Fic: Ichthyology
Title: Ichthyology
Characters: Doctor/Rose
Rating: G
Prompt: Image 18, Prompt 8
Summary: Some adventures a stranger than others, and more than one end with a new friend.
"Exactly, how was it an assassination attempt?" Rose asked.
She held the jar up to the light and tapped on the glass to get the little golden thing to move and prove it was still alive.
"Felduxions aren't particularly bright," the Doctor explained, rounding the console and flipping switches. "I assume the idea was for the emperor to choke on it."
A smile tugged at Rose's lips as she lowered the jar and watched her friend pilot his ship. She'd offer to help, but he'd probably remind her of their little friend.
Leaning back in the jump seat, she tilted her head and studied the little goldfish again.
"We could name him," she offered.
"Her", the Doctor corrected, grunting as he pulled down the hand break. "It's female."
"How'd you know that?"
"The belly," he said absently, his attention more focussed on the view screen than his companion. "Female goldfish have fuller abdomens than males."
"You would know that," Rose laughed. "Guess I can't name her Fred then."
The Doctor collapsed into the seat beside her and shrugged.
"You could name her Fred, if you wanted."
"But it would be silly."
"Fred's a perfectly female name in some cultures," he informed her seriously, but there was something to his smile that made her doubt the truth in that statement.
"If you say so."
Rose rolled her eyes and held the jar back up watching her wet little charge swim circles around the perimeter of the jar. Her little fins sparkled in the glow of the TARDIS console giving them an almost magical quality.
"Death by goldfish?" she asked, still not sure of his explanation.
"It's happened to greater men than His Splendor, The Great and Wonderful Felduxion Emperor, Bob XIII," he exclaimed, intimating the tone used in court to introduce the ruler.
When their eyes met they exchanged goofy smiles and dissolved into a fit of giggles.
"You know," he said, trying to regain his composure. "She does sort of look like a Fred."
Rose snorted, choking back another laugh.
"Poor Fred," she consoled, stroking the glass jar. "That mean old emperor almost drank you."
The remark was enough to return the both of them to the effervescent tears of laughter.
Needless to say, it took some time before they were able to return the fish to relative safety.
Characters: Doctor/Rose
Rating: G
Prompt: Image 18, Prompt 8
Summary: Some adventures a stranger than others, and more than one end with a new friend.
"Exactly, how was it an assassination attempt?" Rose asked.
She held the jar up to the light and tapped on the glass to get the little golden thing to move and prove it was still alive.
"Felduxions aren't particularly bright," the Doctor explained, rounding the console and flipping switches. "I assume the idea was for the emperor to choke on it."
A smile tugged at Rose's lips as she lowered the jar and watched her friend pilot his ship. She'd offer to help, but he'd probably remind her of their little friend.
Leaning back in the jump seat, she tilted her head and studied the little goldfish again.
"We could name him," she offered.
"Her", the Doctor corrected, grunting as he pulled down the hand break. "It's female."
"How'd you know that?"
"The belly," he said absently, his attention more focussed on the view screen than his companion. "Female goldfish have fuller abdomens than males."
"You would know that," Rose laughed. "Guess I can't name her Fred then."
The Doctor collapsed into the seat beside her and shrugged.
"You could name her Fred, if you wanted."
"But it would be silly."
"Fred's a perfectly female name in some cultures," he informed her seriously, but there was something to his smile that made her doubt the truth in that statement.
"If you say so."
Rose rolled her eyes and held the jar back up watching her wet little charge swim circles around the perimeter of the jar. Her little fins sparkled in the glow of the TARDIS console giving them an almost magical quality.
"Death by goldfish?" she asked, still not sure of his explanation.
"It's happened to greater men than His Splendor, The Great and Wonderful Felduxion Emperor, Bob XIII," he exclaimed, intimating the tone used in court to introduce the ruler.
When their eyes met they exchanged goofy smiles and dissolved into a fit of giggles.
"You know," he said, trying to regain his composure. "She does sort of look like a Fred."
Rose snorted, choking back another laugh.
"Poor Fred," she consoled, stroking the glass jar. "That mean old emperor almost drank you."
The remark was enough to return the both of them to the effervescent tears of laughter.
Needless to say, it took some time before they were able to return the fish to relative safety.