Drinking Water - 1/1 - All Ages - Ten/Rose
Title: Drinking Water (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all related characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: He wasn’t going to bother wasting any sympathy on her; she’d brought this on herself. Mild Ten/Rose.
Word Count: 525.
A/N: Written for mrs_remus's ficlet request: Ten/Rose and shippiness.
How many times had he told her not to drink the water? She was an experienced traveller and been with him all over the universe, but Rose Tyler could be a complete idiot sometimes. He wasn’t going to bother wasting any sympathy on her; she’d brought this on herself.
As she retched into a bucket for the nth time that morning, he couldn’t help but sigh and crawl onto the bed beside her, pulling her hair away from her face. The Doctor gently rubbed her back as she gave an angry sob, tugging the bucket from her and putting it down on the floor.
“Water,” she said quietly.
“Of course.” The Doctor reached for her glass and she took it with shaking hands. “You should eat something,” he told her softly.
“I don’t think that I could keep anything down.”
The Doctor frowned, watching her. Her face had a greenish tinge and his sonic screwdriver told him that she’d picked up a mild bug from the water on the planet. It would probably pass in a day or two but, until it did, Rose would feel absolutely wretched.
He patted the pockets of his suit, trying to find something. Reaching inside his jacket, he pulled a banana from a handy pocket. “Here. Eat this.”
“Good source of potassium,” Rose said with a weak laugh.
The Doctor beamed. “Something I’ve said hasn’t gone in one ear and out the other!” He ruffled her hair: Rose weakly batted his hand away. “Nifty piece of fruit, the banana.” Wrinkling his nose, he added, “Remind me never to use the word ‘nifty’ again.”
“Okay.” Rose gave a small smile, looking at the banana. “I think I’ll eat it later. Think I might try and sleep for a bit.” She rested her head back on her pillow, one of her soft toys from home under her arm. The Doctor smiled, stroking her hair from her face. His fingers trailed down her cheek as Rose looked up at him. Their eyes met and he cleared his throat, quickly standing up.
“Can I get you anything? A cup of tea? Piece of toast? Cup of tea and a piece of toast?” He pulled a face. “God, I sound like your mother.” He brightened. “Do you want your mother? We could swing by the Powell Estate and pick her up. She’s got to be good for something, right?”
Rose flashed him a tired grin. “Nah, she’d just start fussing.” She gave a groan as her stomach lurched, rolling onto her side. “Stay with me,” she asked, hand reaching out.
The Doctor paused. That was edging into the realms of Very Domestic, but how could he turn her down when she was looking up at him with those big eyes? He sighed, sitting back on the bed. Rose tugged him down so that he was lying down, snuggling into his side.
“Better,” she murmured.
The Doctor’s lips twisted into a smile and he listened as her breathing started to slow. “You’re not going to be sick on my suit, are you?”
Rose groaned. “Shut up.”
“What?” The Doctor asked, perplexed. “It’s a nice suit.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all related characters belong to the BBC.
Summary: He wasn’t going to bother wasting any sympathy on her; she’d brought this on herself. Mild Ten/Rose.
Word Count: 525.
A/N: Written for mrs_remus's ficlet request: Ten/Rose and shippiness.
How many times had he told her not to drink the water? She was an experienced traveller and been with him all over the universe, but Rose Tyler could be a complete idiot sometimes. He wasn’t going to bother wasting any sympathy on her; she’d brought this on herself.
As she retched into a bucket for the nth time that morning, he couldn’t help but sigh and crawl onto the bed beside her, pulling her hair away from her face. The Doctor gently rubbed her back as she gave an angry sob, tugging the bucket from her and putting it down on the floor.
“Water,” she said quietly.
“Of course.” The Doctor reached for her glass and she took it with shaking hands. “You should eat something,” he told her softly.
“I don’t think that I could keep anything down.”
The Doctor frowned, watching her. Her face had a greenish tinge and his sonic screwdriver told him that she’d picked up a mild bug from the water on the planet. It would probably pass in a day or two but, until it did, Rose would feel absolutely wretched.
He patted the pockets of his suit, trying to find something. Reaching inside his jacket, he pulled a banana from a handy pocket. “Here. Eat this.”
“Good source of potassium,” Rose said with a weak laugh.
The Doctor beamed. “Something I’ve said hasn’t gone in one ear and out the other!” He ruffled her hair: Rose weakly batted his hand away. “Nifty piece of fruit, the banana.” Wrinkling his nose, he added, “Remind me never to use the word ‘nifty’ again.”
“Okay.” Rose gave a small smile, looking at the banana. “I think I’ll eat it later. Think I might try and sleep for a bit.” She rested her head back on her pillow, one of her soft toys from home under her arm. The Doctor smiled, stroking her hair from her face. His fingers trailed down her cheek as Rose looked up at him. Their eyes met and he cleared his throat, quickly standing up.
“Can I get you anything? A cup of tea? Piece of toast? Cup of tea and a piece of toast?” He pulled a face. “God, I sound like your mother.” He brightened. “Do you want your mother? We could swing by the Powell Estate and pick her up. She’s got to be good for something, right?”
Rose flashed him a tired grin. “Nah, she’d just start fussing.” She gave a groan as her stomach lurched, rolling onto her side. “Stay with me,” she asked, hand reaching out.
The Doctor paused. That was edging into the realms of Very Domestic, but how could he turn her down when she was looking up at him with those big eyes? He sighed, sitting back on the bed. Rose tugged him down so that he was lying down, snuggling into his side.
“Better,” she murmured.
The Doctor’s lips twisted into a smile and he listened as her breathing started to slow. “You’re not going to be sick on my suit, are you?”
Rose groaned. “Shut up.”
“What?” The Doctor asked, perplexed. “It’s a nice suit.”