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Ahoy! Ten/Rose, PG-13
“Sorry. Come again. His name’s what?”
A tall, skinny man glares at her as they cut their way through the dense jungle. With an irritated grumble he answers “Captain Jack.” 1,539 words.
Author's Note: Erm, plotless. Also, how common is naked!Rose in the Doctor's clothes? Because I feel guilty for writing it, like I'm stealing or something. (I am now having flashbacks to a very self-conscious author's note I made on a Twillight post way back. Oy vey. Sorry, I tend to panic a lot when writing fan fic. Tis odd.)
Ahoy!
“I’ll just be a minute, promise.” Rose’s voice is an exaggeration of the Doctor’s - all charm and charisma. “You won’t even know I’m gone, Rose. Really.”
She drops the imitation of his mad grin for a scowl. Kicking petulantly at the sand, she hisses “Liar.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she hastily makes her way toward the shade provided by swaying palm fronds. With a sigh she sinks onto the cooler sand, glares out at the endless spread of ocean and sky. On the horizon a small, fuzzy shadow appears. She watches it take shape as it draws closer to the island’s edge. A great ship materializes, its black flag waving an omen.
Rose rolls her eyes, grouses “Pirates. Of course.”
Men move hurriedly across the deck. A moment after the anchor is dropped a dinky wooden boat is lowered down the ship’s side. Four figures climb down a rope ladder, settle into the boat. Rose squints out at them as they row toward her.
“Ha-low!” The Doctor calls cheerily, hand waving enthusiastically over his head.
“Ahoy!” Rose answers back, irritation melting away as the waves wash the boat ashore. “You’re late.”
The Doctor stomps through the surf, the end of his trench coat soaking through, to come stand before Rose. His eyes widen at her state of undress.
“Oh,” he breathes, cheeks pinking. “You’re naked.”
“Yup.”
“Right,” the Doctor says, gaze darting up and down the beach. Behind him, three men come to a stop and leer at Rose. “How’d this...Er, where is your clothes, Rose?’
She gives a delicate shrug. “No clue. Off with whoever stole them and stranded me here, I suppose.”
The Doctor rubs the back of his neck, stare flicking briefly over Rose. “Yes. That makes sense.”
“Who’s this, then?” One on the men behind the Doctor asks, eyes raking appreciatively over Rose’s nude form sitting cross-legged beneath a palm tree. The Doctor shoots a glare over his shoulder as he slips his long coat off.
“No one you need to worry about.“
He crouches, draping the tan fabric over Rose’s body. She gives him a wide smile as he holds the coat closed over her naval. Her arms slip up through the sleeves, hands coming to rest over his.
“Thanks.”
-
The captain’s quarters are dimly lit, windows covered in a thick grime that allows little sun in. The Doctor is silhouetted in the grey light, back to Rose as she exchanges his coat for borrowed clothes. She slips hastily into ill fitting pants and a top so old it is nearly see-through.
“You can turn around,” Rose says as she rolls the sleeves back to just above her wrists.
The Doctor smiles wide when he sees her, laughs. “Oh, Rose. That pirate getup is rather fetching on you.”
She rolls her eyes, tugs self-consciously at the cinched waist of her pants. “Shut up.”
The Doctor bounds toward her, stops once he’s sufficiently invaded her personal space. He takes hold of the ruffled collar and fits it perfectly into place. “There we are.”
“What about you? No costume?”
“Nope,” the Doctor answers with a shake of his head and a wink. “Lucky for me my suit fits in everywhere.”
“Right,” Rose laughs, tongue curling around the word.
“Oi!” The Doctor narrows his eyes in a mock glare, finger pointed at Rose. “You watch it, Rose Tyler.”
She smiles, moves closer to the Doctor. Her heart pounds furiously in her chest as she asks, voice a little breathless, “Or what?”
His eyes go comically large. Before he has a chance to reply, the ship lurches violently. Rose tumbles into the Doctor, his hands going to her waist to steady her. Behind them, maps and various odds and ends fall off a large wooden table. Outside the door there are shouts from the ragged crew.
“Well,” the Doctor says, pulling back to look down at Rose. “That was unexpected. You alright?”
“Yeah. ’m fine . You?”
“Good.” He pauses, expression thoughtful. “Rose - ”
The door opens suddenly, a squat man standing in the entryway. “Doc, we’ve got somethin’ we need your opin - oh! I interruptin’ you two?”
