Doctor Who Fic: Bloody Domestic, If You Ask Me
Title: Bloody Domestic, If You Ask Me
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Father's Day
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; my friend does. But she lets me borrow him sometimes and that's enough for me.
Summary: Sequel to A Rather Cheeky Proposition. The Doctor ponders how to show Rose how he feels, without it getting too domestic, of course.
Notes: I am unabashedly proud of this one, as it wrote it self and feels extremely complete, in IMHO.
It had been several whirlwind weeks since Rose's outlandish proposal in the pub, and the Doctor had never been happier. His Rose (even in his own head it sounded fantastic, his Rose) had shocked him completely speechless with her original, cheeky proposition, which had then led to her second, even cheekier one-that they christen every room in the Tardis. Which had led to the fulfillment of the Doctor's most cherished and long-held fantasy (doing it in the console room), before they'd finally decided there were just too many rooms, but it had been interesting while it lasted.
But it was more than the fantastic shagging that had the Doctor in such a good mood. It just felt so right that he and Rose had taken this step, changing the dynamics between them, though it was amazing how much really hadn't changed at all. They still visited far off worlds and forgotten times, still ended up fighting some alien threat or running for their lives, and then going somewhere for chips afterwards.
Except now in the mornings he woke up to blond hair tickling his chin, and soft arms wrapped around him, and when they faced death and it looked like they really weren't going to get out of this one, they would grab each other for a fiery last kiss before they started running. Then after they'd eaten their chips they'd head back to the Tardis for what the Doctor liked to think of as let's-celebrate-the-fact-we-didn't-die-shagging.
All in all, everything was rather lovely. But the Doctor had begun to worry that it wasn't enough. He wanted to make sure Rose knew how much she meant to him. Not that he wanted some bloody domestic “where do we stand in this relationship”discussion or anything like that. He just thought she deserved assurance of some sort that he wasn't going anywhere.
As great as the last several weeks had been for them, there were times when Rose seemed a bit off. She was just a little more hesitant now whenever they went places, he never caught her wandering off anymore (not that he was complaining there), and she'd taken to fiddling with the Tardis key that hung around her neck whenever she was nervous.
It occurred to him that maybe the mistakes she'd made in 1987 were weighing heavily on her mind, and he didn't like it. He didn't like the idea that she was scared to make a wrong move, lest he leave her behind. He wouldn't do that to her, not in a million years. Now he just had to make sure she knew that.
Without it getting too bloody domestic.
He had woken early, and set a new course for the Tardis. He'd decided to surprise her with a visit to the Aurora Galaxy, where they could watch the ever constant flow of dying and reborn stars safely from the Aurora Starship Hotel. And after a night of dinner and dancing, he would present her with the small box that had been burning a whole in his jacket the last two days.
If he ever managed to get her out of their bloody bedroom, where they were both currently staring at a small white stick on the nightstand.
“So?” His eyebrows raised.
Rose shook her head. “Still can't tell. I wonder if I did it wrong?”
“Knowing you, probably,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Ow! Was only kidding.” He rubbed his arm vigorously.
Rose rolled her eyes. “Baby.” She flopped down on the bed beside him.
“Seriously, though love, how many different ways are there to pee on a stick? You're just being impatient.”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I don't mean to be a pessimist, but I don't think I am. I'm think I'm feeling a bit of PMS comin' on, actually.” She shrugged. “Oh well, next month then.”
“Rose, you know we don't have to do this.”
“You sayin' you don't want me to be the mother of your children?”
The Doctor knew a trap when he saw one and held up his hands hastily in surrender. “Of course not, I just don't want you to feel like you have to rush into it, is all.” He rolled over onto his side, to pull her in close to him, only to find Rose in tears. “Oh, Rose, honestly, don't take it that way love, I didn't mean it...” he trailed off as she continued to sob, now apparently inconsolable. He sighed heavily, and reached for the small box in his pocket. At least he had the mother of all get out of jail free cards...
“Rose, I've got a surprise for you, but you can't have it unless you stop crying.” He hated to resort to outright bribery, and this wasn't exactly the romantic moment he'd had planned out, but when had any of their plans actually went the way they were supposed to?
