Doctor Who: Marshmallows on a Stick
Title: Marshmallows on a Stick
Author: LeighLeighla
Rating: PG-13 just in case
Fandom/Pairing(s): Doctor Who Ten/Rose, Jack, Donna, Martha, Mickey, and an OC
Warnings: A little bit fluffy, some language and innuendo
Disclaimer: Not mine! Don’t sue!
Summary: "Why," Martha said. "Why out of all the women in all of time and space did you pick a shopgirl from a poor part of London? No education, no money, and too much make-up and hair dye?"
A/N: Written for the Two of Us Ficathon. As it so happens, purely by chance, I got lyrics from my very favorite Beatles song.
Prompt lyrics:
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way and,
I'd have never been aware
but as it is I'll dream of her tonight - I Just Seen a Face
Under the cut
A glowing heat emanated from the fire Jack had built and lit up Bad Wolf Bay quite nicely for them. Thanks to a device no one could identify except The Doctor and Jack, the gusty winds coming in from the choppy sea did nothing to dim it. They sat on blankets and cushions, talking and laughing.
Donna passed a bottle off to Martha and grinned. "You sure Sally's a'right on her own?"
The Doctor looked up from the marshmallow he was trying to shove onto his roasting stick and then looked behind him, where a small girl with brown hair, bundled up in a jacket and boots was looking for shells. "She's fine. I'm watching."
Jack chuckled. "Actually, I'm watching. You're trying to get a marshmallow on a stick."
"It's not as easy as it looks," the Doctor replied, frowning.
Martha passed the bottle back to Donna and plucked up a stick along with a fresh marshmallow and stuck it to the end of her stick successfully.
The Doctor pouted. "Fine. Right, then."
"Where are Rose an' Mickey?" Donna asked, taking a swig and passing the bottle along to Jack. "Thought they were coming."
"They are," the Doctor replied, still struggling with the marshmallow. "But Jack put them on watch at the Hub, and let the rest of his team go home early."
Jack sighed as he took a gulp that stung going down. "Ianto has a cold. Gwen has some dinner with her boyfriend tonight, Toshiko caught Ianto's cold, and Owen's a dick. I trust Mickey and Rose more than I trust any of them, anyways."
"Maybe that's because they've turned on you and shot you how many times now?" Martha asked as Jack passed the bottle back to her.
"Enough times to get them off of work early every once in a while," Jack grinned. "Rose and Mickey do their jobs better anyways...well...okay. Ianto's coffee is better."
"I'm sure other things are better, too," Donna grinned.
Martha laughed and drank again. "I forgot that you're shagging the tea boy."
Jack grinned and held his arms out. "What can I say? He uses the stopwatch much more effectively than Rose and the Doc."
"We did get a bit confused about that," the Doctor admitted. He gave up on his marshmallow and tossed the stick down in front of him.
Jack sighed and smiled at the Doctor. "I think I'd rather sit back and watch the two of you, anyways."
"I think you've scared my appetite away for the rest of the week," Donna said.
"You mean to tell me, you don't want to see this," Jack gestured toward the Doctor. "Naked?"
"He's far too skinny," Donna said.
"Oi," the Doctor said, a little hurt.
"You are!"
"Here's what confuses me," Martha said, taking a long swig.
"Uh-oh," Jack muttered.
Martha waved the bottle. "Why Rose?"
The Doctor wrinkled his nose. "What d'you mean, 'why Rose'? Why Rose what?"
"Why," Martha said. "Why out of all the women in all of time and space did you pick a shopgirl from a poor part of London? No education, no money, and too much make-up and hair dye?"
Jack and the Doctor eyed each other and the Doctor sighed. "You, Martha Jones, have had too much to drink."
"I'm curious, too," Donna said, smirking. "She's right, Martian Boy, you could have had anybody, and you picked someone so ordinary it almost hurts. Why?"
The Doctor took a deep breath and glanced back at Sally, who was running through a very shallow part of the water. "Sally! Don't go to far in!"
"Well?" Martha asked.
He turned back to them. "Well...I don't know. Could've been anything. Could've been timing. I mean...had it been another day, I might have looked the other way, and I'd..." he stopped and blinked. "Hold on." He wrinkled his nose. "That's The Beatles."
"We're never gonna get a straight answer," Donna said.
At that moment, Rose walked over and plopped down on the Doctor's lap. "Did you know he asked me twice?"
Mickey took a seat between Donna and Martha as he grabbed the bottle from Martha and took a sip. "It's true. I was there."
