[FIC] (Doctor Who) You Shine So Brightly
Title: You Shine So Brightly
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Ten / Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)
Summary: Mis-adventure with ice creams.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to BBC and RTD & Co.
Notes: Prompt #26 - If Only I Could Make You Mine for 30_kisses (Doctor [all] and Rose Tyler). Non-beta'd, all errors are mine. Spoiler up to S2. Originally posted here.
Rose always shone so brilliantly that the Doctor had to turn his eyes away from her. He tried to direct his attention from her and protect her from anything and everything the best he could. They didn’t deserve it. He of course knew he was a magnet for trouble but it was extra hard to protect her from them. They all were attracted to her energy and fed off from it - the energy she didn’t even know leaked from her core. He would be lying he if too didn’t feed from the energy.
“Doctor, what are you staring at?”
He smirked and shook his head. “Where would you like to go today? I know this place, about ten thousand years from now. It has probably the best, bestest, ice cream in the entire universe. Even I couldn’t figure out why the ice cream there was so good. They wouldn’t tell me,” he pouted.
Rose laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t have a specific place to go yet.”
“When you have one,” he began turning the knobs and pushing the levers, “we’ll go there. But first, ice cream!”
“Deal,” she giggled and held tightly onto the side of the controls as the TARDIS moved.
The Doctor led them to this small ice cream store. Rose wondered how the Doctor knew where it was - there were hundreds or maybe even thousands on this city!
“Hello! My friend here wants to have some ice cream,” the Doctor said with his hands in his pockets.
Rose was amazed at the number of flavours. She stuck her head close to the glass and laughed and pointed to the different flavours that weren’t available or even thought of on Earth.
“What, they even have garbage, and what’s this, roadkill?” Rose turned to the Doctor and grinned, eyeing him knowingly.
“No, no, no, no - we’re not, not going to try that,” he pointed in disgust at the tail sticking out from the bowl.
She snorted. “Fine, we’ll just get something normal.”
She turned to the machine (or was it a robot? What’s the difference?) and ordered the fruit punch ice cream, “with liquor,” she added.
They left the shop and found a bench outside and sat down. She giggled as she scooped up the ice cream into her mouth and tasting the fruits. She giggled even more, licking the last of the ice cream off the spoon. “The ice cream was excellent!”
The Doctor knew he had forgotten something when he watched Rose placed the plastic cup next to her.
“Oh,” the Doctor uttered solemnly. “Oh, Rose, Rose, Rose, I’m sorry, so sorry.”
He caught her before she tumbled to the ground. Onlookers shook their respective heads at the two. He ignored them and pulled Rose back safely on the bench. He couldn’t believe he forgot about the difference in alcohol level. Not only the ingredient was different but the content they put in normal food was much, much higher. One slight shot would render any human-like body drunk. He was surprised and impressed how Rose lasted until she finished the ice cream to topple over.
The Doctor awkwardly carried Rose back to the TARDIS, trying not to drop her along the way. Bloody hell, he muttered to himself, she was a little too heavy for this version of him.
Nonetheless, he finally got her to bed and tucked her in. Rose lay quietly on her bed. The Doctor could only pull her jacket and shoes off before stopped himself from going further.
The girl still smiled radiantly even in her sleep. He could feel her warmth seeping towards him even though he wasn’t physically touching her. She would make someone very happy when she finally left him.
The Doctor kissed her forehead and whispered “good night and sweet dreams, my Rose.”
He quietly closed the door to her room and smiled to himself as he stopped in front of her room. He took a deep breath and made his way to the TARDIS controls.
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Ten / Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)
Summary: Mis-adventure with ice creams.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to BBC and RTD & Co.
Notes: Prompt #26 - If Only I Could Make You Mine for 30_kisses (Doctor [all] and Rose Tyler). Non-beta'd, all errors are mine. Spoiler up to S2. Originally posted here.
Rose always shone so brilliantly that the Doctor had to turn his eyes away from her. He tried to direct his attention from her and protect her from anything and everything the best he could. They didn’t deserve it. He of course knew he was a magnet for trouble but it was extra hard to protect her from them. They all were attracted to her energy and fed off from it - the energy she didn’t even know leaked from her core. He would be lying he if too didn’t feed from the energy.
“Doctor, what are you staring at?”
He smirked and shook his head. “Where would you like to go today? I know this place, about ten thousand years from now. It has probably the best, bestest, ice cream in the entire universe. Even I couldn’t figure out why the ice cream there was so good. They wouldn’t tell me,” he pouted.
Rose laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t have a specific place to go yet.”
“When you have one,” he began turning the knobs and pushing the levers, “we’ll go there. But first, ice cream!”
“Deal,” she giggled and held tightly onto the side of the controls as the TARDIS moved.
The Doctor led them to this small ice cream store. Rose wondered how the Doctor knew where it was - there were hundreds or maybe even thousands on this city!
“Hello! My friend here wants to have some ice cream,” the Doctor said with his hands in his pockets.
Rose was amazed at the number of flavours. She stuck her head close to the glass and laughed and pointed to the different flavours that weren’t available or even thought of on Earth.
“What, they even have garbage, and what’s this, roadkill?” Rose turned to the Doctor and grinned, eyeing him knowingly.
“No, no, no, no - we’re not, not going to try that,” he pointed in disgust at the tail sticking out from the bowl.
She snorted. “Fine, we’ll just get something normal.”
She turned to the machine (or was it a robot? What’s the difference?) and ordered the fruit punch ice cream, “with liquor,” she added.
They left the shop and found a bench outside and sat down. She giggled as she scooped up the ice cream into her mouth and tasting the fruits. She giggled even more, licking the last of the ice cream off the spoon. “The ice cream was excellent!”
The Doctor knew he had forgotten something when he watched Rose placed the plastic cup next to her.
“Oh,” the Doctor uttered solemnly. “Oh, Rose, Rose, Rose, I’m sorry, so sorry.”
He caught her before she tumbled to the ground. Onlookers shook their respective heads at the two. He ignored them and pulled Rose back safely on the bench. He couldn’t believe he forgot about the difference in alcohol level. Not only the ingredient was different but the content they put in normal food was much, much higher. One slight shot would render any human-like body drunk. He was surprised and impressed how Rose lasted until she finished the ice cream to topple over.
The Doctor awkwardly carried Rose back to the TARDIS, trying not to drop her along the way. Bloody hell, he muttered to himself, she was a little too heavy for this version of him.
Nonetheless, he finally got her to bed and tucked her in. Rose lay quietly on her bed. The Doctor could only pull her jacket and shoes off before stopped himself from going further.
The girl still smiled radiantly even in her sleep. He could feel her warmth seeping towards him even though he wasn’t physically touching her. She would make someone very happy when she finally left him.
The Doctor kissed her forehead and whispered “good night and sweet dreams, my Rose.”
He quietly closed the door to her room and smiled to himself as he stopped in front of her room. He took a deep breath and made his way to the TARDIS controls.