Destroyer of the World pt 1
Title : Destroyer of the World
Pairing :Ten/Rose, Fluffy
Rating : Pg-13 swearing
Spoilers : Possibly through S2
Disclaimer : Only own them in my dreams and odd imaginations
Wonderful Beta :
commodoreschick ,
Challenge : Picture posted by
svanderslice, Fluffy Picture ,
Destroyer of the World
There. That sound. It was right--
Gone, again.
"AURGH!"
He hammered the controls with the rubber mallet, sparks flying in protest. "Where is it?" he half shouted at the bluish-green glowing core, in the center, which continued on rising and falling, ignoring his question.
Throwing the mallet down in disgust, he kicked at the console, the red converse not offering much protection from the strike. Yelping in pain, he held his injured foot in his hands, hopping erratically on the other foot while attempting to stay upright.
He didn't hear the other occupant enter, until the sound of stifled giggles carried across the room stopping his chicken dance. Feigning ignorance, he made a show of busily pulling on his laces, then set his foot down tentatively, brushing invisible dust off his trousers, and at last dared to look up into the face of his blond-haired companion.
"Roose! I was just tweaking some intricate calibrations on the Ol' Girl."
Reaching his hand out to lay an affectionate pat on his ship, he jerked back suddenly as a small shower of sparks ignited underneath. He winced, sticking the singed digits into his mouth, shooting a menacing glare at the renegade machine.
"What needed to be fixed this time?" Asked Rose, strolling over to the console, rubbing it fondly, a slight conspiratorial grin crossing her face, almost hidden from the Doctor's view.
So, that's how they wanted to play it, eh?
He sniffed. Nope, he wasn't bothered, not even in the eensy-wheensy, teeny-tiniest, littlest bit. Not him, sniff. After all, he was a timelord and timelords didn't pout when their telepathic, sentient-being ship doted on their companions and ignored him.
Warily circling the panels, busily trying to devise a way to placate the TARDIS, his hands lightly fingered the flaps on his pockets for lack of other things to keep them occupied. He sighed.
"Well, the repairs aren't anything normally-- normal." Inwardly flinching, at even what sounded to him as a lame excuse, he kept his eyes focused downwards.
"Normal?"
"Exactly. Not normal." Stressing the not, and nodding his head emphatically.
"So, bein' all technical, and complicated, kind of difficult to explain and such, a stupid ape like myself, wouldn't understand this, not normal?"
The Doctor beamed at her.
"Right."
She was an intelligent girl, smarter than most when it came right down to it. Not many would understand the multiplicity of the numerous, sensitive devices he was constantly patching together. He was almost giddy with delight at how easily she understood, obviously not realizing what he'd said, until he saw the cloud pass over her features.
Gulp.
"Um, er, uh, well, not exactly." He could feel himself beginning to melt under the heated Tyler stare. "What I meant to say was--"
That sound.
He dropped to all fours, cocking his head and listening intently.
There it was, again! A sharp, pronounced noise, ending too soon.
"Doctor."
"Shh shh shh." He hissed putting his finger to his lips, glowering at her.
She was taken aback at this sudden outburst, had he finally gone mad? "That noise."
Again, rudely interrupting her, the Doctor scrambled over the metal grating, pausing to listen every few seconds. "C'mon, c'mon." He pleaded in a low whisper, encouraging the elusive noise to commence again.
One ear was pressed flat to the the floor, so completely focused in his quest, he failed to perceive the warm breath on his ear.
"Doctor."
He almost screamed in fright. Instead, laying on the floor willing his other heart to resume beating, he gave Rose a venomous look she missed, as her eyes furtively scanned around the base of the console.
"Where is it?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't have spent the last two hours crawling around search--" Now she was shushing him.
Of all the-- who did she think she was? Coming in here, interrupting him and now, now being impertinent. He wasn't going to stand for this. It was his ship after all.
He got no further than opening his mouth, when she began whistling. Short, sharp whistles one normally reserved for calling a pet.
Afraid that his companion might be suffering an after-effect, of an unknown, mind-altering, substance from the planet they had recently visited, the Doctor nervously whispered. "Rose, what are you doing?" hoping not to antagonize her.
"I'm calling him, or her." Shrugging noncommittally, she thought for a moment. "Not sure really which, until I find it." Unexplained, sudden strange behaviour, he thought frantically back on the last few hours, trying to determine when she may have become infected.
Wait. Had he heard her correctly?
"It?"
As if explaining to a small child she answered. "Yeah, the dog. I'm. Calling. The. Dog."
"Dog?" The Doctor squeaked, eyes beginning to widen.
As Rose peered sideways at him, he felt the sudden urge to check for antennae sprouting from his head.
"There!" Pivoting and bounding a few sections over, she pried up the gridwork. Then ever so carefully, reached in, pulling out a miniature ball of fur, not much bigger than her hand. A mound of white, topped with a mop of dark hair hanging over tiny brown eyes and a black nose.
