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Slitheen Attack, TenII/Rose, Tony, PG-13
“RAAAWWRRR! I’m a Savvine!!” shouted the naked little five-year old green boy in the tub... 1,760 w.
Prompt:
"Not a shower? A bath? Did you put some scented bath salts in it?"
"I took a very masculine bath," said Martin.
She sniffed him again. "What scent did you use?
"A manly scent," he said. "Rock. I took a rock-scented bath."
Lorrie Moore
Coming down the hallway from the laundry, Rose could hear two animated voices in playful conversation.
“And do you know? It was Rose who knew they were no good. Saved my life that day she did-“
“Wow…” whispered a little voice, clearly impressed.
“Yeah, ‘wow,’” agreed the Doctor. “Cos Tony, I’ll tell you a secret… Your sister? She’s amazing!”
“Yeah…” breathed her little brother, clearly entranced with the idea of his big sister saving the Doctor.
Rose paused with an armful of warm fluffy towels outside the door to the bathroom and listened to the adorable exchange between two-thirds of the important men in her life. Her heart did a little fluttery dance as she took quiet note of the infinite patience and delight the Doctor took in her brother. The way the two of them got on was beyond cute. It was pretty amazing how quickly he had adjusted to his new life and her family. Even babysitting was exciting enough for him-something she never thought he’d tolerate-but now that he was here, seemed perfectly suited for. Her fingers dreamily twisted the toasty little nubbins of terry cloth as she drifted off into The Land of Domesticated Bliss on the puffy clouds of lavender fabric softener, just happy to listen to them: Her Doctor and his hero-in-training.
“So! What do we say to the baddies?”
“Name, species and galacticate-“ Tony struggled.
“Gal-ac-tick,” stressed the Doctor, helpfully.
“…Galac-tick… Galactic!” She heard splashing as he sounded it out.
“You got it, buddy!”
“…Name, species and galactic coordinates!”
“By George, I think he’s got it!”
“And then you blast ‘em away!!” shrieked the excitable boy, accompanied with a lot more splashing.
“Uh. No… No, Tony. We don’t. Y’see-“
Rose thought that just now, another rescue for the Doctor was in order. “Knock, knock,” she sang as she rapped on the door.
The sing-song reply from Tony and the Doctor came from the other side, “Come in!”
With a little half-smile at the familiar routine, Rose pushed open the door. Her smile evaporated as she gaped in astonishment: For there was her little brother, standing up in the tub-naked, save for being covered from head to knees in soap suds and blotchy green bath paint. The Doctor sat on the floor next to the tub, washcloth in hand, looking to be almost as wet and soap-covered as her brother-but not nearly as naked in his rolled-up shirtsleeves and damp trousers.
“RAAAWWRRR! I’m a Savvine!!” shouted the naked little five-year old green boy in the tub, his commitment to his role causing the multitude of bath toys around him to bob like the very Earth trembled in his horrible presence. Staring in disbelief, Rose was shorting out her brain by attempting to choose between doing several things at once-listen, interpret, keep from shouting in frustration or laughing hysterically. Instead of any of them, she cocked her head at the Doctor, looking at him pointedly, seeing as how it was he who was supposed to have been the Supervising Adult in this situation whilst she had gone to the laundry room to fetch his towel from the dryer. She sighed. It appeared that yet another Tyler had the Doctor wrapped completely around their finger.
“He’s…um… A Slitheen,” offered the Doctor by way of helpful explanation, his eyes widening, waiting for the lecture he knew was in the offing.
“Oh really?” queried Rose, resting most of the towels in her arms on the lid of the hamper, trying to keep the corners of her mouth from quirking up. She looked from the Doctor to her brother and back to the Doctor again. “I thought you two were supposed to be finishing up for bedtime?”
“Savvine attack!!” yelled Tony, showing his claws and what he probably imagined were his horrible fangs, clearly still amped up from all of the Mr. Freeze pops the Doctor had shared with him over three hours ago.
