Nine/Ten/Rose, G, No Spoilers
Title: Of Coats and Cuddles
Author: christn7
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Nine/Rose
Spoilers: None
Author's notes: Nine/Ten/Rose crack for millylicious. Not BR'd, not cross-posted. :)
Summary: The Doctor tries to dislodge his counterpart’s hands - he’s ruining his bloody coat, the nerve of him! - but the grip is stronger than he’d ever have given himself credit for.
--
Of Coats and Cuddles
--
“What the ‘ell do you mean, ‘she’s gone’?” the other man asks, fists gripping his lapels.
The Doctor tries to dislodge his counterpart’s hands - he’s ruining his bloody coat, the nerve of him! - but the grip is stronger than he’d ever have given himself credit for.
“She’s just gone,” he says again, wondering what has the other man twisted in such a knot. She was gone all the time, back when he was him! Off visiting her mother this time, and it’s not like he used to visit with her.
The hands in his coat tighten and he’s pressed harder against the side of his TARDIS.
“You’re ruining my coat,” he informs his younger self haughtily.
“Your coat,” he scoffs, letting him go all of a sudden. “You’re worried about your bloody coat?”
“I love this coat,” he says, feeling defensive. “You will too one day.
“What?” he asks, unnerved by the younger man's glare.
“You’re more worried about your coat than the fact that you. lost. Rose.”
“I didn’t lose her, I know exactly where she is. Well, sort of. I know the general vicinity, at least. Still has a tendency to wander off, our Rose, but I know where I left her.”
The information doesn’t seem to calm his previous incarnation down in the least and he almost slips in the wet grass as he stumbles backwards until he’s flush against the side of the TARDIS. He doesn’t remember being the violent type last go around, but time being in flux as it is...
Was he always so big?
And the looming! Honestly, he doesn’t remember looming so much. It's ridiculous, he isn’t even that much taller.
“You mean you left her?”
He stills. “A bit much, her mother,” he says. “And I did go to Christmas dinner after all. Must buy me some grace, that.”
“What?” his younger self says, frowning.
“Jackie,” he says. “She hasn’t slapped me in a while, but it’s still a tad awkward. Not to mention it’s all a bit domestic, hanging about with the in-laws. Not that we’re, you know, like that. Me and Rose, I mean. Well... not that Jackie knows.”
His counterpart’s shoulders slump. “So she’s... fine?”
“Fine as can be.”
“And she’s visiting her mother?”
“Of course, poor thing.”
He watches the other man’s expression twist into a grin, his whole face lighting up. “Good then.”
He’s about to make a comment when his thoughts are interrupted by the object of his-and-his-other-(coat-ruffling)-self’s-desires. “Doctor?”
“Rose!” He spins around and tries to ignore the fact that his grin rivals his counterpart’s.
She’s not looking at him, though, her eyes drawn to his other self.
She launches herself at him - the leather-clad him - and he swoops her into his arms.
The Doctor sighs, tapping Rose on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” he says, holding out his arms expectantly as she turns to face him.
He expects some sort of chagrin - after all, she’s his companion now - but she just grins, grabs him by the lapel and pulls him towards her.
Oh well, he thinks, wrapping an arm around each of them, it’s not what he expected, but it’ll do.
Author: christn7
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Nine/Rose
Spoilers: None
Author's notes: Nine/Ten/Rose crack for millylicious. Not BR'd, not cross-posted. :)
Summary: The Doctor tries to dislodge his counterpart’s hands - he’s ruining his bloody coat, the nerve of him! - but the grip is stronger than he’d ever have given himself credit for.
--
Of Coats and Cuddles
--
“What the ‘ell do you mean, ‘she’s gone’?” the other man asks, fists gripping his lapels.
The Doctor tries to dislodge his counterpart’s hands - he’s ruining his bloody coat, the nerve of him! - but the grip is stronger than he’d ever have given himself credit for.
“She’s just gone,” he says again, wondering what has the other man twisted in such a knot. She was gone all the time, back when he was him! Off visiting her mother this time, and it’s not like he used to visit with her.
The hands in his coat tighten and he’s pressed harder against the side of his TARDIS.
“You’re ruining my coat,” he informs his younger self haughtily.
“Your coat,” he scoffs, letting him go all of a sudden. “You’re worried about your bloody coat?”
“I love this coat,” he says, feeling defensive. “You will too one day.
“What?” he asks, unnerved by the younger man's glare.
“You’re more worried about your coat than the fact that you. lost. Rose.”
“I didn’t lose her, I know exactly where she is. Well, sort of. I know the general vicinity, at least. Still has a tendency to wander off, our Rose, but I know where I left her.”
The information doesn’t seem to calm his previous incarnation down in the least and he almost slips in the wet grass as he stumbles backwards until he’s flush against the side of the TARDIS. He doesn’t remember being the violent type last go around, but time being in flux as it is...
Was he always so big?
And the looming! Honestly, he doesn’t remember looming so much. It's ridiculous, he isn’t even that much taller.
“You mean you left her?”
He stills. “A bit much, her mother,” he says. “And I did go to Christmas dinner after all. Must buy me some grace, that.”
“What?” his younger self says, frowning.
“Jackie,” he says. “She hasn’t slapped me in a while, but it’s still a tad awkward. Not to mention it’s all a bit domestic, hanging about with the in-laws. Not that we’re, you know, like that. Me and Rose, I mean. Well... not that Jackie knows.”
His counterpart’s shoulders slump. “So she’s... fine?”
“Fine as can be.”
“And she’s visiting her mother?”
“Of course, poor thing.”
He watches the other man’s expression twist into a grin, his whole face lighting up. “Good then.”
He’s about to make a comment when his thoughts are interrupted by the object of his-and-his-other-(coat-ruffling)-self’s-desires. “Doctor?”
“Rose!” He spins around and tries to ignore the fact that his grin rivals his counterpart’s.
She’s not looking at him, though, her eyes drawn to his other self.
She launches herself at him - the leather-clad him - and he swoops her into his arms.
The Doctor sighs, tapping Rose on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” he says, holding out his arms expectantly as she turns to face him.
He expects some sort of chagrin - after all, she’s his companion now - but she just grins, grabs him by the lapel and pulls him towards her.
Oh well, he thinks, wrapping an arm around each of them, it’s not what he expected, but it’ll do.