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jlrpuck Rating – T
Characters – Nine, Rose (seriously)
Prompt – #2, Jump for Joy
Disclaimer – Characters from Doctor Who are the property of the BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary – Rose gets a lesson in rule number one.
Author’s Notes – Written for the
twdw_ficathon Happy Prompts Ficathon. Beta’d by the always reliable, ever-trusty, earlgreytea68 . Peter/Rose will resume at it's normally scheduled time next Monday :)
Rose leaned against the back of the battered captains chair, stretching her legs out to see if her toes could reach the console. The Doctor was leaning against said console, jean-clad hip cocked just so, leather-clad arms folded over his chest. They’d just returned from Justicia, and she was being lectured for what had to be the thousandth time on the rules of TARDIS travel, obediently repeating “Don’t wander off” after each discussion of what could go wrong on a planet.
“Or you could be zapped by—”
“Zapped? That a technical term, then?”
“Zapped,” he continued, giving her a stern glare, “by qwingurghior progn’rstus. Phwap!” He unfolded his arms, using his hands for emphasis. “Gone. Just like that.”
Rose blinked. What had he just said?
“Death ray, Rose,” the Doctor offered, drily.
“So…you’re sayin’ you’re takin’ me somewhere I could get zapped—phwap!—just like that?”
“Universe is a big place—and lots of places don’t like humanoids.”
“How’d you avoid gettin’ zapped, then?”
“Clever, me.” The Doctor grinned smugly, folding his arms back over his chest.
Rose rolled her eyes.
“You disagreein’?” The Doctor’s tone was serious, although his expression showed he was just taking the piss.
“No, no—I’d never disagree with the clever designated driver.” Rose grinned at him, teasing. She still couldn’t figure him out, this man/alien in front of her, who appeared to have not a care in the world one moment, but who looked so sad, so crushed, at other times. They’re all gone, he’d said of his people, after that first disastrous trip to Platform One; how did he cope?
“Rose?”
“What? Sorry.” She blinked, catching the Doctor’s piercing blue gaze.
“I asked if you wanted to go on an adventure. You might need a kip instead, though.” She could practically hear him say, Silly ape.
“No! Jus’ thinkin’, was all. Where’re we gonna go?”
He took her to the tenth moon of Granti’a’a; Rose, determined to show that she’d paid attention to his strictures, did no wandering off.
Well, that had been the plan, at least. No wandering off…except when the Doctor got himself imprisoned, and Rose had to do some clever bartering with the locals to get her hands on his confiscated clothes. Once she had the sonic screwdriver, it was easy-peasy; the Doctor had shown her how to use some of the basic settings—mostly involving picking locks—a few weeks earlier, and she was able to charm her way past those obstacles the sonic screwdriver wouldn’t have worked on.
The Doctor was less than pleased to see her; she chalked it up to him being naked. Not that she was looking, oh no. Well, no more than curiosity demanded. He was an attractive bloke, after all.
“Clothes, Rose.” The Doctor snatched them from her hand, strategically placing the bundle of cotton over his hips whilst glaring at her.
She blushed and turned away, admiring the craftsmanship of the cell. “Nice walls,” she offered, breaking the awkward silence. She leaned forward, gazing at a particular spot where someone had tried to work through the plaster. “That your doin’ then?” She glanced over her shoulder.
“No looking!” The Doctor had his pants on—briefs, she noted—and was hopping about trying to pull his jeans on.
Rose stifled her giggle, returning her gaze to the boring white wall.
She heard the slide of his zip, noted the hush of fabric being drawn over his head, or up his arms, and fought down a sigh of impatience.
“We are tryin’ to make a jailbreak, you know,” she offered by way of encouragement.
“Thanks, I didn’t know.” The Doctor walked over to her, looking as he ever did. “What say we bust out of this joint?”
He grinned, taking her hand, preparing to lead the way; she stood on the spot, catching his eye when he turned back, questioning. “I, ah, should probably go first. Know my way outta here, after all.”
The Doctor’s grin fell, and he gestured for her to precede him.
They made their way out of the jail—Rose’s charm and the sonic screwdriver once again working in tandem to ease their exit, while the Doctor remained sullenly silent. If Rose didn’t know better, she’d think he was sulking; she fought back a giggle as she remembered the Doctor saying, truculently, Time Lords don’t sulk, not a week earlier. After which point, he’d gone back to sucking the skin on the side of his hand, his gaze sullen.
