Doctor Who fic: Cadillac 8000 (Ten/Rose, G)

Aug 15, 2007 16:08

Title: Cadillac 8000
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: "It's not just any roller-coaster, Rose! That right there is the tallest, fastest roller-coaster in the entire solar system."
Author's notes: I blame mrv3000 for this. She said something about the Doctor and Rose wearing matching t-shirts, and this is what came to mind. Utter fluff.


"So where are we?" Rose pushed open the TARDIS door.

"Europa, the year 3032."

"It looks like an amusement park."

"Yep! 'Round the turn of the millenium, they converted the entire moon to a theme park."

"The whole moon? The price of admission's got to be insane."

"Oh, it is." He winked. "That's why we landed inside the gates."

"Very smart."

"Oo, there it is!" He stopped, grinning upwards. "The Cadillac 8000."

"It's a roller-coaster."

"It's not just any roller-coaster, Rose! That right there is the tallest, fastest roller-coaster in the entire solar system." He grinned at her. "Fancy a ride?"

"You're insane. That thing doesn't look stable."

"Oh, it's fine! Come on." He held out his hand. She took it, because really, who turns down a year 3032 roller-coaster on one of Jupiter's moons? Besides, it did look like fun.

The line was crazy long, but the Doctor pointed the sonic screwdriver at the "Quantum Pass" machine and got them in right away. "Cheater," she muttered, smirking up at him as they passed the miles of people waiting ride.

"What's the point in having the technology if you don't use it?"

She laughed and squeezed his hand.

Ten minutes later, she felt a lot less like laughing.

The Doctor bounced along beside her. "That was amazing!"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Oo, don't do that." He put an arm around her waist -- to support her, of course. "Should settle down in a minute. It is a shock to the system, all the ups and downs and side to sides..."

"Doctor? You're not helping."

"Oh, sorry. Maybe you should have some water. There's a store -- hah! Look! They have t-shirts!" He bounded over to the rack. "'I survived the Cadillac 8000.' See, Rose? You survived!"

"I'm not so sure, the way my head's spinning."

"Nah, that'll pass." He grabbed two shirts off the rack and headed for the cashier.

"Wait, you're buying a shirt?"

"Two, one for you, one for me. Don't have to worry about size -- they'll automatically shrink or grow to the right fit." He handed a credit chit to the robot behind the counter.

"In all the time I've known you, I don't think I've ever seen you wear a t-shirt."

"Well, I didn't say I'd wear it."

"Oh, no. You buy that shirt, you're wearing it."

He looked at her like she'd suddenly grown a second head or suggested he get a mortgage. "It's a souvenir! I don't have to wear it. Besides, I don't think it goes with these pants."

"I'm sure you've got a pair of jeans in the TARDIS somewhere." She grabbed his hands and smiled up at him. "Please?"

15 minutes later, they were back out in the park, wearing matching "I survived the Cadillac 8000" t-shirts and blue jeans and grinning like idiots. Rose's head and stomach, for the record, felt fine.

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