She finally quieted down to the occasional sniffle, and wiped her eyes on her shirt sleeve. “Alright, you can give it to me now.” She gave him her full attention, and he could tell from her expression that she couldn't decide whether to be annoyed at him for telling her to stop crying or excited at the prospect of a present.
Bloody fantastic. Now he'd forgotten what he was going to say. Perfect.
“Here.” He handed her the box. “I was going to give it to you over dinner at this fantastic restaurant at the edge of the galaxy, but it seems like you need it now, so, just open it already.”
She did open it, and promptly gasped. “Doctor, it's beautiful!” She put it on and gazed at it admiringly. “I've never seen anything like it.”
He grinned.”The Tardis gave it to me.”
She looked up. “It did not!”
“No, it's true. I just wanted a spare nut or gasket I could have polished and shaped into a ring over on Jupiter Five, but instead I got this. That's a either a tiny piece of the Time Vortex, or a very small galaxy, glowing in the middle there. Not really sure which”
Rose stared open mouthed. “You mean like in Men in Black? I thought that was made up?”
The Doctor scoffed. “Where do you think humans get this stuff? Most of the things in those movies are real, you can't make up rubbish like that. Nope, that is a real honest to goodness galaxy nestled in Tardis wires and bits of things I don't even know what they are.”
Rose hugged him fiercely, the tears returning, although for a very different reason. “I love it. Thank you. You didn't have to you know.”
“I know. It's just, well this whole kid thing was your idea, and it's a fine idea, but I just wanted you to know that we were more than flat mates trying to have a baby, or friends with benefits, or whatever you humans call it. You deserve more than that Rose, you deserve a real...commitment. I love you, Rose Tyler, and I want you to be my wife.” He slapped his forehead. “Oh God, if it gets any more bloody domestic in here we'll be on the next episode of The Zkreqweeth Soap Chronicles.”
Rose laughed. “Oh it's not as bad as that, Doctor, at least you know I'm not a Trushwinian in disguise who's only marring you so I can cut off you head to feed to my previous boyfriend who's become a vampire and---”
It was then that the Doctor decided to employ a technique he had perfected over the last few weeks, to silence Rose. He kissed her. It worked every time. And was pretty enjoyable for the Doctor, if it comes to that.
When they finally had to come up for air, Rose went back to admiring her ring. As she did she suddenly got a very wicked look.
The Doctor had a feeling he should either be very afraid or very excited.
“You know, Doctor,” Rose said playfully as she twisted her ring around her finger, “I've always sort of had a thing for the MIB look, all black and flash, with the tie and the sunglasses....” She trailed off hopefully.
The Doctor looked affronted. “No way.”
“Please?”
“No!”
20 minutes later...
A very put upon looking Doctor strode into the room, dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses (which were completely unnecessary inside the Tardis, not that she'd listened to him).
“Sorry miss, I'm agent Smith, I'm here to investigate a possible alien invasion.” He said as he flashed his slightly psychic paper, sounding very aggrieved.
“Oh dear,” giggled Rose, “Am I in any danger?”
“I'm afraid so, you see, these aliens we're looking for are very small, and could be hiding anywhere. I'll have to conduct a thorough search for them.”
“Really? How thorough?” Rose asked as she pulled him towards her by his tie.
“Very.” The doctor said, and tossed the glasses away.
It was a long while before either of them remembered the little white stick on the nightstand.
A/N: I wasn't sure how far to take the whole "the Tardis is alive" shtick, but its served my purposes, so hopefully its believable. Any feedback regarding that is welcome. And hopefully my shameless MIB references didn't annoy anyone, they tickled me immensely. And there was a vague reference to Hitchhiker's in there as well.
EDIT: Also, I'm sure the Doctor could probably poke Rose with a highly advanced alien medical thingie and be able to tell instantly if she was pregnant or not. I am aware of that. But the idea for this whole flufffest came from a scene that came to me in the middle of the night, in which they Rose was trying to take a pregnancy test and was frustrated, and I just had this very clear image of him saying "You're doing it wrong" in that fabulous accent of his. So, yeah, just in case you were wondering....there you go.