Rose looked up at the Doctor. "Where's Sally?"
The Doctor turned around and peered around. "She's sitting in the sand, collecting shells."
Rose sat up and looked over his shoulder. "There she is."
"I've got an eye on her," Jack said. "More of an eye than the Doc."
"Can we get a real answer now?" Martha asked, reaching for the bottle.
Mickey took another sip and handed it back.
The Doctor sighed. "Well, for Rose and Mickey, it was only around thirty seconds between when I asked the first time and left, and when I came back and asked again."
"And for you?" Donna asked.
"Five days," he said, watching as Rose picked up the stick he'd been fighting with earlier and placed a marshmallow carefully on the end. He sighed. "Of course. You can do it and I can't?"
Rose gave him a bemused look and kissed his cheek. "Did the marshmallow evade you?"
"Yes."
"So five days?" Martha asked.
The Doctor looked up and nodded. "Five days. Couldn't get her out of my head. I even tried sleeping and I dreamed about her."
Rose smiled up at him. "I never knew that."
"Don't be too flattered," he replied. "You were wearing a chicken suit."
She frowned as Martha, Donna and Mickey laughed. Jack tried to hold back his laughter for Rose's sake.
"Still," the Doctor said. "Couldn't get you off my mind. So I came back and asked again. And as expected." He grinned. "You said yes."
"Smug git," Rose teased.
"And you love me," the Doctor smirked.
Rose pursed her lips and reached up for a kiss.
"Aw," Jack said. "That's so sweet." He looked to Martha, Mickey and Donna. "How come I don't get any of that?"
Donna wiggled her eyebrows. "All you had to do was ask."
Martha groaned and picked up a marshmallow, throwing it over the fire. It hit the Doctor on the head and he squeaked before pulling away from Rose. He glared at Martha.
"Marshmallow waster," he grumbled.
"Saliva bandit," Martha shot back.
"Very mature, both of you," Mickey chuckled.
The Doctor grumbled and pulled out a fresh marshmallow. He shoved it onto the stick and it stayed. “Ha! Success!”
Sally ran over and plucked the marshmallow off. She shoved it into her mouth a grinned, before running off again.
The group sat in stunned silence, before breaking into chuckles and giggled. All except the Doctor.
“Bugger.”
END
Author: LeighLeighla
Rating: PG-13 just in case
Fandom/Pairing(s): Doctor Who Ten/Rose, Jack, Donna, Martha, Mickey, and an OC
Warnings: A little bit fluffy, some language and innuendo
Disclaimer: Not mine! Don’t sue!
Summary: "Why," Martha said. "Why out of all the women in all of time and space did you pick a shopgirl from a poor part of London? No education, no money, and too much make-up and hair dye?"
A/N: Written for the Two of Us Ficathon. As it so happens, purely by chance, I got lyrics from my very favorite Beatles song.
Prompt lyrics:
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way and,
I'd have never been aware
but as it is I'll dream of her tonight - I Just Seen a Face
Under the cut
A glowing heat emanated from the fire Jack had built and lit up Bad Wolf Bay quite nicely for them. Thanks to a device no one could identify except The Doctor and Jack, the gusty winds coming in from the choppy sea did nothing to dim it. They sat on blankets and cushions, talking and laughing.
Donna passed a bottle off to Martha and grinned. "You sure Sally's a'right on her own?"
The Doctor looked up from the marshmallow he was trying to shove onto his roasting stick and then looked behind him, where a small girl with brown hair, bundled up in a jacket and boots was looking for shells. "She's fine. I'm watching."
Jack chuckled. "Actually, I'm watching. You're trying to get a marshmallow on a stick."
"It's not as easy as it looks," the Doctor replied, frowning.
Martha passed the bottle back to Donna and plucked up a stick along with a fresh marshmallow and stuck it to the end of her stick successfully.
The Doctor pouted. "Fine. Right, then."
"Where are Rose an' Mickey?" Donna asked, taking a swig and passing the bottle along to Jack. "Thought they were coming."
"They are," the Doctor replied, still struggling with the marshmallow. "But Jack put them on watch at the Hub, and let the rest of his team go home early."
Jack sighed as he took a gulp that stung going down. "Ianto has a cold. Gwen has some dinner with her boyfriend tonight, Toshiko caught Ianto's cold, and Owen's a dick. I trust Mickey and Rose more than I trust any of them, anyways."
"Maybe that's because they've turned on you and shot you how many times now?" Martha asked as Jack passed the bottle back to her.
