Fic: The Power of A Shipper 2/5
Title: The Power Of A Shipper
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Through Doomsday
Disclaimer: Tisn't mine.
Summary: You know the universe isn't quite right when you can make jars of marmalade appear in your hand and magic yourself into Rose Tyler's bed.
Notes: Thanks for all the feedback!!
Chapter One
Rose had done some downright stupid things in her life time, but opening the door of her old refrigerator whose contents had been sitting there for at least two years had to be the stupidest to date.
“Ew, oh-God!” She exclaimed, scrunching her nose up and slamming the refrigerator door. Her hands flew up to her nose. “Yuck, yuck, yuck!” Sinking down to the floor, she continued to whimper and hold her nose as if it had been severely wounded.
The Doctor poked his head through the kitchen doorway. “How’s breakfast going?”
Rose shot him a dirty look, and then pointed at the offending refrigerator accusingly. “That-that thing is evil!”
He smirked, shoulders shaking. “Not very domestic, are we? Not three minutes in the kitchen and you’re already accusing the appliances as self-aware evil beings. Tut-tut, Rose.”
She glared at him, “Oh, and you’re one to talk, Mister A-Proper-House-With-Doors-And-Carpets!” Her quote from that time ago made not only the Doctor, but inadvertently her as well, her tongue poking out between her teeth.
The Doctor broke the moment, asking, “So! Dame Rose, would you like me to dispel of the evil in your refrigerator?”
Rose’s eyes widened in genuine horror. “No, ya can’t!” Leaping to her feet, arms outstretched in warning, “It might…eat you.”
He raised an eyebrow. Mockingly, “What? Has the cheese decided to avenge all his long-lost eaten brothers-by turning the tables?” He said jokingly, his voice faltering only a fraction. Rose made no reply, a somber expression gracing her features. “It can’t be that bad,” said the Doctor, though a bit uncertainly. Moving towards the appliance, he grabbed the handle and pulled it open. As soon as the door was open it was closed, and the Doctor spun around to look at Rose.
“Who wants chips?” He grinned her favorite manic grin.
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Rose grimaced as she attempted to pat down her rather balloon-like pink top. It had been from her high school years, and she had been a lot…heavier back then. She was a twig compared to her figure back then, and she looked absolutely ridiculous in these old clothes. The Doctor, poor him, was wearing another of the infamous Howard’s jim-jams, but he still appeared more dignified than her. Really, she would kill to find out his secret of looking so damn handsome all the time.
Declaring her top a helpless cause, Rose went back to eating the fries she had bought her and the Doctor with some pocket money she had found on her dresser. “Mmm,” Rose gurgled appreciatively, swallowing, “This is much better than alive monster cheese-stuffs in the ‘fridge. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had good chips? The stuff on the other world is rubbish, lemme tell you!”
She looked up to share another smile with him, but his gaze was fixed onto her chest. Rose scoffed. “Er, Doctor? Not that I’m not flattered or anything, but could you look at my face?”
He eyes darted to meet her? “What? Where you saying something?”
Rose could only roll her eyes. “You were staring at my chest.”
His brown furrowed in protest. “Oi, no I wasn’t.” Off her look, “Not I think your er…are…er…not nice to look at but…uh…” He exhaled. “Did you change your shirt?”
“What are you on about?” said Rose, “How could I change my shirt in the middle of a chip shop? See, my shirt is exactly like…” She looked down. No longer did she wear the pink balloon, but blue one she wore when they went to New Earth. “Oh,” she uttered.
“Yeah: oh,” said the Doctor, and he inadvertently reached for his sonic screwdriver-however, Howard didn’t exactly keep a regular supply of them. All the same, after a bit of flailing on the Doctor’s side, his trusty sonic screwdriver appeared in his hand. Blinking, the Doctor decided not to question it and began to scan Rose’s chest.
“Um, Doctor?” Rose threw him a look. There was no mistake in its meaning: “Stop buzzing my chest or you’ll get a smack.” The Doctor decided to ignore that look for now.
“That’s weird. That’s…really weird. Impossible! What’s wrong with you?” He gave the screwdriver a bop.
“It did just appear out of thin air,” said Rose.
“Well yes, but it’s telling me that your shirt is just…a shirt.” He exhaled in frustration, and pulled the screwdriver away from, eyes still glued to the readings.
“And they say you’re a genius.”
“Oi!” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t feel the TARDIS right now, and that worries me. I don’t function well when the TARDIS isn’t near.” He finally stopped buzzing, and returned her gaze.