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Father's Day
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; my friend does. But she lets me borrow him sometimes and that's enough for me.
Summary: Sequel to A Rather Cheeky Proposition. The Doctor ponders how to show Rose how he feels, without it getting too domestic, of course.
Notes: I am unabashedly proud of this one, as it wrote it self and feels extremely complete, in IMHO.
It had been several whirlwind weeks since Rose's outlandish proposal in the pub, and the Doctor had never been happier. His Rose (even in his own head it sounded fantastic, his Rose) had shocked him completely speechless with her original, cheeky proposition, which had then led to her second, even cheekier one-that they christen every room in the Tardis. Which had led to the fulfillment of the Doctor's most cherished and long-held fantasy (doing it in the console room), before they'd finally decided there were just too many rooms, but it had been interesting while it lasted.
But it was more than the fantastic shagging that had the Doctor in such a good mood. It just felt so right that he and Rose had taken this step, changing the dynamics between them, though it was amazing how much really hadn't changed at all. They still visited far off worlds and forgotten times, still ended up fighting some alien threat or running for their lives, and then going somewhere for chips afterwards.
Except now in the mornings he woke up to blond hair tickling his chin, and soft arms wrapped around him, and when they faced death and it looked like they really weren't going to get out of this one, they would grab each other for a fiery last kiss before they started running. Then after they'd eaten their chips they'd head back to the Tardis for what the Doctor liked to think of as let's-celebrate-the-fact-we-didn't-die-shagging.
All in all, everything was rather lovely. But the Doctor had begun to worry that it wasn't enough. He wanted to make sure Rose knew how much she meant to him. Not that he wanted some bloody domestic “where do we stand in this relationship”discussion or anything like that. He just thought she deserved assurance of some sort that he wasn't going anywhere.
As great as the last several weeks had been for them, there were times when Rose seemed a bit off. She was just a little more hesitant now whenever they went places, he never caught her wandering off anymore (not that he was complaining there), and she'd taken to fiddling with the Tardis key that hung around her neck whenever she was nervous.
It occurred to him that maybe the mistakes she'd made in 1987 were weighing heavily on her mind, and he didn't like it. He didn't like the idea that she was scared to make a wrong move, lest he leave her behind. He wouldn't do that to her, not in a million years. Now he just had to make sure she knew that.
Without it getting too bloody domestic.
He had woken early, and set a new course for the Tardis. He'd decided to surprise her with a visit to the Aurora Galaxy, where they could watch the ever constant flow of dying and reborn stars safely from the Aurora Starship Hotel. And after a night of dinner and dancing, he would present her with the small box that had been burning a whole in his jacket the last two days.
If he ever managed to get her out of their bloody bedroom, where they were both currently staring at a small white stick on the nightstand.
“So?” His eyebrows raised.
Rose shook her head. “Still can't tell. I wonder if I did it wrong?”
“Knowing you, probably,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Ow! Was only kidding.” He rubbed his arm vigorously.
Rose rolled her eyes. “Baby.” She flopped down on the bed beside him.
“Seriously, though love, how many different ways are there to pee on a stick? You're just being impatient.”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I don't mean to be a pessimist, but I don't think I am. I'm think I'm feeling a bit of PMS comin' on, actually.” She shrugged. “Oh well, next month then.”
“Rose, you know we don't have to do this.”
“You sayin' you don't want me to be the mother of your children?”
The Doctor knew a trap when he saw one and held up his hands hastily in surrender. “Of course not, I just don't want you to feel like you have to rush into it, is all.” He rolled over onto his side, to pull her in close to him, only to find Rose in tears. “Oh, Rose, honestly, don't take it that way love, I didn't mean it...” he trailed off as she continued to sob, now apparently inconsolable. He sighed heavily, and reached for the small box in his pocket. At least he had the mother of all get out of jail free cards...
“Rose, I've got a surprise for you, but you can't have it unless you stop crying.” He hated to resort to outright bribery, and this wasn't exactly the romantic moment he'd had planned out, but when had any of their plans actually went the way they were supposed to?
