Fic: Five Ways the Doctor May Have Ended Up Naked... 5/6
Title:Five Ways the Doctor May Have Ended Up Naked (But Refuses to Confirm nor Deny) and One Way He Definitely Did. 5/6
Rating: Teen
Characters/Paring: Ten/Rose, Jack, OC
Prompt: never-ever-will prompt 18, each prompt as noted at the end of each section.
Beta: achuislemochroi, milieva, & develish1
Summary: The title pretty much says it all.
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Baby!fic: five parts crack, one part fluff, and a pinch of angst. This is what happens when you get greedy and need to use seven prompts in one fic.
Previous Parts
I. Fibrous Dermatitis
II. Through the Cold and Dark
III. Inflammatory
IV. Defrabricated
V. Equality of the Sexes
Rose had just entered her twelfth hour of labour (she knew this thanks to an elapsed time clock that was hanging annoyingly in view and was so going to die a terrible death when this was over) when the Doctor gleefully announced it was time to push. A small part of her was apprehensive about this while the rest just wanted to bellow finally!. So she did.
"Just a moment, Rose," came his voice from the vicinity of the floor. "I'll be right with you. In the meantime, if you feel the urge to push, just go ahead."
Rose peered over her fully blossomed belly trying to figure out what he was doing. A contraction came and went; she pushed until her eyes crossed from the effort. When things came back into focus, he was standing in front of her beaming that slightly disconcerting, wide-toothed grin of his. Beaming and very.... Just in case she was somehow hallucinating, she moved her head to see the whole picture. Yup. Very, very... naked.
Her mouth tipped into a frown as she reconsidered fulfilling the urge to smack him.
"Doctor?"
"Hmm?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
He looked down, slightly chagrined, as if a clothes-eating alien had attacked him and he had only just noticed.
"Wellll."
Rose gritted her teeth and he was at her side in an instant, pushing her up and sliding behind her in the bed.
"I'm not," she ground out, "having a contraction." To spite her, her body chose that moment to have one.
When she could think again, she swivelled her head to glare at him.
"No, I knew you weren't,” he said, stroking her arms. "I just didn't want you to hit me."
She let her head flop back against him as she rolled her eyes.
"Explain. Now."
He sighed and she knew without looking that he was rubbing the back of his neck in agitation.
"Well, childbirth was relatively rare for my people. I mean, long-lived species that we were, we didn't see the need to have many children and the ones we did have tended to be widely-spaced. Additionally, Time Lords tended to be a very -"
"Uptight?"
"Intellectual, " he continued, as if she had not interrupted, "and saw childbirth as a rather -"
"Inconvenient?" Rose gasped out as a particularly long contraction passed.
"Less talking, more pushing," he said firmly; Rose found she couldn't disagree with his reasoning.
"Well, like I've said, we thought we were above it all and childbirth just reminded us we were, in reality, much like every other species. A fact that never ceased to humiliate us."
Rose shifted against him trying to find a better position.
"So. We reasoned that, if the mother was to be debased, um, so to speak - as in suffering the loss of modesty and dignity - the father should do likewise."
"So nudist deliveries?"
"Yes."
"So in your own way, you're being sensitive and attentive?"
"Exactly."
"That's kind of sweet."
He grinned.
"In a somewhat disturbing way," she grunted, as the baby suddenly seemed to become serious about being born.
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Prompt: rabid1st Obscure Time Lord birthing ritual.
Next: Bubbles
Rating: Teen
Characters/Paring: Ten/Rose, Jack, OC
Prompt: never-ever-will prompt 18, each prompt as noted at the end of each section.
Beta: achuislemochroi, milieva, & develish1
Summary: The title pretty much says it all.
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Baby!fic: five parts crack, one part fluff, and a pinch of angst. This is what happens when you get greedy and need to use seven prompts in one fic.
Previous Parts
I. Fibrous Dermatitis
II. Through the Cold and Dark
III. Inflammatory
IV. Defrabricated
V. Equality of the Sexes
Rose had just entered her twelfth hour of labour (she knew this thanks to an elapsed time clock that was hanging annoyingly in view and was so going to die a terrible death when this was over) when the Doctor gleefully announced it was time to push. A small part of her was apprehensive about this while the rest just wanted to bellow finally!. So she did.
"Just a moment, Rose," came his voice from the vicinity of the floor. "I'll be right with you. In the meantime, if you feel the urge to push, just go ahead."
Rose peered over her fully blossomed belly trying to figure out what he was doing. A contraction came and went; she pushed until her eyes crossed from the effort. When things came back into focus, he was standing in front of her beaming that slightly disconcerting, wide-toothed grin of his. Beaming and very.... Just in case she was somehow hallucinating, she moved her head to see the whole picture. Yup. Very, very... naked.
Her mouth tipped into a frown as she reconsidered fulfilling the urge to smack him.
"Doctor?"
"Hmm?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
He looked down, slightly chagrined, as if a clothes-eating alien had attacked him and he had only just noticed.
"Wellll."
Rose gritted her teeth and he was at her side in an instant, pushing her up and sliding behind her in the bed.
"I'm not," she ground out, "having a contraction." To spite her, her body chose that moment to have one.
When she could think again, she swivelled her head to glare at him.
"No, I knew you weren't,” he said, stroking her arms. "I just didn't want you to hit me."
She let her head flop back against him as she rolled her eyes.
"Explain. Now."
He sighed and she knew without looking that he was rubbing the back of his neck in agitation.
"Well, childbirth was relatively rare for my people. I mean, long-lived species that we were, we didn't see the need to have many children and the ones we did have tended to be widely-spaced. Additionally, Time Lords tended to be a very -"
"Uptight?"
"Intellectual, " he continued, as if she had not interrupted, "and saw childbirth as a rather -"
"Inconvenient?" Rose gasped out as a particularly long contraction passed.
"Less talking, more pushing," he said firmly; Rose found she couldn't disagree with his reasoning.
"Well, like I've said, we thought we were above it all and childbirth just reminded us we were, in reality, much like every other species. A fact that never ceased to humiliate us."
Rose shifted against him trying to find a better position.
"So. We reasoned that, if the mother was to be debased, um, so to speak - as in suffering the loss of modesty and dignity - the father should do likewise."
"So nudist deliveries?"
"Yes."
"So in your own way, you're being sensitive and attentive?"
"Exactly."
"That's kind of sweet."
He grinned.
"In a somewhat disturbing way," she grunted, as the baby suddenly seemed to become serious about being born.
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Prompt: rabid1st Obscure Time Lord birthing ritual.
Next: Bubbles