30 Thoughts - The Doctor Chapter 6/10
Title: 30 Thoughts ~ The Doctor 6/10
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor has a massive brain and years of experience - who really knows what goes on in the mind of his. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
A/N: Sorry if I'm posting these rather slowly. Anyway, I'm always on the look out for new word prompts so feel free to suggest!
One Four
Two Five
Three
Speaker
The speaker was babbling away, some jabber about the Proclamation of Servo or something. The Doctor tried to listen...he really did, but Rose kept distracting him. She, of course, didn’t realize that she was distracting him, but was doing just that. She kept waving a lock of hair away from her face, the lock being uncooperative. And like so many other times, he wanted to reach out and swipe it away for her, leaving his hand to linger in her hair. So instead, he forced his eyes away from her and back to the babbling speaker.
Clock
“Have you noticed, there are no clocks anywhere on the Tardis?” Rose asked one day. The Doctor looked up at her, incredulous at the question. “Why would I own a clock? I’m a Time Lord...all I know is time. Besides, I’m not about to go resetting it every time we materialize somewhere.” She shrugged at him then, unperturbed, “Just never been in a place where there wasn’t at least one clock, even one that didn’t work.” She walked off to her room not long after that. The Doctor stayed staring after her long after she’d gone. If only she knew that time was what he kept running away from.
Fan
It was hot in the Tardis one day...the Doctor had accidentally landed the Tardis on Genva, one of the hottest planets in existence. This wouldn’t have been a problem had the Tardis not chosen that day to send sparks flying about, rendering her un-fly-able at the moment. Rose was lying on the console room floor, in a shirt and shorts the Doctor felt were way too short. He busied himself, trying to fix the Tardis for departure, and after hearing Rose whine for what seemed like the thousandth hour, but which was really only ten minutes, he marched up and out of sight. He found what he was looking for in the kitchen and returned to the console room. Ignoring the confused and slightly scared look on Rose's face, he dropped down on one knee next to her, pulling a portable fan from his coat. “Here,” he said, simply. And with that, he turned back to the Tardis, making sure he didn’t stay staring at her for too long in the process.
Seven
Author: jiji_bean
Characters: Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: The Doctor has a massive brain and years of experience - who really knows what goes on in the mind of his. Here are my drabbles of what might have been.
A/N: Sorry if I'm posting these rather slowly. Anyway, I'm always on the look out for new word prompts so feel free to suggest!
One Four
Two Five
Three
Speaker
The speaker was babbling away, some jabber about the Proclamation of Servo or something. The Doctor tried to listen...he really did, but Rose kept distracting him. She, of course, didn’t realize that she was distracting him, but was doing just that. She kept waving a lock of hair away from her face, the lock being uncooperative. And like so many other times, he wanted to reach out and swipe it away for her, leaving his hand to linger in her hair. So instead, he forced his eyes away from her and back to the babbling speaker.
Clock
“Have you noticed, there are no clocks anywhere on the Tardis?” Rose asked one day. The Doctor looked up at her, incredulous at the question. “Why would I own a clock? I’m a Time Lord...all I know is time. Besides, I’m not about to go resetting it every time we materialize somewhere.” She shrugged at him then, unperturbed, “Just never been in a place where there wasn’t at least one clock, even one that didn’t work.” She walked off to her room not long after that. The Doctor stayed staring after her long after she’d gone. If only she knew that time was what he kept running away from.
Fan
It was hot in the Tardis one day...the Doctor had accidentally landed the Tardis on Genva, one of the hottest planets in existence. This wouldn’t have been a problem had the Tardis not chosen that day to send sparks flying about, rendering her un-fly-able at the moment. Rose was lying on the console room floor, in a shirt and shorts the Doctor felt were way too short. He busied himself, trying to fix the Tardis for departure, and after hearing Rose whine for what seemed like the thousandth hour, but which was really only ten minutes, he marched up and out of sight. He found what he was looking for in the kitchen and returned to the console room. Ignoring the confused and slightly scared look on Rose's face, he dropped down on one knee next to her, pulling a portable fan from his coat. “Here,” he said, simply. And with that, he turned back to the Tardis, making sure he didn’t stay staring at her for too long in the process.
Seven