“Yeeaaah,” the Doctor drawled, “there was a Slitheen attack…” He dipped his hand into the sudsy water in the tub and pulled out a slender silver object. Shaking the excess water off his waterlogged sonic he added, “they won… apparently. This time.”
At the Doctor’s admission of defeat, little green Tony threw his hands up in victory and then smugly put his hands on his bony, bare hips and grinned like a maniac. “You are defeated! Monsters rule the galaxy!”
Then he did his very best impersonation of the cackling laugh of an evil mastermind.
The Doctor hung his head and bit his lip in mock defeat.
Watching the ridiculous tableau, Rose stifled a chortle and took a step towards the bath. “Well, monsters may rule the galaxy, but they do not rule this bathroom. Y’know why?” Tony eyed his sister warily. “Because,” she continued, “this is the Tyler house and we Tylers are born Defenders of the Universe!” With a flourish, she flapped a towel behind her and wrapped it around her shoulders like a cape. “Isn’t that right, Doctor?”
“That’s my Rose!” crowed the Doctor, standing up and snapping off a salute.
“Doctor, let’s give our guest from outer space the…Torchwood treatment,” said Rose, archly.
Tony gave an excited squeal. “No, no! Not the Torchwood treatsments!”
“Yes, I think so. That’s exactly what’s done with little green monsters that don’t co-operate with their big sisters! If you are a monster you must be disinfected and contained.” Rose swooped in and tickled his green tummy, making him squeal in delight.
“I’m not a monster! I’m Tony!” he squeaked, knowing the jig was up.
“Well, you’re all green-how am I to tell? Are you trying to trick me, monster?”
“I’m Tony! I’m Tony!” He laughed, clearly enjoying the game. Plopping himself back down in the tub, he began splashing water over himself in an effort to wash off the green.
The Doctor handed Rose the washcloth and bent over to grab the shower head. Together they washed off all the evidence of a diminutive attacking alien. In no time at all he was back to squeaky clean.
“All pink and yellow again, Ma’am,” declared the Doctor, returning the shower nozzle to its holder as Rose wrapped the once-again-human Tony snugly in the towel and kissed his nose. “Yep. Looks like a little boy again to me.”
“Yes, but the Slitheen are a tricky lot,” added Rose in a doubtful tone. “So, I’m going to take him to his room for bedtime and make sure he doesn’t transform again.”
“I can stay and clean up things here,” proposed the Doctor. “Let me know if he needs sedating…or sonicing,” he finished, getting a giggle from Tony as he poked him in the stomach.
“You heard ‘em, Slitheen,” said Rose as she grabbed him around the middle and lugged him like a bag of luggage out of the bathroom giggling. “Behave or the Doctor’ll sonic you!”
The Doctor could hear brother and sister giggling all the way down the hallway to his room for “containment.”
…
It had taken Rose a good thirty minutes to get Tony settled for bed, wrapped in his dinosaur print footy pajamas and securely tucked into bed. He had also insisted upon two bedtime stories and a song before finally dozing off. Once she walked out of his room she felt like she’d gone four rounds with a Slitheen herself.
As she walked wearily down the hall to their guestroom, she found the Doctor-still in the bathroom-wearing only a towel around his waist. His clothes were in a pile on the floor and he was rubbing his wet hair with another smaller towel. As she came in he noticed her staring.
“I cleaned up the room and then I noticed that I was such a mess I decided I might as well clean up too,” he said before he returned to vigorously towel drying his hair.
Rose looked in the tub and saw the telltale remnants of the soapy suds of her brother’s kiddie brand of super hero bubble bath clinging to the side of the tub.
“Doctor, did you take a bath?” she asked.
“Yes, I took a bath,” he stated simply.
"Not a shower? A bath?” she asked. He pulled his towel tighter around him, defensively. She sniffed his shoulder suspiciously. “Did you put some scented bath salts in it?"
"It was a very masculine bath," said the Doctor, assuredly.
