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Treehouse of Doomishness, Ten/Rose, PG-13
Rose frowned as she knew what that sentence really meant. She didn’t spend nearly day in and day out with this alien in his time traveling ship and not learn how to decipher the Doctor’s words and tones. She knew his tells and made a mental note to get it out of him later., 1,599
(A/N: Most definitely AU from Doomsday and includes tiny references to Series 3 and 4.)
“Keep moving!” The Doctor shouted from behind Rose.
She wanted to turn around and smack him for giving such an obvious instruction, but she decided against it since that would waste precious seconds they needed to get away from their pursuer.
Or pursuers. It really depended on how you looked at it.
And why did there have to be so many stairs? If Rose Tyler hadn’t been Rose Tyler she would have just stopped at the bottom and told the Doctor there was no way in the world she was moving another inch.
“Door!” The Doctor yelled.
“I’m not going to hit it!” Rose returned. “My sense of direction isn’t as lousy as someone who is very near and dear to me.”
“No. I meant go through it!”
“Oh,” Rose murmured. She veered to her left towards the door then twisted the knob tightly in her hand and ran inside.
The Doctor ran in after her, slamming the door as he went before collapsing onto the bed in the otherwise other sparsely decorated room. His chest heaved as he caught his breath while staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to Rose attempt to catch her own breath.
“A bed?” Rose questioned.
“It is a treehouse,” the Doctor pointed out. “In the most simplest definition of the word though.” He hissed in pain as his body quickly reminded him of the injuries on his back. The adrenaline and his natural healing abilities had managed to cover it during his and Rose’s run, but now that he was at rest he definitely felt it again.
“Rose.”
“Yes, Doctor?” She came into his line of sight with a worried expression on her face.
He gritted his teeth as he sat up and began to take off his trenchcoat. Rose watched him, then furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Doctor, why are you getting undressed? I’m not having sex with you when any second…”
“I’m not getting undressed so we can have sex,” the Doctor interjected in annoyance. “What is it you humans always say? Oh, yes, I’ve got a headache. I’ve a headache, Rose. No sex for me. I’m just going to sit here and let my body fix itself up.”
“What?”
“I’m not in the mood for sex,” the Doctor repeated. “Which in itself is rather strange. Since we’ve started having it I can’t ever remember not being in the mood. You just look at me and I want you. No matter if we’re talking with royalty or if Jack is in the same room making lewd jokes about our wonderfully active sex life that he only wishes he had.”
Rose tilted her head and sighed.
“Doctor, I love you, but I was referring more to the bit where you said your body is fixing itself up,” Rose responded. “What the bloody hell are you on about?”
“Oh. Right.” The Doctor let his trenchcoat fall onto the bed then began to remove his suit jacket and turned so his back was to Rose.
She let out a small gasp at the sight of his torn shirt and the fact much of his back was covered in blood. It was dripping down onto the back of his trousers and onto the white cover of the bed.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“We were running and I didn’t want you to worry,” the Doctor told her. “I’m going to give you the Sonic Screwdriver and you just aim it at my back. It’ll help accelerate my natural healing abilities.”
“You don’t normally do this,” Rose pointed out as she did as he said. “Why now?”
“No specific reason,” the Doctor returned.
Rose frowned as she knew what that sentence really meant. She didn’t spend nearly day in and day out with this alien in his time traveling ship and not learn how to decipher the Doctor’s words and tones. She knew his tells and made a mental note to get it out of him later.
“So, Mr. Manly Man, how is it you don’t complain about a tree attempting to shred you to pieces, but whine and complain like a two year old when my mum slaps you?”
“If I didn’t then she’d use something else to hurt me,” the Doctor answered. “And since you’ve told her that aspirin can kill me, I have no intention of taking any chances. She can be rather brutal, your mother. She stood up to the Master and he even whimpered in her presence. I’d hate to be around if your mum got properly angry.”
Rose smiled then kissed the shoulder of the Doctor who then made what sounded like a purr. She was quite aware of many of the noises he made. Especially in bed when she did, well, that thing he liked. He had certainly never made that sound.
“Did you just purr?”
“No. I don’t purr. I’m not a cat. That was a…”
The Doctor was interrupted as the floor and the room began to rumble underneath the two of them. The Doctor pulled Rose off the bed then grabbed his suit jacket and trenchcoat just as a very large tree branch exploded through the floor and bed. Rose let out a surprised shout while the Doctor covered her with his body to protect her from the flying debris. He winced as a bit of wood definitely lodged itself into the back of his upper left thigh.
“Bloody hell!” Rose yelled. “What is wrong with this bloody tree?”
“I’m not sure we were actually supposed to come in here,” the Doctor returned. He pushed Rose out of the way as a stray branch attempted to hit them both. It missed his own head by inches.
“You’re actually admitting that you were wrong to go pass the ‘Do Not Enter’ sign?” Rose shot back with faint amusement.
“I am allowed to be wrong every once in a while,” the Doctor responded as he grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her out of the room. “Like once every hundred years.”
Rose snorted as they made their way back down the stairs. Everything around them rumbled and they were showered with dirt, wood and broken bits of furniture.
