Fic: Five Times Rose Tyler Wore the Doctor's Clothes (And the One Time He Wore Hers)
Five Times Rose Tyler Wore the Doctor's Clothes (And the One Time He Wore Hers), Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, Teen, 2,727 words, She looked far better in the garment than he ever had, he noted, then quickly put an end to that train of thought.
Five Times Rose Tyler Wore the Doctor's Clothes (And the One Time He Wore Hers)
The Doctor watched as a very sleepy Rose Tyler curled up on the jump seat. It had been a long day for her, he’d made her watch her planet blow up so she’d have some kind of idea what his life had been like, great first date, that, and then when she’d wavered on the edge of whether or not she’d stay with him, they’d gone for chips and that seemed to settle her down. At least she’d agreed to continue on with him for a while.
He wanted to take her to the past, maybe Vienna, if the TARDIS cooperated. He was ready to plunge into a new adventure immediately, but as he watched her eyes close and then open again as she jerked herself awake after a minute, he knew there was time for that later. “Best get you to bed before you drool all over the place.”
“I don’t drool!” Rose protested as she tried as inconspicuously as possible to wipe her chin.
“Come on,” he pulled her up, “there’s a spare bedroom across from mine.”
He escorted her into the corridor and a little way down the hall, pushing open a door. The room was plush and inviting, but small and homey at the same time. “I don’t have anything to sleep in,” she mumbled.
He opened his mouth to direct her to the wardrobe room but she’d never make it that far in her condition. “Oh, right, be back in a mo’.”
He crossed the hall to his own bedroom and grabbed one of his spare jumpers from his closet. “Here you go,” he said, handing her a dark green one. “Loo’s just in there.”
Rose stumbled tiredly into the adjacent room and he waited for her, just to make sure she made it into bed. At least that’s what he told himself. When she reappeared her makeup was gone, her hair was brushed, and her long legs were very bare under the jumper that came to mid-thigh. She looked far better in the garment than he ever had, he noted, then quickly put an end to that train of thought.
She looked surprised, briefly, to still see him standing there. “See you in the morning, then, yeah?” she asked as she climbed into the soft bed and covered herself with the blankets.
“I’ll be in the console room if you need anything.”
“You’re not sleeping?” she asked.
“Nah, don’t need as much as humans. Might catch an hour or two in a few days. Oh, and if you get hungry, the galley’s just two doors down.”
“Still full from the chips,” she told him. He nodded and headed for the door. “Doctor?”
He stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for this,” she said.
“It’s just a bed.”
“I meant, taking me with you to see…everything.”
He smiled and turned back. Her eyes were already closed. “You’re welcome,” he said softly and closed the door behind him. He’d traumatized her today then ogled her legs, and she was thanking him. What kind of a git was he? A lucky one, obviously. Definitely Vienna tomorrow and he’d give her a day that was peaceful and fun before throwing them back into the kind of life he normally lived.
He headed back to the console room, happy that she was happy to be with him. It had been worth asking her twice. And if he thought of how she looked with his jumper grazing her curves more than he ought to have, well at least he had the solace of knowing that thinking about it wasn’t so bad when he never had a chance with her anyway and looking wasn’t the least little bit like touching.
“Rose? Rose!” The Doctor shook her almost violently, trying desperately to get her to wake up. He turned to Miselly. “If she dies, I will end your king.” The vicious brute had exiled Rose outside the settlement for resisting his advances in the middle of a snow storm and all she was wearing was her short denim skirt, a t-shirt, and boots.
“I came to you as soon as I knew,” the other man protested.
A tiny noise escaped Rose’s blue lips. “Doctor?”
“I’m here.” He helped her sit up.
“So cold,” she managed through chattering teeth. He pulled off his leather jacket and slipped her arms into it, wrapping it around her. Miselly tried to help him as he got her to her feet, but the Doctor’s snarl was enough to make him take a few steps backwards in the snow. He picked Rose up and made his way back to the TARDIS, Miselly following him.
“Will she live?” he asked as the Doctor paused to get out his key.
“She will, but we’re leaving.”
“But the weather machine. You said you’d fix it,” Miselly protested.
“That’s before your king tried to destroy the thing most dear to me.” He pulled Rose closer.
