30 Thoughts - The Doctor 8/10
Title: 30 Thoughts - The Doctor 8/10
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor has a massive brain and years of experience - who really knows what goes on in the mind of his. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
One Six
Two Seven
Three
Four
Five
Keyboard
Sometimes, he’d let Rose type on the console keyboard. The labels on the keys were ultimately in Gallifreyan writing, so she couldn’t possibly comprehend them. He’d stand behind her or beside her, pointing out which keys to press. She’d listen intently to his instructions, trying to help and understand. He was patient with her and with the mistakes she made, smiling gently with each key pressed. It took three times as long, but the fact that she was trying at all to understand warmed his hearts.
Bulb
The Doctor had to change the bulb in Rose’s room more times than he could count. He couldn’t understand how she could run through them so quickly. And he REALLY didn’t understand how the Tardis would let it happen, or even why she couldn’t fix it herself. Each time he’d change it, Rose would be sitting on her bed and he could feel her eyes on him. He spent most of the time in her room blushing and keeping his face away from her line of sight because of it. He didn’t quite get why Rose would stare at him so...or why he couldn’t help but like it when she did.
Canister
He walked in on her opening a canister in the Tardis library one day. His eyes widened at the sight as he ran toward her, seizing it from her in the process. He could feel his face flush with inexcusable fury as he yelled, “Leave that ALONE!” The Doctor burst with it, not fully thinking about his behavior. Obviously, Rose had no idea what was in the canister, and it was not hidden in the large room. The realization soon hit, but it was too late, as he witnessed Rose cringe from his words and tone. He placed the canister on the nearby desk and stepped toward her, only to see her flinch at his sudden closeness, causing his hearts to falter. She, in turn, stepped away from him. “Sorry, Doctor. I...I’ll go fix us some tea,” she mumbled before turning out the door.
Nine
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I've been told that Canister can be a good way to start a longer fic. What do you think?
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor has a massive brain and years of experience - who really knows what goes on in the mind of his. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
One Six
Two Seven
Three
Four
Five
Keyboard
Sometimes, he’d let Rose type on the console keyboard. The labels on the keys were ultimately in Gallifreyan writing, so she couldn’t possibly comprehend them. He’d stand behind her or beside her, pointing out which keys to press. She’d listen intently to his instructions, trying to help and understand. He was patient with her and with the mistakes she made, smiling gently with each key pressed. It took three times as long, but the fact that she was trying at all to understand warmed his hearts.
Bulb
The Doctor had to change the bulb in Rose’s room more times than he could count. He couldn’t understand how she could run through them so quickly. And he REALLY didn’t understand how the Tardis would let it happen, or even why she couldn’t fix it herself. Each time he’d change it, Rose would be sitting on her bed and he could feel her eyes on him. He spent most of the time in her room blushing and keeping his face away from her line of sight because of it. He didn’t quite get why Rose would stare at him so...or why he couldn’t help but like it when she did.
Canister
He walked in on her opening a canister in the Tardis library one day. His eyes widened at the sight as he ran toward her, seizing it from her in the process. He could feel his face flush with inexcusable fury as he yelled, “Leave that ALONE!” The Doctor burst with it, not fully thinking about his behavior. Obviously, Rose had no idea what was in the canister, and it was not hidden in the large room. The realization soon hit, but it was too late, as he witnessed Rose cringe from his words and tone. He placed the canister on the nearby desk and stepped toward her, only to see her flinch at his sudden closeness, causing his hearts to falter. She, in turn, stepped away from him. “Sorry, Doctor. I...I’ll go fix us some tea,” she mumbled before turning out the door.
Nine
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I've been told that Canister can be a good way to start a longer fic. What do you think?