30 Thoughts - Rose 5/6
Title: 30 Thoughts - Rose Part 5/6
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: Rose chose to travel with a madman in a pretty blue box. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
I'll be posting my Nine/Rose story soon - wanna know the title? Moments....
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Couch
Rose and the Doctor were sitting on Jackie’s couch watching the news. It was pleasant, except Rose couldn’t concentrate on the television screen. She tried, she really did, but the Doctor was absent-mindedly playing with her hand. He had it, palm to his palm and trailing his fingertips over the top of it - driving her absolutely mad. She wanted to turn toward him to look at his freckled face, but she knew that she couldn’t without him noticing. So she kept still and enjoyed it until he would realize what he was doing and jump away from her at the awareness of it - as he often did.
Cupcake
Rose hated to bake. She honestly did. What was surprising to others (and herself, really) was that she was good at it. Too good. And so, she ignored her deep dislike for baking for one day so she could make a special treat for the Doctor. He was always taking her to all those fantastic places, showing her what not even her imagination could dream up. And so, she wanted to thank him, even if it was only by making him his absolute favorite treat: banana cupcakes with vanilla icing and "ball-bearing" sprinkles on top.
She was just finishing up decorating them when she heard his bouncy step entering the kitchen, “What smells so good?” He then came to an abrupt stop, his mouth wide open, eyes in shock at the treat that awaited him. “Are those banana cupcakes with vanilla icing and ball-bearings on top?” he asked, rushed and excited. She smiled widely at his pleasure. “Yup,” she said, handing him one. He stayed staring at her and enveloped her in a huge thankful hug.
And Rose found that she didn’t mind baking too much after all.
Cream
“Doctor, have you seen my…” Rose trailed off as she spotted the Doctor licking her hand cream off his arm. He made a face at the taste, but Rose couldn’t quite understand if he liked or hated it. She would have worried about him tasting it if he were anyone else. Instead, she sat down next to him on the couch and merely looked at him in amazement.
“What is it with you and my girly things?” she questioned. He had his brainy specs on, the all-careful observer.
“It smells like vanilla,” he stated, blankly.
She looked at him like he was mad…frankly, because he was a bit. “Yes, Doctor, the scent is vanilla bean.”
He scrunched up his nose causing his forehead to wrinkle in unison. “It doesn’t taste like vanilla,” he accused.
At that, Rose chuckled, “You can be so daft.” And she reached for his hand to pull him up with her. “Come on daft Doctor, let’s get you a cupcake.”
Postcard
It was a rare quiet time in the Tardis when the Doctor found Rose in the library, looking at postcards. She had collected them over the years as extended family and friends went off to exotic places, leaving her behind. She remembered how desperately she wanted to travel to those places to get away from home, work and boys like Jimmy Stone. She was thinking of how lucky she currently was when the Doctor’s voice made her jump out of her skin.
“Postcards? Don’t tell me you want to go to those places? You’ve been to the end of the world! But if you really want to, I’ll take you…” he babbled on.
She smiled at him as she picked herself off the chair and reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek. She pretended not to notice his surprise at her affection as she said, “You pick the time and place this time.” She’d travel anywhere with and for him and set aside that nagging thought that told her it wouldn’t be like this forever.
Rock
“It’s a rock, Doctor,” she said, trying not to sound cross. But seriously, the man was going on and on about an oversized pebble and its origin when all she cared about was the fact that she had been hit on the head with it by some alien.
“Oh, but Rose - it’s so much more!” he exclaimed. She must have given him a look because he shut up just then and tossed the rock over his shoulder, and grinned his manic grin.
Sixth
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: Rose chose to travel with a madman in a pretty blue box. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
I'll be posting my Nine/Rose story soon - wanna know the title? Moments....
First
Second
Third
Fourth
Couch
Rose and the Doctor were sitting on Jackie’s couch watching the news. It was pleasant, except Rose couldn’t concentrate on the television screen. She tried, she really did, but the Doctor was absent-mindedly playing with her hand. He had it, palm to his palm and trailing his fingertips over the top of it - driving her absolutely mad. She wanted to turn toward him to look at his freckled face, but she knew that she couldn’t without him noticing. So she kept still and enjoyed it until he would realize what he was doing and jump away from her at the awareness of it - as he often did.
Cupcake
Rose hated to bake. She honestly did. What was surprising to others (and herself, really) was that she was good at it. Too good. And so, she ignored her deep dislike for baking for one day so she could make a special treat for the Doctor. He was always taking her to all those fantastic places, showing her what not even her imagination could dream up. And so, she wanted to thank him, even if it was only by making him his absolute favorite treat: banana cupcakes with vanilla icing and "ball-bearing" sprinkles on top.
She was just finishing up decorating them when she heard his bouncy step entering the kitchen, “What smells so good?” He then came to an abrupt stop, his mouth wide open, eyes in shock at the treat that awaited him. “Are those banana cupcakes with vanilla icing and ball-bearings on top?” he asked, rushed and excited. She smiled widely at his pleasure. “Yup,” she said, handing him one. He stayed staring at her and enveloped her in a huge thankful hug.
And Rose found that she didn’t mind baking too much after all.
Cream
“Doctor, have you seen my…” Rose trailed off as she spotted the Doctor licking her hand cream off his arm. He made a face at the taste, but Rose couldn’t quite understand if he liked or hated it. She would have worried about him tasting it if he were anyone else. Instead, she sat down next to him on the couch and merely looked at him in amazement.
“What is it with you and my girly things?” she questioned. He had his brainy specs on, the all-careful observer.
“It smells like vanilla,” he stated, blankly.
She looked at him like he was mad…frankly, because he was a bit. “Yes, Doctor, the scent is vanilla bean.”
He scrunched up his nose causing his forehead to wrinkle in unison. “It doesn’t taste like vanilla,” he accused.
At that, Rose chuckled, “You can be so daft.” And she reached for his hand to pull him up with her. “Come on daft Doctor, let’s get you a cupcake.”
Postcard
It was a rare quiet time in the Tardis when the Doctor found Rose in the library, looking at postcards. She had collected them over the years as extended family and friends went off to exotic places, leaving her behind. She remembered how desperately she wanted to travel to those places to get away from home, work and boys like Jimmy Stone. She was thinking of how lucky she currently was when the Doctor’s voice made her jump out of her skin.
“Postcards? Don’t tell me you want to go to those places? You’ve been to the end of the world! But if you really want to, I’ll take you…” he babbled on.
She smiled at him as she picked herself off the chair and reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek. She pretended not to notice his surprise at her affection as she said, “You pick the time and place this time.” She’d travel anywhere with and for him and set aside that nagging thought that told her it wouldn’t be like this forever.
Rock
“It’s a rock, Doctor,” she said, trying not to sound cross. But seriously, the man was going on and on about an oversized pebble and its origin when all she cared about was the fact that she had been hit on the head with it by some alien.
“Oh, but Rose - it’s so much more!” he exclaimed. She must have given him a look because he shut up just then and tossed the rock over his shoulder, and grinned his manic grin.
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