“But we’ll die! You can’t punish an entire city for one man’s misdeeds.” The look on his face told the young man he could do just that for putting Rose at risk. “Please, Doctor.”
The Doctor sighed. “There’s a book in the museum. It’s red and gold. Page 203 tells how to reboot the machine. But I will not help you further.”
He slammed the door in Miselly’s face and set Rose down carefully on the jump seat. He sent the TARDIS into the Vortex and then picked her up again and carried her to her room, putting her down on the bed. He scanned her with the sonic screwdriver, checking for frost bite. Thankfully she was just shy of it.
He had the TARDIS turn up the heat. He’d like to get her into a warm bath, but she wasn’t exactly conscious. He zipped her into his jacket and then threw several blankets on top of her. She was shivering and he wished he could do more for her.
She mumbled again about being cold. Maybe his body heat would help. Without a second thought he crawled under the covers with her and pulled her to him. She seemed to burrow into his warmth. He held her until she was warm again and then, when she’d fallen into a restful sleep, eased out of the bed and went to get something to eat.
She found him in the galley a few hours later, sitting in front of an untouched sandwich. She was still wearing his jacket, and she looked so small, so lost in it. On her feet were big, fluffy, purple bunny slippers. He couldn’t help but smile.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Come, sit. I’ll make you something.” He threw his own sandwich into the trash and quickly fried some eggs and sausages in a pan.
He glanced at Rose as he brought the food to the table. Her fingers were mindlessly stroking the leather on her opposite arm, a small smile on her face. He placed a plate in front of her and as he moved away, she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to her. She tugged until he sat in the chair next to her and then she leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek.
“I’m sorry, Rose,” he told her.
“I’m all right. You saved me. You’ll always save me,” she said with absolute faith.
He smiled at her gently, but fear gnawed at his stomach. One day he’d be too late. One day he’d lose her forever. “I promise always to try,” he said.
“You’ll be wanting this back,” she said, unzipping the jacket and shrugging it off. He took it and slipped it on easily, forcing himself not to bury his nose in the leather. It was a week and a half before it no longer had the scent of her on it. After that he took to loaning it to her every so often just so that he always had that tiny piece of her with him. If she smiled and gave him a knowing look from time to time, she certainly didn’t seem to mind being enclosed in the supple, warm jacket any more than he minded the lingering hugs she gave him with increasing frequency.
The Doctor pushed Rose behind him, desperately trying to stay between her and the man with the knives. Already she was bleeding, already he knew there was little enough time to stop the wound from spilling out her life all over the cobblestones. She clung weakly to the back of his long, brown trench coat. If only the TARDIS weren’t so far away. He cursed his decision to take this short cut. One wrong turn had led them into an alley with illegal activity in it. And the criminal was not about to leave any witnesses.
It was the dog that saved them, the dog that Rose had befriended earlier in the week and fed scraps to the last several days, until his ribs no longer showed. Snarling ferociously the dog leapt for the criminal, knocking him to the ground. Long white teeth fastened and held securely in the man’s throat. A startled yelp escaped the dog as the man drove his knife up into its belly, but the grip was not relinquished until the man was dead.
The Doctor had removed his tie, wrapping it around Rose’s thigh, hoping against hope that the man had not cut through the femoral artery. He tied it tightly, a tourniquet against the bleeding. Rose seemed on the verge of losing consciousness, but the animal’s whimpers kept her awake. He glanced at the dying dog, then back at Rose. It was one or the other and no matter how much Rose had liked the creature, he knew there was nothing he could do to save it.
“Can’t you help him?” she begged.
“It’s a mortal wound. He’s dying.”
“Can’t you ease his pain?”
He took out his sonic screwdriver, aiming it at the dog and scrambling its pain receptors, so at least it would pass peacefully. The dog stopped whimpering. He wished he could do the same for Rose, but she wasn’t dying if he could help it, and he couldn’t risk hurting her brain.
“Can you walk?” he asked her.
“I can try.”
She leaned heavily against him and together they made it back into the well-lit streets where a businessman took one look at them and called an ambulance. It was unmanned and the Doctor used his screwdriver to fiddle with the AI and program it to take them back to the TARDIS. A few painkillers and some time in the tissue regenerator and she was as good as new, but he took her home to see her mother for a week. He did not ask Jackie if she knew of a way to get bloodstains out of a silk tie, not that he’d ever be able to wear it again anyway.
