Chibi Challenge: My Turn
Kinda silly to issue a challenge and not bother to write one myself, eh?
Title: A Little Cold
Rating: PG (with a little vague naughty thought from the Doctor or two)
Genre: Fluff and Humor
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, chibiTen/chibiRose
Challenge: Chibi Challenge
Summary: Everyone gets sick at somepoint....
There was nothing quite like fiddling with the TARDIS, the Doctor decided. It distracted him from the looming worries of the Time War, the Universe, and niggling thought of taking Rose against the console. It also kept the sonic screwdriver handy, which had of late had a disturbing tendency to be found in tiny mitten-like hands whenever he wasn't looking.
The small construct creatures called chibis (ooh, that was a lot of Cs) had fully intergrated themselves into life of the TARDIS by now, and thankfully for the Doctor, except for popping up at inopportune moments and nicking items from his pockets, they were relatively well behaved.
As if on cue, the sound of tiny soft feet grew close to his position- no doubt that the small doppleganger was attempting to steal the sonic screwdriver. He'd play along for a while until the time was right and he could catch the little theif in the act. However, that moment never came as suddenly a small sneeze came from his shoulder.
The Doctor pushed aside a curtain of wires to find the chibi Doctor, eyes wide and hand clamped over his little bump of a nose. The little chibi pouted at his own defeat. Never above a little playful ribbing, the Doctor smirked and picked the wee one up by his coat and placed him back outside of the console.
As the days past the TARDIS hallways began to fill with the sound of tiny sneezes and coughs. "Doctor, I think the chibiDoctor may be coming down with a cold. Shouldn't we do something?"
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Time Lords don't get colds."
Rose responded with a punch to his arm. "Doctor, he's not a Time Lord. He's a chibi."
"Oh. Right, of course. Well, he should just take some time off from trying to nick my screwdriver and..." He stopped as he felt a tug at his pantleg. The little Rose was looking at him worried, trying to lead him out of the kitchen. "What's up?"
ChibiRose led them to the door of the little room the TARDIS had set up for the chibi pair. She opened the door, but hesitated, Her large eyes filling with tears. "What is it?" Rose asked before poking her head around the doorway. There, in a wee bed that the TARDIS had made, the poor chibiDoctor lay. He looked positively awful, pale and sweaty as he thrashed in sleep. ChibiRose meeped and ran to his side, dipping a little washcloth in a glass and mopping his forehead.
The Doctor patted the little Rose's head and pulled out the sonic screwdriver to give the little guy a scan. The wee Rose began to meep worriedly. He flashed her the same reassuring smile he gave Rose. "No worries, looks like it just a nasty little cold. A few more days and he'll be as new." Little Rose gave a meep of relief, hugging the Doctor's hand until he was quite sure he couldn't feel his fingers anymore.
Rose 'aww'ed at the sight, setting down a small cup of icewater next to the little bed and two shotglasses filled with broth. "Here, that should help a bit. And let us know if ya need anything else, ok?" ChibiRose nodded gratefully, finally letting go of the Doctor's hand.
The Doctor grinned at the two Roses, glad that this 'minature' crisis was averted. He stood up to get back to the console (and perhaps finally give into that fantasy with between the levers), when Rose giggled and directed his attention back to the sleeping minature him.
The chibiDoctor had stopped thrashing and had fallened into a more restful sleep, cuddling the sonic screwdriver to him. He meeped contently in his sleep, unaware of his larger counterpart's defeat and Rose's failed attempt not to laugh.
A few days later, the wee Doctor was up and about again, once again attempting to claim the sonic screwdriver as his own. Rose figured he must be doing better if he was back to that, until she once again heard the TARDIS's hallways echo with a sneeze.
But it wasn't the chibiDoctor that greeted her as she looked around the corner. Instead, there stood her Doctor, slightly pale and shivering, his hands cupped around his nose. "That's it. To bed, Time Lord."