"Aren't you just adooor-a-bull." She crooned, the small dog shaking in delight, a pink tongue darting out, leaving a wet trail on the tip of her nose. Rose giggled.
The Doctor surveyed the room in the event more furballs were hiding in wait, ready to jump out. "How did *that* get in here?" He inquired, to no one in particular.
Rose playfully squeezed the furry animal. "Dunno, but he's cuuuute." The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna call you, Fluffy."
A snort earned the Doctor an angry glare from two sets of eyes.
Quickly adopting a stern demeanor, he scrutinized the viewscreen to avoid his companions look of annoyance. "Don't." He said flatly.
"Don't what?"
"Don't, give *it* a name. You're not keeping that, that Tribble. It'll be more trouble than it's worth." A familiar thought, space, the final frontier, niggled at the back of his mind, he pushed it aside. Then before Rose was able to protest, he continued on. "You have no idea what type of fleas, bacteria, parasites, germs, infections, diseases, virus, or any other malady that varmint may be a host or carrier for."
"It's *just* a dog!" She protested, holding the stowaway towards the Doctor.
"Absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt positive of that are we?" He leaned closer, a wild gleam in his eyes. "Have you ever seen a Tragolybe? Or witnessed Sktha when they morph, heard the screams of victims when the Karveel feed, or known what it's like to feel the breath of ," he shook his head puzzled, glancing down, contemplating a moment, "no, wait. That was a genetic manipulation forced by a thermal hydrofused implosion"
"Doctor!" Rose shouted, exasperated with the childish Time Lord and his arrogant bullying.
Long seconds passed as they stared at each other, each refusing to back down or relent, until the Doctor, adamantly stated, "Nope." Popping the p for emphasis. "Not. Keeping. It." Argument ended, that was that.
"You wanted to keep Arthur."
A pained expression crossed his face.
"Totally different." He snarled. She dared, bring that subject up.
"Riiiiight."
"I'm *not* allowing that," he pointed an accusing finger at the tiny animal, "on my ship."
The Doctor yanked his finger back in the nick of time as teeth snapped close in the once occupied space. His voice raised an octave. "He BIT me!"
Rose pulled the miniature dog protectively to herself, glowering darkly. "You scared him."
Standing flabbergasted, for once no words coming from him, he watched helplessly, as she fussed over the tiny creature. With a loud, "Hmph!" The Doctor turned and stomped away, or at least as defiantly as rubber-soled shoes allowed him to, while keeping his dignity intact. +++fluffyfluffy+++
tbc
Pairing :Ten/Rose, Fluffy
Rating : Pg-13 swearing
Spoilers : Possibly through S2
Disclaimer : Only own them in my dreams and odd imaginations
Wonderful Beta :
commodoreschick ,
Challenge : Picture posted by
svanderslice, Fluffy Picture ,
Destroyer of the World
There. That sound. It was right--
Gone, again.
"AURGH!"
He hammered the controls with the rubber mallet, sparks flying in protest. "Where is it?" he half shouted at the bluish-green glowing core, in the center, which continued on rising and falling, ignoring his question.
Throwing the mallet down in disgust, he kicked at the console, the red converse not offering much protection from the strike. Yelping in pain, he held his injured foot in his hands, hopping erratically on the other foot while attempting to stay upright.
He didn't hear the other occupant enter, until the sound of stifled giggles carried across the room stopping his chicken dance. Feigning ignorance, he made a show of busily pulling on his laces, then set his foot down tentatively, brushing invisible dust off his trousers, and at last dared to look up into the face of his blond-haired companion.
"Roose! I was just tweaking some intricate calibrations on the Ol' Girl."
Reaching his hand out to lay an affectionate pat on his ship, he jerked back suddenly as a small shower of sparks ignited underneath. He winced, sticking the singed digits into his mouth, shooting a menacing glare at the renegade machine.
"What needed to be fixed this time?" Asked Rose, strolling over to the console, rubbing it fondly, a slight conspiratorial grin crossing her face, almost hidden from the Doctor's view.
So, that's how they wanted to play it, eh?
He sniffed. Nope, he wasn't bothered, not even in the eensy-wheensy, teeny-tiniest, littlest bit. Not him, sniff. After all, he was a timelord and timelords didn't pout when their telepathic, sentient-being ship doted on their companions and ignored him.
Warily circling the panels, busily trying to devise a way to placate the TARDIS, his hands lightly fingered the flaps on his pockets for lack of other things to keep them occupied. He sighed.
"Well, the repairs aren't anything normally-- normal." Inwardly flinching, at even what sounded to him as a lame excuse, he kept his eyes focused downwards.
"Normal?"
"Exactly. Not normal." Stressing the not, and nodding his head emphatically.
"So, bein' all technical, and complicated, kind of difficult to explain and such, a stupid ape like myself, wouldn't understand this, not normal?"
The Doctor beamed at her.
"Right."