“Modesty Era? Modesty Era?” Rose shouted furiously at the Doctor.
“It’s not when I was aiming for!” He paced their prison cell.
“Well, it’s when we are,” she said. The shocked police officer had hauled them both to prison and they’d had a trial where neither of them had been allowed to speak for themselves. Rose had not even been allowed to change out of her bikini. The evidence had spoken for itself.
They’d landed at the beach for a simple day of fun in the sun, sand, and waves, but they’d not been there more than five minutes before they’d been reported. Her clothing would have been acceptable on that particular planet in any other century, and now they were due to be shipped off to the prison moon for twenty years of hard labor. At least they’d landed in the latter half of that era and had escaped summary execution.
“I’ll get us out of this,” he said. “I always do.”
“Fat lot of good it’ll do, running through the streets dressed like this!” Rose hissed. “I’ll be stoned.”
He wiggled out of his trench coat and put it over her and she shrugged it on, tying the belt neatly at her waist. “I can jimmy the lock, but then we’re going to have to run for it.” He looked down at her flip flops. He sat down and took off his shoes. “Here, wear these. You’ll never make it in those.”
“They’re too big.”
“Do the best you can.”
“What about you?”
“My feet can take it,” he said, hoping he was right.
They made it all the way to the outside door before the alarm was raised. The Doctor and Rose ran faster than they’d ever run before, his trench coat flapping out behind her as they fled, unfortunately showing far too much of her legs. By the time they arrived back at the beach there was quite the mob following them.
He was grateful that the TARDIS opened her doors and he didn’t have to take the time to get out his key. As the door shut, people slammed up against it, trying to get through. Rose could hear them yelling about the immodesty of an unmarried man and woman together in a little box. If they only knew how big the ship was on the inside.
The Doctor got them on their way before turning to look at Rose. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry.”
She unfastened the belt and let the coat fall open. “I’m sure there are several ways in which you can make that up to me.” She shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor. “And I suggest,” she said, unfastening the back of her bikini top and letting it fall to the floor, “you start right now.”
He thought they’d been moving quickly before, but it was nothing compared to their race to the bedroom.
“So? What do you think?”
“About what?” the Doctor said not looking up from his repairs.
“Who looks better wearing this, me or you?”
He glanced up then did a double take. Rose was wearing his suit jacket and some very impractical open-toed, leopard print heels and nothing else. The brown, pin-striped wool hugged her body tightly and the one and only button she’d done up strained to stay shut against her breasts.
“Definitely you,” he told her.
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“I can think of one place it looks better.” Her tongue came out and slowly wet her lips.
“Where?” he asked, his eyes riveted. Surely that button would pop any moment.
She unfastened it before it could. “On the floor.”
An hour later she smiled to herself with satisfaction, though she thought it might be a long time before the grate impressions wore off her skin. Still, totally worth it.
“What the hell?” Jackie stared at the Doctor as he strolled casually out of her bathroom dressed in Rose’s purple bunny slippers and matching dressing gown.
“Doctor, come back here,” Rose called from the bathroom. “I wasn’t done with you yet.” She followed him out dressed only in a towel. Actually, dressed was pushing it. “Mum! You’re supposed to be at Bev’s.”
“Is that all you can say to me?” she said.
“Um…well.”
“It’s okay. We got married,” the Doctor said.
Jackie stared at him, dumb-founded.
“We sort of had to,” said Rose.
“Aliens made us do it,” the Doctor said.
“And I got pregnant,” Rose said.
“So you can see where-.”
Jackie sat down hard. There wasn’t a chair behind her so she landed on the floor.
“You-you-what?” she spluttered.
The Doctor and Rose burst into giggles. “Nah,” said the Doctor. “We’re just shagging. Which I bet it’s a relief to hear after all of that.”
“You-you-,” Jackie said again. She was on her feet faster than he’d have believed possible. He fled, but not before Jackie had reached for him and got only a handful of the robe that came off in her hands.