“Yes, well, recently it may be a bit more than that because you’re there to see many mistakes that my excellent, brilliant mind seems to ignore,” the Doctor amended. “But we’ll discuss that when we’re back in the TARDIS, getting myself fixed up in the med bay and far away the Whomping Willow’s cousin.”
“Did you get injured again?” Rose inquired, noting that the Doctor wasn’t running at his usual full tilt.
“Perhaps,” the Doctor replied in annoyance. “Really trying to ignore it right now. I’d like to leave the inside of the killer tree, thank you.”
“Whatever you say, Doctor, but once we get back to the TARDIS you better set the coordinates for a nice pleasure planet or something. This was honestly the worst honeymoon anyone could ever have.”
“Actually, it could have been a lot worse. Killer trees are quite low on the list of worst things to appear on a honeymoon. Your mum making an appearance definitely wouldn’t have been pleasant and is quite close to the top of the list.”
Rose shot her husband a look as they made their way outside and towards their ship.
“Yes. That was rude. Sorry. One pleasure planet coming up. I know a brilliant one. Even gives tours on a little spacebus. I believe it’s called Midnight.”
“And you’ll tell me what’s going on with you?” Rose prodded. “Why are you suddenly needing the Sonic Screwdriver to heal yourself?”
“That is a long and complicated answer filled with good intentions and my very handy hand that Jack returned to me. I’m trying to make sure that the forever you promised me, will be possible.”
Rose came to a halt just within feet of the TARDIS, which nearly caused the Doctor to be un-Time Lord-y and trip over his feet. Time Lords did not trip over their own feet. Over their shoes and drunk, passed out friends that had definitely not been there the night before, yes, but not over their own feet.
“Rose?” The Doctor looked at his wife who seemed to be in a daze.
“You told me that it would be impossible,” Rose whispered.
“A word that I really need to stop using,” the Doctor said, tugging his ear. “It still may be, but I’m going to be very, very, very optimistic and cash in a few favors that the universe most certainly owes me.”
Rose smiled softly then kissed the Doctor.
“I love you.”
“And I you, Rose Tyler.” He unlocked the door to the TARDIS. “Now, I don’t mean to be insistent, but I’m in quite a bit of pain and at the risk of sounding like a whinging, pushy toddler I really need to get myself to the infirmary.”
“Even if you do I promise to tell everyone you were very manly and quite impressive as you defended me from the killer tree.”
“I knew I married you for a reason,” the Doctor said. He kissed his wife again and they quickly entered the TARDIS.
A few moments later the ship dematerialized from the planet, leaving the killer treehouse far, far behind them.
Rose frowned as she knew what that sentence really meant. She didn’t spend nearly day in and day out with this alien in his time traveling ship and not learn how to decipher the Doctor’s words and tones. She knew his tells and made a mental note to get it out of him later., 1,599
(A/N: Most definitely AU from Doomsday and includes tiny references to Series 3 and 4.)
“Keep moving!” The Doctor shouted from behind Rose.
She wanted to turn around and smack him for giving such an obvious instruction, but she decided against it since that would waste precious seconds they needed to get away from their pursuer.
Or pursuers. It really depended on how you looked at it.
And why did there have to be so many stairs? If Rose Tyler hadn’t been Rose Tyler she would have just stopped at the bottom and told the Doctor there was no way in the world she was moving another inch.
“Door!” The Doctor yelled.
“I’m not going to hit it!” Rose returned. “My sense of direction isn’t as lousy as someone who is very near and dear to me.”
“No. I meant go through it!”
“Oh,” Rose murmured. She veered to her left towards the door then twisted the knob tightly in her hand and ran inside.
The Doctor ran in after her, slamming the door as he went before collapsing onto the bed in the otherwise other sparsely decorated room. His chest heaved as he caught his breath while staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to Rose attempt to catch her own breath.
“A bed?” Rose questioned.
“It is a treehouse,” the Doctor pointed out. “In the most simplest definition of the word though.” He hissed in pain as his body quickly reminded him of the injuries on his back. The adrenaline and his natural healing abilities had managed to cover it during his and Rose’s run, but now that he was at rest he definitely felt it again.
“Rose.”
“Yes, Doctor?” She came into his line of sight with a worried expression on her face.
He gritted his teeth as he sat up and began to take off his trenchcoat. Rose watched him, then furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Doctor, why are you getting undressed? I’m not having sex with you when any second…”
“I’m not getting undressed so we can have sex,” the Doctor interjected in annoyance. “What is it you humans always say? Oh, yes, I’ve got a headache. I’ve a headache, Rose. No sex for me. I’m just going to sit here and let my body fix itself up.”
“What?”
“I’m not in the mood for sex,” the Doctor repeated. “Which in itself is rather strange. Since we’ve started having it I can’t ever remember not being in the mood. You just look at me and I want you. No matter if we’re talking with royalty or if Jack is in the same room making lewd jokes about our wonderfully active sex life that he only wishes he had.”
Rose tilted her head and sighed.
“Doctor, I love you, but I was referring more to the bit where you said your body is fixing itself up,” Rose responded. “What the bloody hell are you on about?”
