Stowaway Mouse (1/1)
1. To all my new watchers: This is for you. I adore you all, so much. You make my day time and time again. And I WILL reply to your comments.
2. Awhile back, I extended a public invitation for people to give me Doctor Who drabble prompts. This is jazzfic's. She might notice it's taken awhile. srichard's will take even longer, because it's so rife with promise and I want to do it justice. Anyway, THANKS, GUYS. And: ENJOY.
3. Feel free to suggest new Doctor Who drabble prompts to me by leaving a comment here; they will probably come out Doctor/Rose, because I'm just like that. They will also probably come out more ficlet than drabble (I'm like that, too). I will write them as time allows, so you shall live in constant breathless expectation. It'll be pretty cool.
Title: Stowaway Mouse
Author: ninamazing, or Nina
Word Count: 264
Rating: G
Spoilers: None, really.
Characters: Nine/Rose.
"Honestly, Doctor, we're not going to find it," Rose said for what felt like the hundredth time. She was crouched on her hands and knees near the wardrobe room, in some hallway of the TARDIS she'd barely ever seen.
"We have to," he replied from his perch by the doorway, where he was scanning the room with his sonic screwdriver, his blue eyes focused.
"You've got to be kidding," she muttered. "A stowaway mouse can disrupt the flow of space and time?"
"You tell me," was the curt response.
"Doctor," she began, rocking back on her heels, "what if we sort of took off anyway, and went a couple of years in the future and see if it changed anything, the mouse being gone?"
This time he actually looked away from the screwdriver's blinking azure light to glare at her. It was one of those days.
"Well, if you're going to be like that," Rose told him, mimicking his grumpiness, "I'm not going to keep looking like this. I think we ought to just put out chocolate chips, turn out the lights, and wait for it to come scrabbling."
"Chocolate chips," the Doctor repeated, as if he'd never heard of them before. Then he whirled to face her. "Chocolate chips! How come you never said?"
Rose laughed and stood up. "Didn't ask," she answered.
He switched off the screwdriver, snatched her hand, and raced kitchenward. They were having too much fun - he couldn't tell her, now, that he already knew the mouse's absence from its own time and space wouldn't matter a bit.
2. Awhile back, I extended a public invitation for people to give me Doctor Who drabble prompts. This is jazzfic's. She might notice it's taken awhile. srichard's will take even longer, because it's so rife with promise and I want to do it justice. Anyway, THANKS, GUYS. And: ENJOY.
3. Feel free to suggest new Doctor Who drabble prompts to me by leaving a comment here; they will probably come out Doctor/Rose, because I'm just like that. They will also probably come out more ficlet than drabble (I'm like that, too). I will write them as time allows, so you shall live in constant breathless expectation. It'll be pretty cool.
Title: Stowaway Mouse
Author: ninamazing, or Nina
Word Count: 264
Rating: G
Spoilers: None, really.
Characters: Nine/Rose.
"Honestly, Doctor, we're not going to find it," Rose said for what felt like the hundredth time. She was crouched on her hands and knees near the wardrobe room, in some hallway of the TARDIS she'd barely ever seen.
"We have to," he replied from his perch by the doorway, where he was scanning the room with his sonic screwdriver, his blue eyes focused.
"You've got to be kidding," she muttered. "A stowaway mouse can disrupt the flow of space and time?"
"You tell me," was the curt response.
"Doctor," she began, rocking back on her heels, "what if we sort of took off anyway, and went a couple of years in the future and see if it changed anything, the mouse being gone?"
This time he actually looked away from the screwdriver's blinking azure light to glare at her. It was one of those days.
"Well, if you're going to be like that," Rose told him, mimicking his grumpiness, "I'm not going to keep looking like this. I think we ought to just put out chocolate chips, turn out the lights, and wait for it to come scrabbling."
"Chocolate chips," the Doctor repeated, as if he'd never heard of them before. Then he whirled to face her. "Chocolate chips! How come you never said?"
Rose laughed and stood up. "Didn't ask," she answered.
He switched off the screwdriver, snatched her hand, and raced kitchenward. They were having too much fun - he couldn't tell her, now, that he already knew the mouse's absence from its own time and space wouldn't matter a bit.