She sniffed him again. "Oh yeah? What scent did you use?”
“A manly scent," he said, and blurted out the first thing he could think of. “Rock… I took a rock-scented bath."
“Oh. That’s what I smell. I never realised rocks smelled like bubble gum… Did you play with all his toys, too?” she asked, tongue between her teeth.
“Rose, really. What do you take me for?”
She nodded at him as her lips curled upwards. When all was said and done, she knew he was really just a six-year-old boy masquerading as a 900 year-old alien with a blue suit and a decent, responsible, planet-saving job. He turned away back to drying his hair.
When he turned back towards her about two minutes later he was shocked to discover her naked and smeared with her brother’s green bath paint, just standing there waiting for him to notice her.
“Um …Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“You’re uh, green.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“…And aahh. Naked.”
“It would appear so, Doctor.”
He ran a hand through his hair, speechless.
“Really, Doctor-Do you always get this flustered when you encounter a naked alien?” Since his face was still blank, she prompted him: “Isn't this where you say: ‘Name, species and galactic coordinates…’”
“Well, it’s just that while many aliens-including Slitheen-are known to appear, uh… in the buff,” stammered the Doctor. “It’s just that not all of them-in fact, very few of them, even-can look so…ahh. So appealing.”
“Are you monologuing again, hero?” Rose asked.
“Who, me?" he spluttered. "It’s just that I remember what happened the last time you covered yourself in paint, Rose. It wasn’t exactly our finest moment.”
“Silly. That was gold latex,” she corrected him. “Besides, this is non-toxic.”
“Yeah…?” he questioned, a little slow on the uptake.
“Means it’s edible.”
He gave her the once-over. “Oh,” he said darkly, getting the picture she was sketching out for him.
She slyly flipped the lock on the doorknob.
“Doctor… I think I need the Torchwood treatment,” she purred. “Oh, yeah-and maybe a little sonicing, too…”
One of the Doctor’s eyebrows quirked upwards.
He let his towel drop.
“RAAAWWRRR! I’m a Savvine!!” shouted the naked little five-year old green boy in the tub... 1,760 w.
Prompt:
"Not a shower? A bath? Did you put some scented bath salts in it?"
"I took a very masculine bath," said Martin.
She sniffed him again. "What scent did you use?
"A manly scent," he said. "Rock. I took a rock-scented bath."
Lorrie Moore
Coming down the hallway from the laundry, Rose could hear two animated voices in playful conversation.
“And do you know? It was Rose who knew they were no good. Saved my life that day she did-“
“Wow…” whispered a little voice, clearly impressed.
“Yeah, ‘wow,’” agreed the Doctor. “Cos Tony, I’ll tell you a secret… Your sister? She’s amazing!”
“Yeah…” breathed her little brother, clearly entranced with the idea of his big sister saving the Doctor.
Rose paused with an armful of warm fluffy towels outside the door to the bathroom and listened to the adorable exchange between two-thirds of the important men in her life. Her heart did a little fluttery dance as she took quiet note of the infinite patience and delight the Doctor took in her brother. The way the two of them got on was beyond cute. It was pretty amazing how quickly he had adjusted to his new life and her family. Even babysitting was exciting enough for him-something she never thought he’d tolerate-but now that he was here, seemed perfectly suited for. Her fingers dreamily twisted the toasty little nubbins of terry cloth as she drifted off into The Land of Domesticated Bliss on the puffy clouds of lavender fabric softener, just happy to listen to them: Her Doctor and his hero-in-training.
“So! What do we say to the baddies?”
“Name, species and galacticate-“ Tony struggled.
“Gal-ac-tick,” stressed the Doctor, helpfully.
“…Galac-tick… Galactic!” She heard splashing as he sounded it out.
“You got it, buddy!”
“…Name, species and galactic coordinates!”
“By George, I think he’s got it!”
“And then you blast ‘em away!!” shrieked the excitable boy, accompanied with a lot more splashing.