“Oh. Right.” The Doctor let his trenchcoat fall onto the bed then began to remove his suit jacket and turned so his back was to Rose.
She let out a small gasp at the sight of his torn shirt and the fact much of his back was covered in blood. It was dripping down onto the back of his trousers and onto the white cover of the bed.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“We were running and I didn’t want you to worry,” the Doctor told her. “I’m going to give you the Sonic Screwdriver and you just aim it at my back. It’ll help accelerate my natural healing abilities.”
“You don’t normally do this,” Rose pointed out as she did as he said. “Why now?”
“No specific reason,” the Doctor returned.
Rose frowned as she knew what that sentence really meant. She didn’t spend nearly day in and day out with this alien in his time traveling ship and not learn how to decipher the Doctor’s words and tones. She knew his tells and made a mental note to get it out of him later.
“So, Mr. Manly Man, how is it you don’t complain about a tree attempting to shred you to pieces, but whine and complain like a two year old when my mum slaps you?”
“If I didn’t then she’d use something else to hurt me,” the Doctor answered. “And since you’ve told her that aspirin can kill me, I have no intention of taking any chances. She can be rather brutal, your mother. She stood up to the Master and he even whimpered in her presence. I’d hate to be around if your mum got properly angry.”
Rose smiled then kissed the shoulder of the Doctor who then made what sounded like a purr. She was quite aware of many of the noises he made. Especially in bed when she did, well, that thing he liked. He had certainly never made that sound.
“Did you just purr?”
“No. I don’t purr. I’m not a cat. That was a…”
The Doctor was interrupted as the floor and the room began to rumble underneath the two of them. The Doctor pulled Rose off the bed then grabbed his suit jacket and trenchcoat just as a very large tree branch exploded through the floor and bed. Rose let out a surprised shout while the Doctor covered her with his body to protect her from the flying debris. He winced as a bit of wood definitely lodged itself into the back of his upper left thigh.
“Bloody hell!” Rose yelled. “What is wrong with this bloody tree?”
“I’m not sure we were actually supposed to come in here,” the Doctor returned. He pushed Rose out of the way as a stray branch attempted to hit them both. It missed his own head by inches.
“You’re actually admitting that you were wrong to go pass the ‘Do Not Enter’ sign?” Rose shot back with faint amusement.
“I am allowed to be wrong every once in a while,” the Doctor responded as he grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her out of the room. “Like once every hundred years.”
Rose snorted as they made their way back down the stairs. Everything around them rumbled and they were showered with dirt, wood and broken bits of furniture.
“Yes, well, recently it may be a bit more than that because you’re there to see many mistakes that my excellent, brilliant mind seems to ignore,” the Doctor amended. “But we’ll discuss that when we’re back in the TARDIS, getting myself fixed up in the med bay and far away the Whomping Willow’s cousin.”
“Did you get injured again?” Rose inquired, noting that the Doctor wasn’t running at his usual full tilt.
“Perhaps,” the Doctor replied in annoyance. “Really trying to ignore it right now. I’d like to leave the inside of the killer tree, thank you.”
“Whatever you say, Doctor, but once we get back to the TARDIS you better set the coordinates for a nice pleasure planet or something. This was honestly the worst honeymoon anyone could ever have.”
“Actually, it could have been a lot worse. Killer trees are quite low on the list of worst things to appear on a honeymoon. Your mum making an appearance definitely wouldn’t have been pleasant and is quite close to the top of the list.”
Rose shot her husband a look as they made their way outside and towards their ship.
“Yes. That was rude. Sorry. One pleasure planet coming up. I know a brilliant one. Even gives tours on a little spacebus. I believe it’s called Midnight.”
“And you’ll tell me what’s going on with you?” Rose prodded. “Why are you suddenly needing the Sonic Screwdriver to heal yourself?”
“That is a long and complicated answer filled with good intentions and my very handy hand that Jack returned to me. I’m trying to make sure that the forever you promised me, will be possible.”
Rose came to a halt just within feet of the TARDIS, which nearly caused the Doctor to be un-Time Lord-y and trip over his feet. Time Lords did not trip over their own feet. Over their shoes and drunk, passed out friends that had definitely not been there the night before, yes, but not over their own feet.
“Rose?” The Doctor looked at his wife who seemed to be in a daze.
“You told me that it would be impossible,” Rose whispered.
“A word that I really need to stop using,” the Doctor said, tugging his ear. “It still may be, but I’m going to be very, very, very optimistic and cash in a few favors that the universe most certainly owes me.”
Rose smiled softly then kissed the Doctor.
“I love you.”
“And I you, Rose Tyler.” He unlocked the door to the TARDIS. “Now, I don’t mean to be insistent, but I’m in quite a bit of pain and at the risk of sounding like a whinging, pushy toddler I really need to get myself to the infirmary.”
“Even if you do I promise to tell everyone you were very manly and quite impressive as you defended me from the killer tree.”
“I knew I married you for a reason,” the Doctor said. He kissed his wife again and they quickly entered the TARDIS.
A few moments later the ship dematerialized from the planet, leaving the killer treehouse far, far behind them.