She finally quieted down to the occasional sniffle, and wiped her eyes on her shirt sleeve. “Alright, you can give it to me now.” She gave him her full attention, and he could tell from her expression that she couldn't decide whether to be annoyed at him for telling her to stop crying or excited at the prospect of a present.
Bloody fantastic. Now he'd forgotten what he was going to say. Perfect.
“Here.” He handed her the box. “I was going to give it to you over dinner at this fantastic restaurant at the edge of the galaxy, but it seems like you need it now, so, just open it already.”
She did open it, and promptly gasped. “Doctor, it's beautiful!” She put it on and gazed at it admiringly. “I've never seen anything like it.”
He grinned.”The Tardis gave it to me.”
She looked up. “It did not!”
“No, it's true. I just wanted a spare nut or gasket I could have polished and shaped into a ring over on Jupiter Five, but instead I got this. That's a either a tiny piece of the Time Vortex, or a very small galaxy, glowing in the middle there. Not really sure which”
Rose stared open mouthed. “You mean like in Men in Black? I thought that was made up?”
The Doctor scoffed. “Where do you think humans get this stuff? Most of the things in those movies are real, you can't make up rubbish like that. Nope, that is a real honest to goodness galaxy nestled in Tardis wires and bits of things I don't even know what they are.”
Rose hugged him fiercely, the tears returning, although for a very different reason. “I love it. Thank you. You didn't have to you know.”
“I know. It's just, well this whole kid thing was your idea, and it's a fine idea, but I just wanted you to know that we were more than flat mates trying to have a baby, or friends with benefits, or whatever you humans call it. You deserve more than that Rose, you deserve a real...commitment. I love you, Rose Tyler, and I want you to be my wife.” He slapped his forehead. “Oh God, if it gets any more bloody domestic in here we'll be on the next episode of The Zkreqweeth Soap Chronicles.”
Rose laughed. “Oh it's not as bad as that, Doctor, at least you know I'm not a Trushwinian in disguise who's only marring you so I can cut off you head to feed to my previous boyfriend who's become a vampire and---”
It was then that the Doctor decided to employ a technique he had perfected over the last few weeks, to silence Rose. He kissed her. It worked every time. And was pretty enjoyable for the Doctor, if it comes to that.
When they finally had to come up for air, Rose went back to admiring her ring. As she did she suddenly got a very wicked look.
The Doctor had a feeling he should either be very afraid or very excited.
“You know, Doctor,” Rose said playfully as she twisted her ring around her finger, “I've always sort of had a thing for the MIB look, all black and flash, with the tie and the sunglasses....” She trailed off hopefully.
The Doctor looked affronted. “No way.”
“Please?”
“No!”
20 minutes later...
A very put upon looking Doctor strode into the room, dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses (which were completely unnecessary inside the Tardis, not that she'd listened to him).
“Sorry miss, I'm agent Smith, I'm here to investigate a possible alien invasion.” He said as he flashed his slightly psychic paper, sounding very aggrieved.
“Oh dear,” giggled Rose, “Am I in any danger?”
“I'm afraid so, you see, these aliens we're looking for are very small, and could be hiding anywhere. I'll have to conduct a thorough search for them.”
“Really? How thorough?” Rose asked as she pulled him towards her by his tie.
“Very.” The doctor said, and tossed the glasses away.
It was a long while before either of them remembered the little white stick on the nightstand.
A/N: I wasn't sure how far to take the whole "the Tardis is alive" shtick, but its served my purposes, so hopefully its believable. Any feedback regarding that is welcome. And hopefully my shameless MIB references didn't annoy anyone, they tickled me immensely. And there was a vague reference to Hitchhiker's in there as well.
EDIT: Also, I'm sure the Doctor could probably poke Rose with a highly advanced alien medical thingie and be able to tell instantly if she was pregnant or not. I am aware of that. But the idea for this whole flufffest came from a scene that came to me in the middle of the night, in which they Rose was trying to take a pregnancy test and was frustrated, and I just had this very clear image of him saying "You're doing it wrong" in that fabulous accent of his. So, yeah, just in case you were wondering....there you go.