Doctor Who ficlet: Tartan [extended version]
Title: Tartan
Author: rustydog
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose
Words: 173
Rating: G
Spoilers: None, unless you count an allusion to a classic series companion
Notes: Written in honor of Tartan Day, April 6. Drabble version posted on writercon100, but in this case my longer original draft was different enough that I wanted to post it separately. (My drabbles are never under 130 words on first attempt.)
The Doctor finally found Rose on a sofa in the wardrobe, curled up under a length of tartan wool. When he sat down near her feet, she woke.
"Do you know that in all these clothes, you don't have a single blanket?" she said, frowning. "Where'd you get this, anyway?" She fingered the raveling edge of the cloth.
The Doctor smiled softly. "It belonged to a good man."
"He traveled with you?"
A simple nod.
"Well, you're not keeping my clothes." She poked him with her foot playfully, then looked more serious. "Would you...?"
He didn't answer for a moment, and then he was looking at her sideways, as if he'd had an idea.
"Would you like to see the Highland Games, say... 1972? I'm told the Queen tripped over a stray caber, landed right on the royal-"
"She didn't!"
The Doctor shrugged and grinned, holding out his hand. "Let's go and see."
Rose let him help her up, then turned to fold the tartan cloth carefully before she followed the Doctor out.
Author: rustydog
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose
Words: 173
Rating: G
Spoilers: None, unless you count an allusion to a classic series companion
Notes: Written in honor of Tartan Day, April 6. Drabble version posted on writercon100, but in this case my longer original draft was different enough that I wanted to post it separately. (My drabbles are never under 130 words on first attempt.)
The Doctor finally found Rose on a sofa in the wardrobe, curled up under a length of tartan wool. When he sat down near her feet, she woke.
"Do you know that in all these clothes, you don't have a single blanket?" she said, frowning. "Where'd you get this, anyway?" She fingered the raveling edge of the cloth.
The Doctor smiled softly. "It belonged to a good man."
"He traveled with you?"
A simple nod.
"Well, you're not keeping my clothes." She poked him with her foot playfully, then looked more serious. "Would you...?"
He didn't answer for a moment, and then he was looking at her sideways, as if he'd had an idea.
"Would you like to see the Highland Games, say... 1972? I'm told the Queen tripped over a stray caber, landed right on the royal-"
"She didn't!"
The Doctor shrugged and grinned, holding out his hand. "Let's go and see."
Rose let him help her up, then turned to fold the tartan cloth carefully before she followed the Doctor out.