The Doctor hastily releases Rose, takes a large step back. “No, not at all. Where’s this something, then?”
Rose watches him go, the short pirate trailing behind him. She sighs; gathering the Doctor’s coat in her arms she follows the duo onto the deck.
They’ve crashed onto a rocky shore.
-
“Sorry. Come again. His name’s what?”
A tall, skinny man glares at her as they cut their way through the dense jungle. With an irritated grumble he answers “Captain Jack.”
Rose laughs, the sound lost in the buzzing noise of the greenery surrounding them. “Ha! That’s - Oh, that’s just priceless. He would’ve loved that.” She finds the Doctor’s frame in front of her, where he is leading the ragtag group with his sonic in hand, and calls “You here that Doctor? Captain Jack!”
“I know!” he hollers back. “Brilliant, isn’t it?”
Beside her, the thin man scowls. “Don’t see what’s so funny ‘bout a name.”
Rose sobers some as she shoves hanging vines from her path. “It’s not the name. It’s…well, it’s a rather long story actually.”
The pirate narrows his eyes at her, sighs heavily. “I’ve got time.”
Just then the Doctor let’s out an excited whoop. “Found it!”
It’s a blur after that. Rose tries to keep straight the order of events, but it’s a difficult thing to do when being shot at with lasers by large humanoid crabs. Luckily, the Doctor is able to rig together some sort of neutralizing device using a compass and a bottle of rum. The pirates are of little help - as they spend much of the time loudly losing their heads and running every which way.
In the end though, they rescue Captain Jack. He is every bit the flirt and good looking bloke Rose’s own captain was. She takes to him instantly, much to the Doctor’s chagrin.
-
“Just a sip, love,” the Captain coaxes, holding out a glass decanter to Rose. They are seated on the beach, bodies warmed by a towering bonfire.
“No thanks, mate,” Rose answers. The Captain shrugs, tilts his head back to greedily gulp down the liquor.
Rose glances around, takes in the drunken crew celebrating in victory. A few members are singing a sea shanty off key, arms slung over shoulders in a show of camaraderie. Two men, who’ve had too much to drink, are sleeping in the warm glow of the flames. Their chests rise and fall in even puffs, the odd snore coming forth every now and then. Nowhere in the revelry is the Doctor to be found.
“Where’re you going?” The Captain asks as Rose rises to her feet.
She brushes sand away from her pants. “Got to find the Doctor.”
There’s a flash of disappointment in Captain Jack’s expression, but it is quickly replaced by amusement. He gives a lazy wave of his hand. “Go find that man of yours. Tell ‘im to stop wallowing.”
Rose gives him a teasing salute. “Aye-aye, Captain.”
His laughter follows her away from the light of the fire. She shivers as the breeze coming in from the ocean surrounds her, hugs her arms around her body to warm herself. Her steps are slow and heavy along the wet beach.
She spots the Doctor down where the island curves in on itself. He is seated atop a massive boulder, gaze looking up at the stars. He turns when he hears her approaching, offers a small upturn of mouth.
“Join me?”
Rose makes quick work of clambering up beside him, her hand finding his on its own accord once she’s settled. He gives her fingers a gentle squeeze.
“You alright?” Rose asks.
“I’m fine,” the Doctor responds.
Rose frowns. “Liar,” she says. Her free hand rises, forefinger running softly over his wrinkled brow. The lines deepen under her touch. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
The Doctor sighs. “Just thinking about how old I am. It’s exhausting, living so long.”
Unsure how to respond, Rose merely tightens her hold on his hand. He laughs at that, pulls her close. She falls easily into the hug, face pressed close to his neck.
“Doctor?”
“Hm?”
Rose takes a deep breath, gathers her courage, and says quietly “I’d like very much to kiss you now.”
She feels him stiffen in her arms, but his hold on her is as solid as it was before her confession. She tells herself this is a good sign. When he pulls back to watch her his eyes are dark and full of something Rose can’t quite make out.
“Oh, Rose.” Her name comes out on an exhale, spoken as gently as a lover’s caress.
She might as well be drunk, her head is so light. It is made even more so when the Doctor’s hands come up to hold her. His palms are cool on her cheeks, but she doesn’t mind so much. He studies her a moment, and Rose finds it hard to breathe under his gaze. Her heart firmly clenched in her ribcage, Rose closes the distance between them.
