Title:Dress Sense
Character/Pairing: Doc 10/Rose
Setting: Sometime during Series 2
Rating: All ages
Summary: The Doctor looked at her in disbelief
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC, used without permission.
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The Doctor looked at her in disbelief and blinked slowly. Then he said six words. Just six. He said it the way he usually did when the current situation was pushing out of the realms of 'everything is going to be all right' and into 'oh god, we're all going to die' which was by being completely, utterly, absolutely, and incorrectly, calm.
“You're completely sure about wearing that?”
Rose looked down at herself and frowned. “What's wrong with it?”
“Oh, nothing,” he squeaked, suddenly back peddling. “Nothing at all. It's lovely. Really.”
Rose regarded him suspiciously but said nothing as she walked out ahead of him. He decided quickly that walking behind her was a Very Good Idea. He could keep his eyes focussed on the impressive amount of skin on display - that is, keep his eye out for anyone looking inappropriately at Rose. Yes, that was what he meant. It was chivalry even Jackie Tyler could appreciate.
The sound of the door clicking closed shook him out of his musing. Hastily, he grabbed his coat and joined her outside the TARDIS. Rose looked at him warily over her shoulder. He simply smiled brilliantly and took hold of her hand.
Character/Pairing: Doc 10/Rose
Setting: Sometime during Series 2
Rating: All ages
Summary: The Doctor looked at her in disbelief
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC, used without permission.
Author's Notes: Quick 200 word drabble. Unbeta'ed, sorry - trying to break through some writer's block. Written for Challenge #2 at
ahand_to_holdahand_to_hold The Doctor looked at her in disbelief and blinked slowly. Then he said six words. Just six. He said it the way he usually did when the current situation was pushing out of the realms of 'everything is going to be all right' and into 'oh god, we're all going to die' which was by being completely, utterly, absolutely, and incorrectly, calm.
“You're completely sure about wearing that?”
Rose looked down at herself and frowned. “What's wrong with it?”
“Oh, nothing,” he squeaked, suddenly back peddling. “Nothing at all. It's lovely. Really.”
Rose regarded him suspiciously but said nothing as she walked out ahead of him. He decided quickly that walking behind her was a Very Good Idea. He could keep his eyes focussed on the impressive amount of skin on display - that is, keep his eye out for anyone looking inappropriately at Rose. Yes, that was what he meant. It was chivalry even Jackie Tyler could appreciate.
The sound of the door clicking closed shook him out of his musing. Hastily, he grabbed his coat and joined her outside the TARDIS. Rose looked at him warily over her shoulder. He simply smiled brilliantly and took hold of her hand.
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Date: 2008-06-27 11:21 pm (UTC)From:He could keep his eyes focussed on the impressive amount of skin on display - that is, keep his eye out for anyone looking inappropriately at Rose. Yes, that was what he meant.
I love the way you have him justifying stuff in his head.
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Date: 2008-06-28 07:53 am (UTC)From: