Ten/Rose ficlet, OC, Rated G, No Spoilers
Many, many thanks to wendymr for BRing. :) Inspired by #31 of the August Pic Prompts.
Title: Last of the Time Lords
Author: christn7
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, OC
Summary: “Look at you,” he says. “The last of the Time Lords, wrapped up in a human shell.”
Last of the Time Lords
--
“Look at you,” he says, flopping down on the bed. “The last of the Time Lords, wrapped up in a human shell.”
Rose snorts, threading her fingers through his hair. “A shell, huh?”
“An oven?” His face twists. “Oh, an incubator!”
“Is that all I am? An incubator for the fruit of your loins?”
“Yep,” the Doctor says, “and I'm glad we got that sorted.”
He drops a kiss on her rounded belly as she laughs.
--
“Look at you,” he says, snatching up his son. “Last of the Time Lords, wearing a pink jumpsuit. Undignified, that is.”
“I think it’s cute,” Rose says.
“People will think he’s a girl!”
“What did you want me to do? He wet his clothes at mum’s and that was the only thing that would fit him.”
“Why did your mum have a pink jumpsuit?” he asks, making a face as the boy grabs his nose.
“Dunno,” she says, ducking out of the room quickly.
“I don’t trust your mum,” he whispers to the boy. “She just likes the colour pink.”
--
“Look at you,” he says, chasing the boy around a strut. “The last of the Time Lords, wearing an eye patch.”
“Arrg!” the boy cries, waving his plastic hook in his father’s face. “You’ll never rescue the fair maiden!”
“Never say never,” the Doctor says, throwing the boy over his shoulder as he squeals in delight.
--
“Look at you,” he says, trying to hide the pride in his voice. “Last of the Time Lords, wearing bloody lipstick.”
“Dad!” his son exclaims, flushing pink and wiping furiously at his mouth.
“This is your fault,” he says, turning to Rose. “All that pink as a baby.”
“You’ll give him a complex,” she says, walking over and brushing the boy’s hair from his forehead. “So,” she starts, leaning in, her voice a mock whisper. “How long until the wedding?”
“Mum!” The boy makes a face. “It was just a kiss,” he says and dashes back into the TARDIS.
--
“Look at you,” he says, circling his blinking son. “The last of the Time Lords and you’re ginger!”
--
“Look at you,” he says. “Last of the Time Lords, covered in tears.”
“Yeah,” the boy says, dropping his hand from his father’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” the Doctor says.
“So am I.”
Together, they watch his mother’s coffin being lowered into the ground.
--
“Look at you,” he says. “The last of the Time Lords, dressed in a skirt.”
“It’s not a skirt!”
“What would you call it then?” he asks, picking up one end.
His son slaps his hand. “It’s traditional for Margaret’s people.”
“It’s still a skirt.”
“Yeah,” the boy concedes, “I guess it is.”
--
“Look at you,” he says. “Last of the Time Lor-”
“Not any more,” the boy interrupts.
“She,” the Doctor says, pointing to the bundle in his son’s arms, “is a Lady.”
Title: Last of the Time Lords
Author: christn7
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, OC
Summary: “Look at you,” he says. “The last of the Time Lords, wrapped up in a human shell.”
Last of the Time Lords
--
“Look at you,” he says, flopping down on the bed. “The last of the Time Lords, wrapped up in a human shell.”
Rose snorts, threading her fingers through his hair. “A shell, huh?”
“An oven?” His face twists. “Oh, an incubator!”
“Is that all I am? An incubator for the fruit of your loins?”
“Yep,” the Doctor says, “and I'm glad we got that sorted.”
He drops a kiss on her rounded belly as she laughs.
--
“Look at you,” he says, snatching up his son. “Last of the Time Lords, wearing a pink jumpsuit. Undignified, that is.”
“I think it’s cute,” Rose says.
“People will think he’s a girl!”
“What did you want me to do? He wet his clothes at mum’s and that was the only thing that would fit him.”
“Why did your mum have a pink jumpsuit?” he asks, making a face as the boy grabs his nose.
“Dunno,” she says, ducking out of the room quickly.
“I don’t trust your mum,” he whispers to the boy. “She just likes the colour pink.”
--
“Look at you,” he says, chasing the boy around a strut. “The last of the Time Lords, wearing an eye patch.”
“Arrg!” the boy cries, waving his plastic hook in his father’s face. “You’ll never rescue the fair maiden!”
“Never say never,” the Doctor says, throwing the boy over his shoulder as he squeals in delight.
--
“Look at you,” he says, trying to hide the pride in his voice. “Last of the Time Lords, wearing bloody lipstick.”
“Dad!” his son exclaims, flushing pink and wiping furiously at his mouth.
“This is your fault,” he says, turning to Rose. “All that pink as a baby.”
“You’ll give him a complex,” she says, walking over and brushing the boy’s hair from his forehead. “So,” she starts, leaning in, her voice a mock whisper. “How long until the wedding?”
“Mum!” The boy makes a face. “It was just a kiss,” he says and dashes back into the TARDIS.
--
“Look at you,” he says, circling his blinking son. “The last of the Time Lords and you’re ginger!”
--
“Look at you,” he says. “Last of the Time Lords, covered in tears.”
“Yeah,” the boy says, dropping his hand from his father’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” the Doctor says.
“So am I.”
Together, they watch his mother’s coffin being lowered into the ground.
--
“Look at you,” he says. “The last of the Time Lords, dressed in a skirt.”
“It’s not a skirt!”
“What would you call it then?” he asks, picking up one end.
His son slaps his hand. “It’s traditional for Margaret’s people.”
“It’s still a skirt.”
“Yeah,” the boy concedes, “I guess it is.”
--
“Look at you,” he says. “Last of the Time Lor-”
“Not any more,” the boy interrupts.
“She,” the Doctor says, pointing to the bundle in his son’s arms, “is a Lady.”