The Doctor meets her halfway.
“Sorry. Come again. His name’s what?”
A tall, skinny man glares at her as they cut their way through the dense jungle. With an irritated grumble he answers “Captain Jack.” 1,539 words.
Author's Note: Erm, plotless. Also, how common is naked!Rose in the Doctor's clothes? Because I feel guilty for writing it, like I'm stealing or something. (I am now having flashbacks to a very self-conscious author's note I made on a Twillight post way back. Oy vey. Sorry, I tend to panic a lot when writing fan fic. Tis odd.)
Ahoy!
“I’ll just be a minute, promise.” Rose’s voice is an exaggeration of the Doctor’s - all charm and charisma. “You won’t even know I’m gone, Rose. Really.”
She drops the imitation of his mad grin for a scowl. Kicking petulantly at the sand, she hisses “Liar.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she hastily makes her way toward the shade provided by swaying palm fronds. With a sigh she sinks onto the cooler sand, glares out at the endless spread of ocean and sky. On the horizon a small, fuzzy shadow appears. She watches it take shape as it draws closer to the island’s edge. A great ship materializes, its black flag waving an omen.
Rose rolls her eyes, grouses “Pirates. Of course.”
Men move hurriedly across the deck. A moment after the anchor is dropped a dinky wooden boat is lowered down the ship’s side. Four figures climb down a rope ladder, settle into the boat. Rose squints out at them as they row toward her.
“Ha-low!” The Doctor calls cheerily, hand waving enthusiastically over his head.
“Ahoy!” Rose answers back, irritation melting away as the waves wash the boat ashore. “You’re late.”
The Doctor stomps through the surf, the end of his trench coat soaking through, to come stand before Rose. His eyes widen at her state of undress.
“Oh,” he breathes, cheeks pinking. “You’re naked.”
“Yup.”
“Right,” the Doctor says, gaze darting up and down the beach. Behind him, three men come to a stop and leer at Rose. “How’d this...Er, where is your clothes, Rose?’
She gives a delicate shrug. “No clue. Off with whoever stole them and stranded me here, I suppose.”
The Doctor rubs the back of his neck, stare flicking briefly over Rose. “Yes. That makes sense.”
“Who’s this, then?” One on the men behind the Doctor asks, eyes raking appreciatively over Rose’s nude form sitting cross-legged beneath a palm tree. The Doctor shoots a glare over his shoulder as he slips his long coat off.
“No one you need to worry about.“
He crouches, draping the tan fabric over Rose’s body. She gives him a wide smile as he holds the coat closed over her naval. Her arms slip up through the sleeves, hands coming to rest over his.
“Thanks.”
-
The captain’s quarters are dimly lit, windows covered in a thick grime that allows little sun in. The Doctor is silhouetted in the grey light, back to Rose as she exchanges his coat for borrowed clothes. She slips hastily into ill fitting pants and a top so old it is nearly see-through.
“You can turn around,” Rose says as she rolls the sleeves back to just above her wrists.
The Doctor smiles wide when he sees her, laughs. “Oh, Rose. That pirate getup is rather fetching on you.”
She rolls her eyes, tugs self-consciously at the cinched waist of her pants. “Shut up.”
The Doctor bounds toward her, stops once he’s sufficiently invaded her personal space. He takes hold of the ruffled collar and fits it perfectly into place. “There we are.”
“What about you? No costume?”
“Nope,” the Doctor answers with a shake of his head and a wink. “Lucky for me my suit fits in everywhere.”
“Right,” Rose laughs, tongue curling around the word.
“Oi!” The Doctor narrows his eyes in a mock glare, finger pointed at Rose. “You watch it, Rose Tyler.”
She smiles, moves closer to the Doctor. Her heart pounds furiously in her chest as she asks, voice a little breathless, “Or what?”
His eyes go comically large. Before he has a chance to reply, the ship lurches violently. Rose tumbles into the Doctor, his hands going to her waist to steady her. Behind them, maps and various odds and ends fall off a large wooden table. Outside the door there are shouts from the ragged crew.
“Well,” the Doctor says, pulling back to look down at Rose. “That was unexpected. You alright?”
“Yeah. ’m fine . You?”
“Good.” He pauses, expression thoughtful. “Rose - ”
The door opens suddenly, a squat man standing in the entryway. “Doc, we’ve got somethin’ we need your opin - oh! I interruptin’ you two?”