Jackie’s one satisfaction came later that night when the Doctor made the evening news, streaking across the estate towards the TARDIS in nothing but Rose’s bunny slippers. It was amazing what one could do with a quick mind and a good mobile phone these days.
Five Times Rose Tyler Wore the Doctor's Clothes (And the One Time He Wore Hers)
The Doctor watched as a very sleepy Rose Tyler curled up on the jump seat. It had been a long day for her, he’d made her watch her planet blow up so she’d have some kind of idea what his life had been like, great first date, that, and then when she’d wavered on the edge of whether or not she’d stay with him, they’d gone for chips and that seemed to settle her down. At least she’d agreed to continue on with him for a while.
He wanted to take her to the past, maybe Vienna, if the TARDIS cooperated. He was ready to plunge into a new adventure immediately, but as he watched her eyes close and then open again as she jerked herself awake after a minute, he knew there was time for that later. “Best get you to bed before you drool all over the place.”
“I don’t drool!” Rose protested as she tried as inconspicuously as possible to wipe her chin.
“Come on,” he pulled her up, “there’s a spare bedroom across from mine.”
He escorted her into the corridor and a little way down the hall, pushing open a door. The room was plush and inviting, but small and homey at the same time. “I don’t have anything to sleep in,” she mumbled.
He opened his mouth to direct her to the wardrobe room but she’d never make it that far in her condition. “Oh, right, be back in a mo’.”
He crossed the hall to his own bedroom and grabbed one of his spare jumpers from his closet. “Here you go,” he said, handing her a dark green one. “Loo’s just in there.”
Rose stumbled tiredly into the adjacent room and he waited for her, just to make sure she made it into bed. At least that’s what he told himself. When she reappeared her makeup was gone, her hair was brushed, and her long legs were very bare under the jumper that came to mid-thigh. She looked far better in the garment than he ever had, he noted, then quickly put an end to that train of thought.
She looked surprised, briefly, to still see him standing there. “See you in the morning, then, yeah?” she asked as she climbed into the soft bed and covered herself with the blankets.
“I’ll be in the console room if you need anything.”
“You’re not sleeping?” she asked.
“Nah, don’t need as much as humans. Might catch an hour or two in a few days. Oh, and if you get hungry, the galley’s just two doors down.”
“Still full from the chips,” she told him. He nodded and headed for the door. “Doctor?”
He stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for this,” she said.
“It’s just a bed.”
“I meant, taking me with you to see…everything.”
He smiled and turned back. Her eyes were already closed. “You’re welcome,” he said softly and closed the door behind him. He’d traumatized her today then ogled her legs, and she was thanking him. What kind of a git was he? A lucky one, obviously. Definitely Vienna tomorrow and he’d give her a day that was peaceful and fun before throwing them back into the kind of life he normally lived.
He headed back to the console room, happy that she was happy to be with him. It had been worth asking her twice. And if he thought of how she looked with his jumper grazing her curves more than he ought to have, well at least he had the solace of knowing that thinking about it wasn’t so bad when he never had a chance with her anyway and looking wasn’t the least little bit like touching.
“Rose? Rose!” The Doctor shook her almost violently, trying desperately to get her to wake up. He turned to Miselly. “If she dies, I will end your king.” The vicious brute had exiled Rose outside the settlement for resisting his advances in the middle of a snow storm and all she was wearing was her short denim skirt, a t-shirt, and boots.
“I came to you as soon as I knew,” the other man protested.
A tiny noise escaped Rose’s blue lips. “Doctor?”
“I’m here.” He helped her sit up.
“So cold,” she managed through chattering teeth. He pulled off his leather jacket and slipped her arms into it, wrapping it around her. Miselly tried to help him as he got her to her feet, but the Doctor’s snarl was enough to make him take a few steps backwards in the snow. He picked Rose up and made his way back to the TARDIS, Miselly following him.
“Will she live?” he asked as the Doctor paused to get out his key.
“She will, but we’re leaving.”
“But the weather machine. You said you’d fix it,” Miselly protested.
“That’s before your king tried to destroy the thing most dear to me.” He pulled Rose closer.
“But we’ll die! You can’t punish an entire city for one man’s misdeeds.” The look on his face told the young man he could do just that for putting Rose at risk. “Please, Doctor.”