“Uh. No… No, Tony. We don’t. Y’see-“
Rose thought that just now, another rescue for the Doctor was in order. “Knock, knock,” she sang as she rapped on the door.
The sing-song reply from Tony and the Doctor came from the other side, “Come in!”
With a little half-smile at the familiar routine, Rose pushed open the door. Her smile evaporated as she gaped in astonishment: For there was her little brother, standing up in the tub-naked, save for being covered from head to knees in soap suds and blotchy green bath paint. The Doctor sat on the floor next to the tub, washcloth in hand, looking to be almost as wet and soap-covered as her brother-but not nearly as naked in his rolled-up shirtsleeves and damp trousers.
“RAAAWWRRR! I’m a Savvine!!” shouted the naked little five-year old green boy in the tub, his commitment to his role causing the multitude of bath toys around him to bob like the very Earth trembled in his horrible presence. Staring in disbelief, Rose was shorting out her brain by attempting to choose between doing several things at once-listen, interpret, keep from shouting in frustration or laughing hysterically. Instead of any of them, she cocked her head at the Doctor, looking at him pointedly, seeing as how it was he who was supposed to have been the Supervising Adult in this situation whilst she had gone to the laundry room to fetch his towel from the dryer. She sighed. It appeared that yet another Tyler had the Doctor wrapped completely around their finger.
“He’s…um… A Slitheen,” offered the Doctor by way of helpful explanation, his eyes widening, waiting for the lecture he knew was in the offing.
“Oh really?” queried Rose, resting most of the towels in her arms on the lid of the hamper, trying to keep the corners of her mouth from quirking up. She looked from the Doctor to her brother and back to the Doctor again. “I thought you two were supposed to be finishing up for bedtime?”
“Savvine attack!!” yelled Tony, showing his claws and what he probably imagined were his horrible fangs, clearly still amped up from all of the Mr. Freeze pops the Doctor had shared with him over three hours ago.
“Yeeaaah,” the Doctor drawled, “there was a Slitheen attack…” He dipped his hand into the sudsy water in the tub and pulled out a slender silver object. Shaking the excess water off his waterlogged sonic he added, “they won… apparently. This time.”
At the Doctor’s admission of defeat, little green Tony threw his hands up in victory and then smugly put his hands on his bony, bare hips and grinned like a maniac. “You are defeated! Monsters rule the galaxy!”
Then he did his very best impersonation of the cackling laugh of an evil mastermind.
The Doctor hung his head and bit his lip in mock defeat.
Watching the ridiculous tableau, Rose stifled a chortle and took a step towards the bath. “Well, monsters may rule the galaxy, but they do not rule this bathroom. Y’know why?” Tony eyed his sister warily. “Because,” she continued, “this is the Tyler house and we Tylers are born Defenders of the Universe!” With a flourish, she flapped a towel behind her and wrapped it around her shoulders like a cape. “Isn’t that right, Doctor?”
“That’s my Rose!” crowed the Doctor, standing up and snapping off a salute.
“Doctor, let’s give our guest from outer space the…Torchwood treatment,” said Rose, archly.
Tony gave an excited squeal. “No, no! Not the Torchwood treatsments!”
“Yes, I think so. That’s exactly what’s done with little green monsters that don’t co-operate with their big sisters! If you are a monster you must be disinfected and contained.” Rose swooped in and tickled his green tummy, making him squeal in delight.
“I’m not a monster! I’m Tony!” he squeaked, knowing the jig was up.
“Well, you’re all green-how am I to tell? Are you trying to trick me, monster?”
“I’m Tony! I’m Tony!” He laughed, clearly enjoying the game. Plopping himself back down in the tub, he began splashing water over himself in an effort to wash off the green.
The Doctor handed Rose the washcloth and bent over to grab the shower head. Together they washed off all the evidence of a diminutive attacking alien. In no time at all he was back to squeaky clean.
