Fic: Washroom Vignettes: Part One
Fic: The Washroom Vignettes: Part One
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Doctor, Rose Tyler
Pairing: 10/Rose (a little)
Rating: G
Rose wasn't really sure when it had started, but at some time over the past year, the Doctor had commandeered her bathroom.
Clad in pink pajamas, Rose stood in the doorway impatiently tapping her foot as she watched the Doctor examine his hair in the bathroom mirror. He had been standing there, with his tub of hair gel for nearly forty minutes.
Rose sighed overly loudly, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling. There must be a plethora of washrooms tucked away in the TARDIS, but for some reason the excessive hair styling had to occur in hers.
“Doctor, the Roman Empire isn’t going to wait, you know.” She smiled at him, watching as he ran his fingers through his shock of hair, occasionally pausing to style a stray strand.
The Doctor grinned back at her through the mirror. “But Rose, what would Augustus think of me if I turned up looking unkept?”
Rose rolled her eyes, “You’ve completely missed the hair at the back. Actually, you do not look unlike a cockatoo.” She smirked a little, as the Doctor swung around the face her, his converse sneakers squeaking on the white tile floor.
“Okay then, Rose Tyler: Hair Extraordinaire. You fix it.” He brandished the tub of hair gel in front of her.
Her smirk still firmly in place, Rose stepped forward and plucked the tub from the Doctor’s outstretched hand. She ran her fingers through his unruly mane of hair experimentally.
Rose met the Doctor’s eyes in the mirror. “You’re actually trusting me with your hair?”
He shrugged back. “Sure, what could you possibly do to make it worse?”
Rose grinned.
Two hours and twenty-four minutes later, the Doctor introduced himself to the first Emperor of the Roman Empire, wearing his pinstriped suit, his converse sneakers, and sporting a gelled Mohawk.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Doctor, Rose Tyler
Pairing: 10/Rose (a little)
Rating: G
Rose wasn't really sure when it had started, but at some time over the past year, the Doctor had commandeered her bathroom.
Clad in pink pajamas, Rose stood in the doorway impatiently tapping her foot as she watched the Doctor examine his hair in the bathroom mirror. He had been standing there, with his tub of hair gel for nearly forty minutes.
Rose sighed overly loudly, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling. There must be a plethora of washrooms tucked away in the TARDIS, but for some reason the excessive hair styling had to occur in hers.
“Doctor, the Roman Empire isn’t going to wait, you know.” She smiled at him, watching as he ran his fingers through his shock of hair, occasionally pausing to style a stray strand.
The Doctor grinned back at her through the mirror. “But Rose, what would Augustus think of me if I turned up looking unkept?”
Rose rolled her eyes, “You’ve completely missed the hair at the back. Actually, you do not look unlike a cockatoo.” She smirked a little, as the Doctor swung around the face her, his converse sneakers squeaking on the white tile floor.
“Okay then, Rose Tyler: Hair Extraordinaire. You fix it.” He brandished the tub of hair gel in front of her.
Her smirk still firmly in place, Rose stepped forward and plucked the tub from the Doctor’s outstretched hand. She ran her fingers through his unruly mane of hair experimentally.
Rose met the Doctor’s eyes in the mirror. “You’re actually trusting me with your hair?”
He shrugged back. “Sure, what could you possibly do to make it worse?”
Rose grinned.
Two hours and twenty-four minutes later, the Doctor introduced himself to the first Emperor of the Roman Empire, wearing his pinstriped suit, his converse sneakers, and sporting a gelled Mohawk.