The Doctor sighed. “There’s a book in the museum. It’s red and gold. Page 203 tells how to reboot the machine. But I will not help you further.”
He slammed the door in Miselly’s face and set Rose down carefully on the jump seat. He sent the TARDIS into the Vortex and then picked her up again and carried her to her room, putting her down on the bed. He scanned her with the sonic screwdriver, checking for frost bite. Thankfully she was just shy of it.
He had the TARDIS turn up the heat. He’d like to get her into a warm bath, but she wasn’t exactly conscious. He zipped her into his jacket and then threw several blankets on top of her. She was shivering and he wished he could do more for her.
She mumbled again about being cold. Maybe his body heat would help. Without a second thought he crawled under the covers with her and pulled her to him. She seemed to burrow into his warmth. He held her until she was warm again and then, when she’d fallen into a restful sleep, eased out of the bed and went to get something to eat.
She found him in the galley a few hours later, sitting in front of an untouched sandwich. She was still wearing his jacket, and she looked so small, so lost in it. On her feet were big, fluffy, purple bunny slippers. He couldn’t help but smile.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Come, sit. I’ll make you something.” He threw his own sandwich into the trash and quickly fried some eggs and sausages in a pan.
He glanced at Rose as he brought the food to the table. Her fingers were mindlessly stroking the leather on her opposite arm, a small smile on her face. He placed a plate in front of her and as he moved away, she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to her. She tugged until he sat in the chair next to her and then she leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek.
“I’m sorry, Rose,” he told her.
“I’m all right. You saved me. You’ll always save me,” she said with absolute faith.
He smiled at her gently, but fear gnawed at his stomach. One day he’d be too late. One day he’d lose her forever. “I promise always to try,” he said.
“You’ll be wanting this back,” she said, unzipping the jacket and shrugging it off. He took it and slipped it on easily, forcing himself not to bury his nose in the leather. It was a week and a half before it no longer had the scent of her on it. After that he took to loaning it to her every so often just so that he always had that tiny piece of her with him. If she smiled and gave him a knowing look from time to time, she certainly didn’t seem to mind being enclosed in the supple, warm jacket any more than he minded the lingering hugs she gave him with increasing frequency.
The Doctor pushed Rose behind him, desperately trying to stay between her and the man with the knives. Already she was bleeding, already he knew there was little enough time to stop the wound from spilling out her life all over the cobblestones. She clung weakly to the back of his long, brown trench coat. If only the TARDIS weren’t so far away. He cursed his decision to take this short cut. One wrong turn had led them into an alley with illegal activity in it. And the criminal was not about to leave any witnesses.
It was the dog that saved them, the dog that Rose had befriended earlier in the week and fed scraps to the last several days, until his ribs no longer showed. Snarling ferociously the dog leapt for the criminal, knocking him to the ground. Long white teeth fastened and held securely in the man’s throat. A startled yelp escaped the dog as the man drove his knife up into its belly, but the grip was not relinquished until the man was dead.
The Doctor had removed his tie, wrapping it around Rose’s thigh, hoping against hope that the man had not cut through the femoral artery. He tied it tightly, a tourniquet against the bleeding. Rose seemed on the verge of losing consciousness, but the animal’s whimpers kept her awake. He glanced at the dying dog, then back at Rose. It was one or the other and no matter how much Rose had liked the creature, he knew there was nothing he could do to save it.
“Can’t you help him?” she begged.
“It’s a mortal wound. He’s dying.”
“Can’t you ease his pain?”
He took out his sonic screwdriver, aiming it at the dog and scrambling its pain receptors, so at least it would pass peacefully. The dog stopped whimpering. He wished he could do the same for Rose, but she wasn’t dying if he could help it, and he couldn’t risk hurting her brain.
“Can you walk?” he asked her.
“I can try.”
She leaned heavily against him and together they made it back into the well-lit streets where a businessman took one look at them and called an ambulance. It was unmanned and the Doctor used his screwdriver to fiddle with the AI and program it to take them back to the TARDIS. A few painkillers and some time in the tissue regenerator and she was as good as new, but he took her home to see her mother for a week. He did not ask Jackie if she knew of a way to get bloodstains out of a silk tie, not that he’d ever be able to wear it again anyway.