The Doctor hastily releases Rose, takes a large step back. “No, not at all. Where’s this something, then?”
Rose watches him go, the short pirate trailing behind him. She sighs; gathering the Doctor’s coat in her arms she follows the duo onto the deck.
They’ve crashed onto a rocky shore.
-
“Sorry. Come again. His name’s what?”
A tall, skinny man glares at her as they cut their way through the dense jungle. With an irritated grumble he answers “Captain Jack.”
Rose laughs, the sound lost in the buzzing noise of the greenery surrounding them. “Ha! That’s - Oh, that’s just priceless. He would’ve loved that.” She finds the Doctor’s frame in front of her, where he is leading the ragtag group with his sonic in hand, and calls “You here that Doctor? Captain Jack!”
“I know!” he hollers back. “Brilliant, isn’t it?”
Beside her, the thin man scowls. “Don’t see what’s so funny ‘bout a name.”
Rose sobers some as she shoves hanging vines from her path. “It’s not the name. It’s…well, it’s a rather long story actually.”
The pirate narrows his eyes at her, sighs heavily. “I’ve got time.”
Just then the Doctor let’s out an excited whoop. “Found it!”
It’s a blur after that. Rose tries to keep straight the order of events, but it’s a difficult thing to do when being shot at with lasers by large humanoid crabs. Luckily, the Doctor is able to rig together some sort of neutralizing device using a compass and a bottle of rum. The pirates are of little help - as they spend much of the time loudly losing their heads and running every which way.
In the end though, they rescue Captain Jack. He is every bit the flirt and good looking bloke Rose’s own captain was. She takes to him instantly, much to the Doctor’s chagrin.
-
“Just a sip, love,” the Captain coaxes, holding out a glass decanter to Rose. They are seated on the beach, bodies warmed by a towering bonfire.
“No thanks, mate,” Rose answers. The Captain shrugs, tilts his head back to greedily gulp down the liquor.
Rose glances around, takes in the drunken crew celebrating in victory. A few members are singing a sea shanty off key, arms slung over shoulders in a show of camaraderie. Two men, who’ve had too much to drink, are sleeping in the warm glow of the flames. Their chests rise and fall in even puffs, the odd snore coming forth every now and then. Nowhere in the revelry is the Doctor to be found.
“Where’re you going?” The Captain asks as Rose rises to her feet.
She brushes sand away from her pants. “Got to find the Doctor.”
There’s a flash of disappointment in Captain Jack’s expression, but it is quickly replaced by amusement. He gives a lazy wave of his hand. “Go find that man of yours. Tell ‘im to stop wallowing.”
Rose gives him a teasing salute. “Aye-aye, Captain.”
His laughter follows her away from the light of the fire. She shivers as the breeze coming in from the ocean surrounds her, hugs her arms around her body to warm herself. Her steps are slow and heavy along the wet beach.
She spots the Doctor down where the island curves in on itself. He is seated atop a massive boulder, gaze looking up at the stars. He turns when he hears her approaching, offers a small upturn of mouth.
“Join me?”
Rose makes quick work of clambering up beside him, her hand finding his on its own accord once she’s settled. He gives her fingers a gentle squeeze.
“You alright?” Rose asks.
“I’m fine,” the Doctor responds.
Rose frowns. “Liar,” she says. Her free hand rises, forefinger running softly over his wrinkled brow. The lines deepen under her touch. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
The Doctor sighs. “Just thinking about how old I am. It’s exhausting, living so long.”
Unsure how to respond, Rose merely tightens her hold on his hand. He laughs at that, pulls her close. She falls easily into the hug, face pressed close to his neck.
“Doctor?”
“Hm?”
Rose takes a deep breath, gathers her courage, and says quietly “I’d like very much to kiss you now.”
She feels him stiffen in her arms, but his hold on her is as solid as it was before her confession. She tells herself this is a good sign. When he pulls back to watch her his eyes are dark and full of something Rose can’t quite make out.
“Oh, Rose.” Her name comes out on an exhale, spoken as gently as a lover’s caress.
She might as well be drunk, her head is so light. It is made even more so when the Doctor’s hands come up to hold her. His palms are cool on her cheeks, but she doesn’t mind so much. He studies her a moment, and Rose finds it hard to breathe under his gaze. Her heart firmly clenched in her ribcage, Rose closes the distance between them.
The Doctor meets her halfway.