“All pink and yellow again, Ma’am,” declared the Doctor, returning the shower nozzle to its holder as Rose wrapped the once-again-human Tony snugly in the towel and kissed his nose. “Yep. Looks like a little boy again to me.”
“Yes, but the Slitheen are a tricky lot,” added Rose in a doubtful tone. “So, I’m going to take him to his room for bedtime and make sure he doesn’t transform again.”
“I can stay and clean up things here,” proposed the Doctor. “Let me know if he needs sedating…or sonicing,” he finished, getting a giggle from Tony as he poked him in the stomach.
“You heard ‘em, Slitheen,” said Rose as she grabbed him around the middle and lugged him like a bag of luggage out of the bathroom giggling. “Behave or the Doctor’ll sonic you!”
The Doctor could hear brother and sister giggling all the way down the hallway to his room for “containment.”
…
It had taken Rose a good thirty minutes to get Tony settled for bed, wrapped in his dinosaur print footy pajamas and securely tucked into bed. He had also insisted upon two bedtime stories and a song before finally dozing off. Once she walked out of his room she felt like she’d gone four rounds with a Slitheen herself.
As she walked wearily down the hall to their guestroom, she found the Doctor-still in the bathroom-wearing only a towel around his waist. His clothes were in a pile on the floor and he was rubbing his wet hair with another smaller towel. As she came in he noticed her staring.
“I cleaned up the room and then I noticed that I was such a mess I decided I might as well clean up too,” he said before he returned to vigorously towel drying his hair.
Rose looked in the tub and saw the telltale remnants of the soapy suds of her brother’s kiddie brand of super hero bubble bath clinging to the side of the tub.
“Doctor, did you take a bath?” she asked.
“Yes, I took a bath,” he stated simply.
"Not a shower? A bath?” she asked. He pulled his towel tighter around him, defensively. She sniffed his shoulder suspiciously. “Did you put some scented bath salts in it?"
"It was a very masculine bath," said the Doctor, assuredly.
She sniffed him again. "Oh yeah? What scent did you use?”
“A manly scent," he said, and blurted out the first thing he could think of. “Rock… I took a rock-scented bath."
“Oh. That’s what I smell. I never realised rocks smelled like bubble gum… Did you play with all his toys, too?” she asked, tongue between her teeth.
“Rose, really. What do you take me for?”
She nodded at him as her lips curled upwards. When all was said and done, she knew he was really just a six-year-old boy masquerading as a 900 year-old alien with a blue suit and a decent, responsible, planet-saving job. He turned away back to drying his hair.
When he turned back towards her about two minutes later he was shocked to discover her naked and smeared with her brother’s green bath paint, just standing there waiting for him to notice her.
“Um …Rose?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“You’re uh, green.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“…And aahh. Naked.”
“It would appear so, Doctor.”
He ran a hand through his hair, speechless.
“Really, Doctor-Do you always get this flustered when you encounter a naked alien?” Since his face was still blank, she prompted him: “Isn't this where you say: ‘Name, species and galactic coordinates…’”
“Well, it’s just that while many aliens-including Slitheen-are known to appear, uh… in the buff,” stammered the Doctor. “It’s just that not all of them-in fact, very few of them, even-can look so…ahh. So appealing.”
“Are you monologuing again, hero?” Rose asked.
“Who, me?" he spluttered. "It’s just that I remember what happened the last time you covered yourself in paint, Rose. It wasn’t exactly our finest moment.”
“Silly. That was gold latex,” she corrected him. “Besides, this is non-toxic.”
“Yeah…?” he questioned, a little slow on the uptake.
“Means it’s edible.”
He gave her the once-over. “Oh,” he said darkly, getting the picture she was sketching out for him.
She slyly flipped the lock on the doorknob.
“Doctor… I think I need the Torchwood treatment,” she purred. “Oh, yeah-and maybe a little sonicing, too…”
One of the Doctor’s eyebrows quirked upwards.
He let his towel drop.