So Rose refrained from pointing out that the Doctor was sulking as they walked back to the TARDIS, instead observing that they seemed not to have been missed.
The Doctor grunted in response.
Definitely sulking, then.
And when they made it back into the confines of the ship—home, now—Rose fought to refrain from pointing out that it was she who’d saved the Doctor. Right up until he opened his mouth.
“What’d I tell you?” The Doctor paused as he reached the console.
“What?” Rose blinked, stopping next to him.
“No wanderin’ off! That’s what I told you.”
“No…no…” Rose stuttered, briefly speechless before her upbringing took over. “I didn’t wander off—leastaways, not until you got yourself tossed in the clink!”
The Doctor’s mouth opened, then shut. He crossed his arms.
“And then, was my wanderin’ off that got you your bloody clothes, and got you out of there!”
The Doctor opened his mouth again; shut it again—and then spoke. “Well don’t go makin’ a habit of it.”
“That’s it?”
“What else would there be?”
The smug git. “I just saved your arse!”
“What, you expected me to jump with joy?”
Rose ducked her head, embarrassed. She kind of had, actually.
“Here’s me, jumping for joy.” The Doctor gave a pathetic little hop, before raising his hands to near his ears and wiggling them.
Rose giggled, and was rewarded with an indulgently muttered, “Humans,” followed by a roll of the eyes.
The Doctor moved about the console, setting the coordinates for their next journey, effortlessly flipping levers and spinning dials, moving around Rose with ease. As he threw the lever to set them in motion, he turned to her. Pointing his index finger, his blue eyes twinkling, he said, “And don’t go tellin’ anyone I did that. I have a reputation to maintain.”
“The naked-in-jail-bein’-saved-by-me, or the jumping for joy?” Rose grinned impishly.
The Doctor actually blushed. “Both.”
Rose bumped his shoulder. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
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*hugs*
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Very cute! Loved it.
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Could just imagine this happening x
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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There! You've done it. I am dead of Sheer Nine Adorableness. I hope you're satisfied.
;)
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*sigh*
I also fail, because I've not got any Nine icons squirreled away with this account. Damn and blast.
*sulk*
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hee.
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Cheers!
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The Doctor was less than pleased to see her; she chalked it up to him being naked. Not that she was looking, oh no. Well, no more than curiosity demanded. He was an attractive bloke, after all.
Like I said yesterday...'Hands all over him.' *snicker*
“Here’s me, jumping for joy.” The Doctor gave a pathetic little hop, before raising his hands to near his ears and wiggling them.
Brilliant visual!! Rofl, I really enjoyed this little ficlet and I'll have a smile all day because of it.
*Is one happy Nine fan*
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And just how many people did you scare at work today, wandering around with that grin (thinking, no doubt, of poor, Naked, imprisoned Nine...)?
*munches chai snickerdoodle*
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Hee. Nine. She gave me Nine....
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And I'd really not even thought about how this tied into the other things I dabble in...but I'll take your analysis, steal it, and add this to the Order. *g*
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Teehee. Love it.
Pleasant surprise a Nine/Rose this morning, love him too.
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Nine was my first Doctor, and still remains my favorite. Just...don't tell anyone, 'k?
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*g*
And, at least here, Nine will always be loved.
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Riiiiiight.
Not that she was looking, oh no.
Of course not!
This was very cute and quite in character. This was a lovely gift this morning. There's nothing I love more than the Nine/Rose dynamic.
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*sigh*
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I'm glad you enjoyed the little change of pace this morning!
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I think this is probably the first fic by you that I've read, because you seem to write mostly Blackpool crossovers, don't you? And I don't read crossovers...
Now, though, I want to plead with you to write more straight DW, because this is brilliant. You've got Nine perfectly here, in all his grumpy, snarky, clever, funny and quietly-affectionate self. Grumpy that he's had to be rescued and he was naked, refusing to express his appreciation even though he is probably grateful, and then this:
“I just saved your arse!”
“What, you expected me to jump with joy?”
Rose ducked her head, embarrassed. She kind of had, actually.
“Here’s me, jumping for joy.” The Doctor gave a pathetic little hop, before raising his hands to near his ears and wiggling them.
I could hear it. I could see it. So good to see a really excellent Nine fic!
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
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This, however, was brilliant too!
You do indeed write a fantastic Nine. I'd definitely like to see more as well.
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I'm glad you enjoyed--and as I told WMR, we'll see if the Nine!Muse strikes more often after today.
(bloody Penguins. Grrrrr)
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*HEARTS*
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