"But Time Lords don't get colds!"
Title: A Little Cold
Rating: PG (with a little vague naughty thought from the Doctor or two)
Genre: Fluff and Humor
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose, chibiTen/chibiRose
Challenge: Chibi Challenge
Summary: Everyone gets sick at somepoint....
There was nothing quite like fiddling with the TARDIS, the Doctor decided. It distracted him from the looming worries of the Time War, the Universe, and niggling thought of taking Rose against the console. It also kept the sonic screwdriver handy, which had of late had a disturbing tendency to be found in tiny mitten-like hands whenever he wasn't looking.
The small construct creatures called chibis (ooh, that was a lot of Cs) had fully intergrated themselves into life of the TARDIS by now, and thankfully for the Doctor, except for popping up at inopportune moments and nicking items from his pockets, they were relatively well behaved.
As if on cue, the sound of tiny soft feet grew close to his position- no doubt that the small doppleganger was attempting to steal the sonic screwdriver. He'd play along for a while until the time was right and he could catch the little theif in the act. However, that moment never came as suddenly a small sneeze came from his shoulder.
The Doctor pushed aside a curtain of wires to find the chibi Doctor, eyes wide and hand clamped over his little bump of a nose. The little chibi pouted at his own defeat. Never above a little playful ribbing, the Doctor smirked and picked the wee one up by his coat and placed him back outside of the console.
As the days past the TARDIS hallways began to fill with the sound of tiny sneezes and coughs. "Doctor, I think the chibiDoctor may be coming down with a cold. Shouldn't we do something?"
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Time Lords don't get colds."
Rose responded with a punch to his arm. "Doctor, he's not a Time Lord. He's a chibi."
"Oh. Right, of course. Well, he should just take some time off from trying to nick my screwdriver and..." He stopped as he felt a tug at his pantleg. The little Rose was looking at him worried, trying to lead him out of the kitchen. "What's up?"
ChibiRose led them to the door of the little room the TARDIS had set up for the chibi pair. She opened the door, but hesitated, Her large eyes filling with tears. "What is it?" Rose asked before poking her head around the doorway. There, in a wee bed that the TARDIS had made, the poor chibiDoctor lay. He looked positively awful, pale and sweaty as he thrashed in sleep. ChibiRose meeped and ran to his side, dipping a little washcloth in a glass and mopping his forehead.
The Doctor patted the little Rose's head and pulled out the sonic screwdriver to give the little guy a scan. The wee Rose began to meep worriedly. He flashed her the same reassuring smile he gave Rose. "No worries, looks like it just a nasty little cold. A few more days and he'll be as new." Little Rose gave a meep of relief, hugging the Doctor's hand until he was quite sure he couldn't feel his fingers anymore.
Rose 'aww'ed at the sight, setting down a small cup of icewater next to the little bed and two shotglasses filled with broth. "Here, that should help a bit. And let us know if ya need anything else, ok?" ChibiRose nodded gratefully, finally letting go of the Doctor's hand.
The Doctor grinned at the two Roses, glad that this 'minature' crisis was averted. He stood up to get back to the console (and perhaps finally give into that fantasy with between the levers), when Rose giggled and directed his attention back to the sleeping minature him.
The chibiDoctor had stopped thrashing and had fallened into a more restful sleep, cuddling the sonic screwdriver to him. He meeped contently in his sleep, unaware of his larger counterpart's defeat and Rose's failed attempt not to laugh.
A few days later, the wee Doctor was up and about again, once again attempting to claim the sonic screwdriver as his own. Rose figured he must be doing better if he was back to that, until she once again heard the TARDIS's hallways echo with a sneeze.
But it wasn't the chibiDoctor that greeted her as she looked around the corner. Instead, there stood her Doctor, slightly pale and shivering, his hands cupped around his nose. "That's it. To bed, Time Lord."
"But Time Lords don't get colds!"