Fandom: Doctor Who
And It Begins, Rose/Nine, PG, 619 words
Could she really just give up her life just to travel around with a crazy man? But the more she thinks about it, the more the answer becomes clear: Yes, yes she could. She’s always wanted a life of adventure, and this crazy man is the only one who can give it to her.
A/N: This was written for then_theres_us's Challenge #84. I used prompts #3 and 5. It takes place at the end of the first episode, Rose.
And It Begins
After spending her first night in the Doctor’s blue box, Rose is a little disoriented. She lies in bed for awhile, wondering what on earth she has done. Could she really just give up her life just to travel around with a crazy man? But the more she thinks about it, the more the answer becomes clear: Yes, yes she could. She’s always wanted a life of adventure, and this crazy man is the only one who can give it to her.
When Rose finally decides to get up, she wanders the endless halls of the Doctor’s mysterious blue box. She pauses when she hears the humming. She tracks its source to behind a huge door, its white paint is chipped and peeling from years and years of use. Moving closer, she presses her ear to the wood and listens. The tune he’s half-humming, half-singing is foreign to her ears, the melody unusual and the language unfamiliar. Rose listens for a few seconds before straightening up and rapping her knuckles on the heavy wood.
“Doctor? You in there?” The humming ceases and there’s a loud thump from behind the closed door. “Doctor?” Rose calls again. She jumps when the door swings open to reveal the man himself, already dressed in plain clothes and a black leather jacket.
“Hungry?” He asks.
Rose nods. “Do you have a kitchen in here, on your– what did you say this thing is called?”
“TARDIS.” He says patiently. “And yes, she does have a kitchen. She’s got everything.” His expression softens ever so slightly.
Rose decides not to comment on his strange affection for this blue box, and hurries to follow him. She’s finally caught up with his long strides when he stops suddenly, and Rose realizes they’re in the kitchen. “If you’re, um,” Rose pauses, struggling to find the right word. “an alien, do you eat the same as us?”
The Doctor lets out a quick bark of laughter. “Of course I do. Everyone has to eat, even aliens like me.”
“Well, do you have any cereal?”
The Doctor points to a cabinet above the sink. “The milk’s in the fridge.” He says.
Rose nods in thanks, already searching through the contents of the cabinet. She finds a box of Cookie Crisps and pours some of the little biscuits into a coffee mug with a dash of milk. Satisfied with her meal, she sits at the small table in the corner of the room. It’s not long before the Doctor finds a seat across from her, a small plate of toast and jam in front of him. He watches her for a bit before saying anything.
“Rose Tyler, are you eating cereal out of a mug?”
She blushes, but remains adamant. “Yeah. That’s how I always eat it. D’you have a problem with that?”
“No, not at all.” He says, smiling, revealing those adorable dimples in his cheeks. “I completely understand.” He gestures to his breakfast. “I like to dip my toast in jam rather than spread it on top. You get more of the absurdly sweet human sugar on it that way.” He takes a distracted bite. “I quite like toast. But I do wish you humans made banana jam. This regeneration seems to have a fondness for bananas.”
She shakes her head. “Are you always this scatterbrained?”
The Doctor puts his toast down and stares directly into her eyes. “Always.” He says.
Rose would later find him some banana jam, although it wasn’t technically made out of actual earth-bananas, and it wasn’t really called jam since the planet’s language didn’t translate well into English. But it was close enough, and the Doctor appreciated it, more than he could bear to tell her.
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