"Enough times to get them off of work early every once in a while," Jack grinned. "Rose and Mickey do their jobs better anyways...well...okay. Ianto's coffee is better."
"I'm sure other things are better, too," Donna grinned.
Martha laughed and drank again. "I forgot that you're shagging the tea boy."
Jack grinned and held his arms out. "What can I say? He uses the stopwatch much more effectively than Rose and the Doc."
"We did get a bit confused about that," the Doctor admitted. He gave up on his marshmallow and tossed the stick down in front of him.
Jack sighed and smiled at the Doctor. "I think I'd rather sit back and watch the two of you, anyways."
"I think you've scared my appetite away for the rest of the week," Donna said.
"You mean to tell me, you don't want to see this," Jack gestured toward the Doctor. "Naked?"
"He's far too skinny," Donna said.
"Oi," the Doctor said, a little hurt.
"You are!"
"Here's what confuses me," Martha said, taking a long swig.
"Uh-oh," Jack muttered.
Martha waved the bottle. "Why Rose?"
The Doctor wrinkled his nose. "What d'you mean, 'why Rose'? Why Rose what?"
"Why," Martha said. "Why out of all the women in all of time and space did you pick a shopgirl from a poor part of London? No education, no money, and too much make-up and hair dye?"
Jack and the Doctor eyed each other and the Doctor sighed. "You, Martha Jones, have had too much to drink."
"I'm curious, too," Donna said, smirking. "She's right, Martian Boy, you could have had anybody, and you picked someone so ordinary it almost hurts. Why?"
The Doctor took a deep breath and glanced back at Sally, who was running through a very shallow part of the water. "Sally! Don't go to far in!"
"Well?" Martha asked.
He turned back to them. "Well...I don't know. Could've been anything. Could've been timing. I mean...had it been another day, I might have looked the other way, and I'd..." he stopped and blinked. "Hold on." He wrinkled his nose. "That's The Beatles."
"We're never gonna get a straight answer," Donna said.
At that moment, Rose walked over and plopped down on the Doctor's lap. "Did you know he asked me twice?"
Mickey took a seat between Donna and Martha as he grabbed the bottle from Martha and took a sip. "It's true. I was there."
Rose looked up at the Doctor. "Where's Sally?"
The Doctor turned around and peered around. "She's sitting in the sand, collecting shells."
Rose sat up and looked over his shoulder. "There she is."
"I've got an eye on her," Jack said. "More of an eye than the Doc."
"Can we get a real answer now?" Martha asked, reaching for the bottle.
Mickey took another sip and handed it back.
The Doctor sighed. "Well, for Rose and Mickey, it was only around thirty seconds between when I asked the first time and left, and when I came back and asked again."
"And for you?" Donna asked.
"Five days," he said, watching as Rose picked up the stick he'd been fighting with earlier and placed a marshmallow carefully on the end. He sighed. "Of course. You can do it and I can't?"
Rose gave him a bemused look and kissed his cheek. "Did the marshmallow evade you?"
"Yes."
"So five days?" Martha asked.
The Doctor looked up and nodded. "Five days. Couldn't get her out of my head. I even tried sleeping and I dreamed about her."
Rose smiled up at him. "I never knew that."
"Don't be too flattered," he replied. "You were wearing a chicken suit."
She frowned as Martha, Donna and Mickey laughed. Jack tried to hold back his laughter for Rose's sake.
"Still," the Doctor said. "Couldn't get you off my mind. So I came back and asked again. And as expected." He grinned. "You said yes."
"Smug git," Rose teased.
"And you love me," the Doctor smirked.
Rose pursed her lips and reached up for a kiss.
"Aw," Jack said. "That's so sweet." He looked to Martha, Mickey and Donna. "How come I don't get any of that?"
Donna wiggled her eyebrows. "All you had to do was ask."
Martha groaned and picked up a marshmallow, throwing it over the fire. It hit the Doctor on the head and he squeaked before pulling away from Rose. He glared at Martha.
"Marshmallow waster," he grumbled.
"Saliva bandit," Martha shot back.
"Very mature, both of you," Mickey chuckled.
The Doctor grumbled and pulled out a fresh marshmallow. He shoved it onto the stick and it stayed. “Ha! Success!”
Sally ran over and plucked the marshmallow off. She shoved it into her mouth a grinned, before running off again.
The group sat in stunned silence, before breaking into chuckles and giggled. All except the Doctor.
“Bugger.”
END