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Fic: Five Ways the Doctor May Have Ended Up Naked... 1/6
Title:Five Ways the Doctor May Have Ended Up Naked (But Refuses to Confirm nor Deny) and One Way He Definitely Did. 1/6
Rating: Teen
Characters/Paring: Ten/Rose, Jack, OC
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
never_ever_will prompt 18, each prompt as noted at the end of each section.
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
milieva, achuislemochroi, & develish1
Summary: The title pretty much says it all.
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Baby!fic: five parts crack, one part fluff, and a pinch of angst. This is what happens when you get greedy and need to use seven prompts in one fic.
I. Fibrous Dermatitis
The Doctor dashed through the TARDIS and ducked very quickly through the nearest door, slamming it shut and sonicing the lock. There was just one problem with this. It was Rose's room he was currently holed up in. She moved to the door uncertainly and knocked. There was no response aside from a great deal of thumping.
"Doctor?"
"Not now, Rose."
She stared at the door for a minute, non-plussed.
"But, Doctor..."
"Kind of busy right now, Rose. I —" he broke off with a yelp and more thumping noises ensued.
Confusion warred with annoyance as she thought that over. Busy? In her room? What was he.... Busy??? She knocked harder and raised her voice.
"Doctor! You're in my room."
There was a sudden silence from the other side of the door. After a minute she heard the sound of the sonic buzzing and the lock snapping open. Slowly, the door opened a crack and a sheepish Doctor peeked out.
"Er, sorry. Was in a bit of a hurry."
She gave him a look.
"No, no no," he hurriedly backpedaled, letting the door open a little wider as he gestured frantically. "I meant I – I —" He broke off looking frustrated.
Rose folded her arms.
"I seem to have developed a severe case of contact dermatitis. Something on the planet must have triggered an extreme histamine reaction. Contact with fibres triggers unbearable pruritus."
Rose raised an eyebrow.
"My clothes make me itchy."
Rose had to lean against the wall to avoid sliding to floor with her laughter.
"Oi," the Doctor complained. "I did say severe itch."
This only sent Rose into another spasm of laughter. When Rose had finally recovered, she pushed at the door.
"Shove over, I want to get something."
"Rose!" the Doctor yelped.
"What?"
"I can't touch my clothes. Any of my clothes."
"Well, get a towel —"
"Still a fibre."
"Blanket?"
"Fibre."
"But the —"
"I rolled back your carpet."
"Oh."
They stood staring at each other awkwardly for a moment, then Rose got an idea. It was a distractingly wonderful idea. But at the same time, it could be an awful idea. It could be a wonderful, awful.... She stopped herself as she realized she was quoting another "Doctor" in her head.
Instead, Rose swallowed her uncertainty, reached a hand though the gap and stroked a finger down the Doctor's cheek.
"That itch?"
"Uh, no." He managed to sound nonchalant but his eyes kept darting to her hand.
"Or this?" She ran two fingers along his neck.
He didn't shiver. He didn't.
"No." He didn't squeak either.
"So not this either?" she asked, rubbing her hand down his shoulder and along his arm.
He shook his head probably more vigorously than strictly necessary.
"Good. Well, come along then, Doctor. I know of a room with lots of nice tile and no carpets in sight."
She gave him a cheeky wink and moved off down the corridor.
The Doctor hesitated a full 3.2 seconds before bolting after her. Suddenly, being allergic to fabrics didn't seem quite so bad.
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Prompt:develish1 sudden allergy to fabric)
Part II
Rating: Teen
Characters/Paring: Ten/Rose, Jack, OC
Prompt:
never_ever_will prompt 18, each prompt as noted at the end of each section.Beta:
milieva, achuislemochroi, & develish1 Summary: The title pretty much says it all.
Disclaimer: Based on characters owned and created by BBC. No infringement intended.
Notes: Baby!fic: five parts crack, one part fluff, and a pinch of angst. This is what happens when you get greedy and need to use seven prompts in one fic.
I. Fibrous Dermatitis
The Doctor dashed through the TARDIS and ducked very quickly through the nearest door, slamming it shut and sonicing the lock. There was just one problem with this. It was Rose's room he was currently holed up in. She moved to the door uncertainly and knocked. There was no response aside from a great deal of thumping.
"Doctor?"
"Not now, Rose."
She stared at the door for a minute, non-plussed.
"But, Doctor..."
"Kind of busy right now, Rose. I —" he broke off with a yelp and more thumping noises ensued.
Confusion warred with annoyance as she thought that over. Busy? In her room? What was he.... Busy??? She knocked harder and raised her voice.
"Doctor! You're in my room."
There was a sudden silence from the other side of the door. After a minute she heard the sound of the sonic buzzing and the lock snapping open. Slowly, the door opened a crack and a sheepish Doctor peeked out.
"Er, sorry. Was in a bit of a hurry."
She gave him a look.
"No, no no," he hurriedly backpedaled, letting the door open a little wider as he gestured frantically. "I meant I – I —" He broke off looking frustrated.
Rose folded her arms.
"I seem to have developed a severe case of contact dermatitis. Something on the planet must have triggered an extreme histamine reaction. Contact with fibres triggers unbearable pruritus."
Rose raised an eyebrow.
"My clothes make me itchy."
Rose had to lean against the wall to avoid sliding to floor with her laughter.
"Oi," the Doctor complained. "I did say severe itch."
This only sent Rose into another spasm of laughter. When Rose had finally recovered, she pushed at the door.
"Shove over, I want to get something."
"Rose!" the Doctor yelped.
"What?"
"I can't touch my clothes. Any of my clothes."
"Well, get a towel —"
"Still a fibre."
"Blanket?"
"Fibre."
"But the —"
"I rolled back your carpet."
"Oh."
They stood staring at each other awkwardly for a moment, then Rose got an idea. It was a distractingly wonderful idea. But at the same time, it could be an awful idea. It could be a wonderful, awful.... She stopped herself as she realized she was quoting another "Doctor" in her head.
Instead, Rose swallowed her uncertainty, reached a hand though the gap and stroked a finger down the Doctor's cheek.
"That itch?"
"Uh, no." He managed to sound nonchalant but his eyes kept darting to her hand.
"Or this?" She ran two fingers along his neck.
He didn't shiver. He didn't.
"No." He didn't squeak either.
"So not this either?" she asked, rubbing her hand down his shoulder and along his arm.
He shook his head probably more vigorously than strictly necessary.
"Good. Well, come along then, Doctor. I know of a room with lots of nice tile and no carpets in sight."
She gave him a cheeky wink and moved off down the corridor.
The Doctor hesitated a full 3.2 seconds before bolting after her. Suddenly, being allergic to fabrics didn't seem quite so bad.
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Prompt:
develish1 sudden allergy to fabric)Part II