong.
After popping the champagne (the cork almost hitting her in the eye), he gets down on one knee, and slips (almost chipping a tooth on the table). She doesn't care, she says yes before he can even ask.
huit. Are you kidding? Rose would have to propose to him. And wait for the freakout to subside to get an answer. (Yes, by the way.)
"Doctor?" she says one night, under a starlit sky.
"Yes, Rose?"
She can feel the beating of his hearts, and thinks this is the perfect time.
"Will you marry me?"
"Oh, Rose," he breathes, "Pick a time and place."
Smile dancing over her lips, she reaches for his hand, and he kisses her hair.
neuf.
"How long are you going to stay with me?" he asks, heart on his sleeve.
"Forever."
And that's it, then.
Fin.