Doctor Who Fic: Rose, River, and Guns
Title: Rose, River, and Guns
Characters/Pairings: 11, Rose, River
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Warnings/Spoilers: Post-Day of the Moon
Words: 212
Series: None
Status: Completed
Summary: “Oh, and this is my friend, River; nice hair, clever, has her own gun. I don't like that she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that; kinda do a bit.”
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership.
Author's Note: Just a humorous double-ish drabble in light of tonight's season finale. I never thought my first, completed Doctor Who fic would be about 11, Rose, and River. Who woulda thunk? I’m not a huge fan of 11/Rose or of 11/River at all, but after re-watching Day of the Moon, I couldn’t help it. XD
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“Oh, and this is my friend, River; nice hair, clever, has her own gun. I don't like that she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that; kinda do a bit.”
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Lounging around in the console room after Rory and Amy went to bed, the Doctor wondered why he suddenly found a woman who handled a gun attractive. He'd never found deadly weapons appealing. He rarely, if ever handled one, especially after the Time War.
During his ninth regeneration, he took hold of a gun in order to destroy, what he'd thought at the time, the last Dalek in existence. Rose had stopped him.
During his tenth regeneration, he abhorred the thought of any deadly weapon. But…during that same regeneration, when he was reunited with Rose Tyler, and he'd seen her carrying that huge gun…it…did things to him. Things he didn't have time to think about, what with almost regenerating, and the Daleks taking over Earth, with twenty-six other planets. When he went to visit her in early 2005 as he was regenerating into his current body, all he could remember was the pink and yellow girl with a brilliant smile, carrying a big gun.
So yes, he found River handling a gun slightly attractive.
He still didn't understand why.
Characters/Pairings: 11, Rose, River
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Warnings/Spoilers: Post-Day of the Moon
Words: 212
Series: None
Status: Completed
Summary: “Oh, and this is my friend, River; nice hair, clever, has her own gun. I don't like that she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that; kinda do a bit.”
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership.
Author's Note: Just a humorous double-ish drabble in light of tonight's season finale. I never thought my first, completed Doctor Who fic would be about 11, Rose, and River. Who woulda thunk? I’m not a huge fan of 11/Rose or of 11/River at all, but after re-watching Day of the Moon, I couldn’t help it. XD
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Oh, and this is my friend, River; nice hair, clever, has her own gun. I don't like that she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that; kinda do a bit.”
--
Lounging around in the console room after Rory and Amy went to bed, the Doctor wondered why he suddenly found a woman who handled a gun attractive. He'd never found deadly weapons appealing. He rarely, if ever handled one, especially after the Time War.
During his ninth regeneration, he took hold of a gun in order to destroy, what he'd thought at the time, the last Dalek in existence. Rose had stopped him.
During his tenth regeneration, he abhorred the thought of any deadly weapon. But…during that same regeneration, when he was reunited with Rose Tyler, and he'd seen her carrying that huge gun…it…did things to him. Things he didn't have time to think about, what with almost regenerating, and the Daleks taking over Earth, with twenty-six other planets. When he went to visit her in early 2005 as he was regenerating into his current body, all he could remember was the pink and yellow girl with a brilliant smile, carrying a big gun.
So yes, he found River handling a gun slightly attractive.
He still didn't understand why.