Hallowe'en Fic: Fancy Dress
Title: Fancy Dress: Fourteenverse
Character/Pairing: Fourteen, Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: Aliens on a Train
Beta Unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC, used without permission
Author's Notes: Fluffy crack!Fic that is achuislemochroi 's Fault. (I dedicate the bear to you, Opal. XD )
Rose climbed aboard the train, narrowly missing a large bear as he swung around the corner.
"Sorry, Miss," an incongruously mild voice murmured as he squeezed past her in the cramped space.
Behind her the Doctor hummed. "Well, you don't see that every day."
She shifted uncomfortably in her french maid's outfit as a mime and a victim of a 1950s era horror movie (it even said 1950s horror movie victim on a sign fastened to his shirt) both in their requisite black and white clothing and make-up slipped by.
"Sign rather ruins the effect don't you think?" the Doctor said after they had vanished into the next car.
"Mmm," Rose answered distractedly, still trying to adjust her clothing. "So why did we have to go with the maid's outfit again? This one's even shorter than the last one."
"Told you, it's all they had. Can't expect much choice on Hallowe'en night."
"Suppose that's why you didn't get anything for yourself."
"I got the hat! I told you already." As proof, he pulled a brown fedora with a blue band out of one of his impossibly large pockets and waved it at her.
Rose didn't even bother asking why he wasn't actually wearing the hat.
"So, what are you supposed to be, then?"
He sputtered for a second. "Any number of things. It varies."
"Riiiight."
The Doctor regarded her for a moment then hustled her forward. "Come on, we don't want to get caught waiting while Cleo or, I dunno, Elvis goes past."
"What about Madame Du Pompadour?" Rose muttered.
They eased down a corridor, glancing at row after of row of seats filled with every imaginable character.
"Any sign of these Dela-whatis?"
"Delib'erae," he corrected. "And nope, no sign."
"What a shock."
"Rose Tyler, are you trying to imply something?"
"Oh, no. I would never dream - "
He cut off her sarcasm irritably. "Go on then."
Rose wheeled to face him. "All right. Why is it the minute Mum asks us if we can take Tony and his friends trick-or-treating, there's suddenly an alien invasion to deal with?"
His hand flew to the back of his neck. "Well, certainly the timing was -"
"And who invades a Hallowe'en party train anyway?"
"Well...."
Rose rubbed her eyes. "You'll do anything to get out of doing something overly domestic, won't you?" she said with a measure of sadness.
"No! No, it's not that. Just, well, trick-or-treating? A bit rubbish, isn't it?"
"Really? I would have thought it would be just your thing - all that sugar."
He sniffed, looking wounded. "I do not have an addiction to sugar." He paused. "Besides, it's the kids who get the treats. And your brother is not exactly the sharing type." He looked faintly put out.
Rose laughed. "No, I s'pose not."
"So," the Doctor said hopefully, tugging an ear, "isn't this better?"
Rose looked around her. "Well, if you put it that way..."
The Doctor chortled. "And?"
Rose rolled her eyes. "All right. We can stay. Doesn't help me with this awful dress through."
The Doctor immediately shed his coat and settled it on her shoulders. "There you go. All better."
"So what should we - "
"Funny you should ask. I think just though there is the dinning car. Let's have a look, shall we?"
And without another word he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the car in a single-minded pursuit of nibbles.
Character/Pairing: Fourteen, Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: Aliens on a Train
Beta Unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC, used without permission
Author's Notes: Fluffy crack!Fic that is achuislemochroi 's Fault. (I dedicate the bear to you, Opal. XD )
Rose climbed aboard the train, narrowly missing a large bear as he swung around the corner.
"Sorry, Miss," an incongruously mild voice murmured as he squeezed past her in the cramped space.
Behind her the Doctor hummed. "Well, you don't see that every day."
She shifted uncomfortably in her french maid's outfit as a mime and a victim of a 1950s era horror movie (it even said 1950s horror movie victim on a sign fastened to his shirt) both in their requisite black and white clothing and make-up slipped by.
"Sign rather ruins the effect don't you think?" the Doctor said after they had vanished into the next car.
"Mmm," Rose answered distractedly, still trying to adjust her clothing. "So why did we have to go with the maid's outfit again? This one's even shorter than the last one."
"Told you, it's all they had. Can't expect much choice on Hallowe'en night."
"Suppose that's why you didn't get anything for yourself."
"I got the hat! I told you already." As proof, he pulled a brown fedora with a blue band out of one of his impossibly large pockets and waved it at her.
Rose didn't even bother asking why he wasn't actually wearing the hat.
"So, what are you supposed to be, then?"
He sputtered for a second. "Any number of things. It varies."
"Riiiight."
The Doctor regarded her for a moment then hustled her forward. "Come on, we don't want to get caught waiting while Cleo or, I dunno, Elvis goes past."
"What about Madame Du Pompadour?" Rose muttered.
They eased down a corridor, glancing at row after of row of seats filled with every imaginable character.
"Any sign of these Dela-whatis?"
"Delib'erae," he corrected. "And nope, no sign."
"What a shock."
"Rose Tyler, are you trying to imply something?"
"Oh, no. I would never dream - "
He cut off her sarcasm irritably. "Go on then."
Rose wheeled to face him. "All right. Why is it the minute Mum asks us if we can take Tony and his friends trick-or-treating, there's suddenly an alien invasion to deal with?"
His hand flew to the back of his neck. "Well, certainly the timing was -"
"And who invades a Hallowe'en party train anyway?"
"Well...."
Rose rubbed her eyes. "You'll do anything to get out of doing something overly domestic, won't you?" she said with a measure of sadness.
"No! No, it's not that. Just, well, trick-or-treating? A bit rubbish, isn't it?"
"Really? I would have thought it would be just your thing - all that sugar."
He sniffed, looking wounded. "I do not have an addiction to sugar." He paused. "Besides, it's the kids who get the treats. And your brother is not exactly the sharing type." He looked faintly put out.
Rose laughed. "No, I s'pose not."
"So," the Doctor said hopefully, tugging an ear, "isn't this better?"
Rose looked around her. "Well, if you put it that way..."
The Doctor chortled. "And?"
Rose rolled her eyes. "All right. We can stay. Doesn't help me with this awful dress through."
The Doctor immediately shed his coat and settled it on her shoulders. "There you go. All better."
"So what should we - "
"Funny you should ask. I think just though there is the dinning car. Let's have a look, shall we?"
And without another word he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the car in a single-minded pursuit of nibbles.