Her eyes softened. “D’you wanna go find her?” The Doctor merely grinned as he took her hand and dragged her out of the shop.
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“So, let’s jus’ get this clear-you took parts from the dishwasher, the oven, and the microwave and made…what?” Rose asked, eyeing the skinny form of the Doctor that sat on the tile, who was presently tinkering with something that looked an awful lot like the temperature knob on her oven and another part that she had seen him take out of the back of the microwave.
“A scanner for alien tech.” He told her absently. “And making, not made. I still need something to reverse the polarity.”
“Finally!” Rose exclaimed, startling him, “Some Spock!”
The Doctor sniffed at her and went back to his tinkering. “Well, my usually system would not work in this situation. I can’t just go around and look for a blue box. Not with this level, well, lack of telepathy between the TARDIS and me. This,” he flicked the end of the device in his hand, “will search the area around us for extraterrestrial technology with a radius of, er…twelve feet?”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Nice. Any way to boost that distance up a bit?”
“That’s what I’m working on.” Frustrated, he dealt the device a rather heavy blow. Nothing seemed to change.
“I don’t think that does anything, Doctor,” commented Rose from her seat on the kitchen countertop.
“It’s the soda machine principle,” the Doctor said absently as he bopped it again, “It you hit it hard enough something will rattle about and make it work.”
“Is that your super-scientific theory, then?”
“Well I bet it’s better than any theory you could come up with,” he snapped.
“That was rude, Doctor.”
“Well, do you blame me? I’m still not ginger. I mean, right after you left-right after, I met this ginger called Donna. The universe just likes to rub it in, doesn’t it? And I met another one…what was her name? Hannah or Anna or Nan or something…”
Right then, a huge puff of golden smoke erupted from the device in the Doctor’s hands. Burrowing her face in her elbow, Rose coughed and waited until the smoke dissipated.
“Awh!!” The Doctor yelped, and the foreign words which came out his mouth following-Gallifreyan, probably-he said likes expletives. Again, they probably were.
“What happened?” Rose hopped off the counter and crouched beside him.
“It…exploded,” was the Doctor’s explanation.
“Oh, I got that,” said Rose with a chuckle. Looking up, she then placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Doctor. How is that possible?”
The Doctor’s gazed drifted upward.
POLICE PUBLIC-CALL BOX glowed familiarly at the top of a big, blue box.
“What?"
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: Through Doomsday
Disclaimer: Tisn't mine.
Summary: You know the universe isn't quite right when you can make jars of marmalade appear in your hand and magic yourself into Rose Tyler's bed.
Notes: Thanks for all the feedback!!
Chapter One
Rose had done some downright stupid things in her life time, but opening the door of her old refrigerator whose contents had been sitting there for at least two years had to be the stupidest to date.
“Ew, oh-God!” She exclaimed, scrunching her nose up and slamming the refrigerator door. Her hands flew up to her nose. “Yuck, yuck, yuck!” Sinking down to the floor, she continued to whimper and hold her nose as if it had been severely wounded.
The Doctor poked his head through the kitchen doorway. “How’s breakfast going?”
Rose shot him a dirty look, and then pointed at the offending refrigerator accusingly. “That-that thing is evil!”
He smirked, shoulders shaking. “Not very domestic, are we? Not three minutes in the kitchen and you’re already accusing the appliances as self-aware evil beings. Tut-tut, Rose.”
She glared at him, “Oh, and you’re one to talk, Mister A-Proper-House-With-Doors-And-Carpets!” Her quote from that time ago made not only the Doctor, but inadvertently her as well, her tongue poking out between her teeth.
The Doctor broke the moment, asking, “So! Dame Rose, would you like me to dispel of the evil in your refrigerator?”
Rose’s eyes widened in genuine horror. “No, ya can’t!” Leaping to her feet, arms outstretched in warning, “It might…eat you.”
He raised an eyebrow. Mockingly, “What? Has the cheese decided to avenge all his long-lost eaten brothers-by turning the tables?” He said jokingly, his voice faltering only a fraction. Rose made no reply, a somber expression gracing her features. “It can’t be that bad,” said the Doctor, though a bit uncertainly. Moving towards the appliance, he grabbed the handle and pulled it open. As soon as the door was open it was closed, and the Doctor spun around to look at Rose.
“Who wants chips?” He grinned her favorite manic grin.
0000
Rose grimaced as she attempted to pat down her rather balloon-like pink top. It had been from her high school years, and she had been a lot…heavier back then. She was a twig compared to her figure back then, and she looked absolutely ridiculous in these old clothes. The Doctor, poor him, was wearing another of the infamous Howard’s jim-jams, but he still appeared more dignified than her. Really, she would kill to find out his secret of looking so damn handsome all the time.