“Modesty Era? Modesty Era?” Rose shouted furiously at the Doctor.
“It’s not when I was aiming for!” He paced their prison cell.
“Well, it’s when we are,” she said. The shocked police officer had hauled them both to prison and they’d had a trial where neither of them had been allowed to speak for themselves. Rose had not even been allowed to change out of her bikini. The evidence had spoken for itself.
They’d landed at the beach for a simple day of fun in the sun, sand, and waves, but they’d not been there more than five minutes before they’d been reported. Her clothing would have been acceptable on that particular planet in any other century, and now they were due to be shipped off to the prison moon for twenty years of hard labor. At least they’d landed in the latter half of that era and had escaped summary execution.
“I’ll get us out of this,” he said. “I always do.”
“Fat lot of good it’ll do, running through the streets dressed like this!” Rose hissed. “I’ll be stoned.”
He wiggled out of his trench coat and put it over her and she shrugged it on, tying the belt neatly at her waist. “I can jimmy the lock, but then we’re going to have to run for it.” He looked down at her flip flops. He sat down and took off his shoes. “Here, wear these. You’ll never make it in those.”
“They’re too big.”
“Do the best you can.”
“What about you?”
“My feet can take it,” he said, hoping he was right.
They made it all the way to the outside door before the alarm was raised. The Doctor and Rose ran faster than they’d ever run before, his trench coat flapping out behind her as they fled, unfortunately showing far too much of her legs. By the time they arrived back at the beach there was quite the mob following them.
He was grateful that the TARDIS opened her doors and he didn’t have to take the time to get out his key. As the door shut, people slammed up against it, trying to get through. Rose could hear them yelling about the immodesty of an unmarried man and woman together in a little box. If they only knew how big the ship was on the inside.
The Doctor got them on their way before turning to look at Rose. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry.”
She unfastened the belt and let the coat fall open. “I’m sure there are several ways in which you can make that up to me.” She shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor. “And I suggest,” she said, unfastening the back of her bikini top and letting it fall to the floor, “you start right now.”
He thought they’d been moving quickly before, but it was nothing compared to their race to the bedroom.
“So? What do you think?”
“About what?” the Doctor said not looking up from his repairs.
“Who looks better wearing this, me or you?”
He glanced up then did a double take. Rose was wearing his suit jacket and some very impractical open-toed, leopard print heels and nothing else. The brown, pin-striped wool hugged her body tightly and the one and only button she’d done up strained to stay shut against her breasts.
“Definitely you,” he told her.
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“I can think of one place it looks better.” Her tongue came out and slowly wet her lips.
“Where?” he asked, his eyes riveted. Surely that button would pop any moment.
She unfastened it before it could. “On the floor.”
An hour later she smiled to herself with satisfaction, though she thought it might be a long time before the grate impressions wore off her skin. Still, totally worth it.
“What the hell?” Jackie stared at the Doctor as he strolled casually out of her bathroom dressed in Rose’s purple bunny slippers and matching dressing gown.
“Doctor, come back here,” Rose called from the bathroom. “I wasn’t done with you yet.” She followed him out dressed only in a towel. Actually, dressed was pushing it. “Mum! You’re supposed to be at Bev’s.”
“Is that all you can say to me?” she said.
“Um…well.”
“It’s okay. We got married,” the Doctor said.
Jackie stared at him, dumb-founded.
“We sort of had to,” said Rose.
“Aliens made us do it,” the Doctor said.
“And I got pregnant,” Rose said.
“So you can see where-.”
Jackie sat down hard. There wasn’t a chair behind her so she landed on the floor.
“You-you-what?” she spluttered.
The Doctor and Rose burst into giggles. “Nah,” said the Doctor. “We’re just shagging. Which I bet it’s a relief to hear after all of that.”
“You-you-,” Jackie said again. She was on her feet faster than he’d have believed possible. He fled, but not before Jackie had reached for him and got only a handful of the robe that came off in her hands.
Jackie’s one satisfaction came later that night when the Doctor made the evening news, streaking across the estate towards the TARDIS in nothing but Rose’s bunny slippers. It was amazing what one could do with a quick mind and a good mobile phone these days.