She was an intelligent girl, smarter than most when it came right down to it. Not many would understand the multiplicity of the numerous, sensitive devices he was constantly patching together. He was almost giddy with delight at how easily she understood, obviously not realizing what he'd said, until he saw the cloud pass over her features.
Gulp.
"Um, er, uh, well, not exactly." He could feel himself beginning to melt under the heated Tyler stare. "What I meant to say was--"
That sound.
He dropped to all fours, cocking his head and listening intently.
There it was, again! A sharp, pronounced noise, ending too soon.
"Doctor."
"Shh shh shh." He hissed putting his finger to his lips, glowering at her.
She was taken aback at this sudden outburst, had he finally gone mad? "That noise."
Again, rudely interrupting her, the Doctor scrambled over the metal grating, pausing to listen every few seconds. "C'mon, c'mon." He pleaded in a low whisper, encouraging the elusive noise to commence again.
One ear was pressed flat to the the floor, so completely focused in his quest, he failed to perceive the warm breath on his ear.
"Doctor."
He almost screamed in fright. Instead, laying on the floor willing his other heart to resume beating, he gave Rose a venomous look she missed, as her eyes furtively scanned around the base of the console.
"Where is it?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't have spent the last two hours crawling around search--" Now she was shushing him.
Of all the-- who did she think she was? Coming in here, interrupting him and now, now being impertinent. He wasn't going to stand for this. It was his ship after all.
He got no further than opening his mouth, when she began whistling. Short, sharp whistles one normally reserved for calling a pet.
Afraid that his companion might be suffering an after-effect, of an unknown, mind-altering, substance from the planet they had recently visited, the Doctor nervously whispered. "Rose, what are you doing?" hoping not to antagonize her.
"I'm calling him, or her." Shrugging noncommittally, she thought for a moment. "Not sure really which, until I find it." Unexplained, sudden strange behaviour, he thought frantically back on the last few hours, trying to determine when she may have become infected.
Wait. Had he heard her correctly?
"It?"
As if explaining to a small child she answered. "Yeah, the dog. I'm. Calling. The. Dog."
"Dog?" The Doctor squeaked, eyes beginning to widen.
As Rose peered sideways at him, he felt the sudden urge to check for antennae sprouting from his head.
"There!" Pivoting and bounding a few sections over, she pried up the gridwork. Then ever so carefully, reached in, pulling out a miniature ball of fur, not much bigger than her hand. A mound of white, topped with a mop of dark hair hanging over tiny brown eyes and a black nose.
"Aren't you just adooor-a-bull." She crooned, the small dog shaking in delight, a pink tongue darting out, leaving a wet trail on the tip of her nose. Rose giggled.
The Doctor surveyed the room in the event more furballs were hiding in wait, ready to jump out. "How did *that* get in here?" He inquired, to no one in particular.
Rose playfully squeezed the furry animal. "Dunno, but he's cuuuute." The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna call you, Fluffy."
A snort earned the Doctor an angry glare from two sets of eyes.
Quickly adopting a stern demeanor, he scrutinized the viewscreen to avoid his companions look of annoyance. "Don't." He said flatly.
"Don't what?"
"Don't, give *it* a name. You're not keeping that, that Tribble. It'll be more trouble than it's worth." A familiar thought, space, the final frontier, niggled at the back of his mind, he pushed it aside. Then before Rose was able to protest, he continued on. "You have no idea what type of fleas, bacteria, parasites, germs, infections, diseases, virus, or any other malady that varmint may be a host or carrier for."
"It's *just* a dog!" She protested, holding the stowaway towards the Doctor.
"Absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt positive of that are we?" He leaned closer, a wild gleam in his eyes. "Have you ever seen a Tragolybe? Or witnessed Sktha when they morph, heard the screams of victims when the Karveel feed, or known what it's like to feel the breath of ," he shook his head puzzled, glancing down, contemplating a moment, "no, wait. That was a genetic manipulation forced by a thermal hydrofused implosion"
"Doctor!" Rose shouted, exasperated with the childish Time Lord and his arrogant bullying.
Long seconds passed as they stared at each other, each refusing to back down or relent, until the Doctor, adamantly stated, "Nope." Popping the p for emphasis. "Not. Keeping. It." Argument ended, that was that.
"You wanted to keep Arthur."
A pained expression crossed his face.
"Totally different." He snarled. She dared, bring that subject up.
"Riiiiight."
"I'm *not* allowing that," he pointed an accusing finger at the tiny animal, "on my ship."
The Doctor yanked his finger back in the nick of time as teeth snapped close in the once occupied space. His voice raised an octave. "He BIT me!"
Rose pulled the miniature dog protectively to herself, glowering darkly. "You scared him."
Standing flabbergasted, for once no words coming from him, he watched helplessly, as she fussed over the tiny creature. With a loud, "Hmph!" The Doctor turned and stomped away, or at least as defiantly as rubber-soled shoes allowed him to, while keeping his dignity intact. +++fluffyfluffy+++
tbc