Declaring her top a helpless cause, Rose went back to eating the fries she had bought her and the Doctor with some pocket money she had found on her dresser. “Mmm,” Rose gurgled appreciatively, swallowing, “This is much better than alive monster cheese-stuffs in the ‘fridge. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had good chips? The stuff on the other world is rubbish, lemme tell you!”
She looked up to share another smile with him, but his gaze was fixed onto her chest. Rose scoffed. “Er, Doctor? Not that I’m not flattered or anything, but could you look at my face?”
He eyes darted to meet her? “What? Where you saying something?”
Rose could only roll her eyes. “You were staring at my chest.”
His brown furrowed in protest. “Oi, no I wasn’t.” Off her look, “Not I think your er…are…er…not nice to look at but…uh…” He exhaled. “Did you change your shirt?”
“What are you on about?” said Rose, “How could I change my shirt in the middle of a chip shop? See, my shirt is exactly like…” She looked down. No longer did she wear the pink balloon, but blue one she wore when they went to New Earth. “Oh,” she uttered.
“Yeah: oh,” said the Doctor, and he inadvertently reached for his sonic screwdriver-however, Howard didn’t exactly keep a regular supply of them. All the same, after a bit of flailing on the Doctor’s side, his trusty sonic screwdriver appeared in his hand. Blinking, the Doctor decided not to question it and began to scan Rose’s chest.
“Um, Doctor?” Rose threw him a look. There was no mistake in its meaning: “Stop buzzing my chest or you’ll get a smack.” The Doctor decided to ignore that look for now.
“That’s weird. That’s…really weird. Impossible! What’s wrong with you?” He gave the screwdriver a bop.
“It did just appear out of thin air,” said Rose.
“Well yes, but it’s telling me that your shirt is just…a shirt.” He exhaled in frustration, and pulled the screwdriver away from, eyes still glued to the readings.
“And they say you’re a genius.”
“Oi!” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t feel the TARDIS right now, and that worries me. I don’t function well when the TARDIS isn’t near.” He finally stopped buzzing, and returned her gaze.
Her eyes softened. “D’you wanna go find her?” The Doctor merely grinned as he took her hand and dragged her out of the shop.
0000
“So, let’s jus’ get this clear-you took parts from the dishwasher, the oven, and the microwave and made…what?” Rose asked, eyeing the skinny form of the Doctor that sat on the tile, who was presently tinkering with something that looked an awful lot like the temperature knob on her oven and another part that she had seen him take out of the back of the microwave.
“A scanner for alien tech.” He told her absently. “And making, not made. I still need something to reverse the polarity.”
“Finally!” Rose exclaimed, startling him, “Some Spock!”
The Doctor sniffed at her and went back to his tinkering. “Well, my usually system would not work in this situation. I can’t just go around and look for a blue box. Not with this level, well, lack of telepathy between the TARDIS and me. This,” he flicked the end of the device in his hand, “will search the area around us for extraterrestrial technology with a radius of, er…twelve feet?”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Nice. Any way to boost that distance up a bit?”
“That’s what I’m working on.” Frustrated, he dealt the device a rather heavy blow. Nothing seemed to change.
“I don’t think that does anything, Doctor,” commented Rose from her seat on the kitchen countertop.
“It’s the soda machine principle,” the Doctor said absently as he bopped it again, “It you hit it hard enough something will rattle about and make it work.”
“Is that your super-scientific theory, then?”
“Well I bet it’s better than any theory you could come up with,” he snapped.
“That was rude, Doctor.”
“Well, do you blame me? I’m still not ginger. I mean, right after you left-right after, I met this ginger called Donna. The universe just likes to rub it in, doesn’t it? And I met another one…what was her name? Hannah or Anna or Nan or something…”
Right then, a huge puff of golden smoke erupted from the device in the Doctor’s hands. Burrowing her face in her elbow, Rose coughed and waited until the smoke dissipated.
“Awh!!” The Doctor yelped, and the foreign words which came out his mouth following-Gallifreyan, probably-he said likes expletives. Again, they probably were.
“What happened?” Rose hopped off the counter and crouched beside him.
“It…exploded,” was the Doctor’s explanation.
“Oh, I got that,” said Rose with a chuckle. Looking up, she then placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Doctor. How is that possible?”
The Doctor’s gazed drifted upward.
POLICE PUBLIC-CALL BOX glowed familiarly at the top of a big, blue box.
“What?"