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The One In Which Rose Meets Two by livii [Reviews - 5]  | |
So she was standing on a lonely street corner again (how many times could she lose the Doctor? It was like a set-up for a bad fanfic, or something) and there wasn't much to do but wait for him to get back (she didn't have her own TARDIS, after all, you know).
She heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing and ran down the road towards the ship, overjoyed to be seeing the Doctor again (she'd been stranded for ten minutes already, and she couldn't seem to send texts from this place).
The door opened and out popped a very strange man.
"Hello!" the man said, somewhat redundantly, as he was waving quite enthusiastically and thus was clearly being welcoming towards her.
"What're you doing in the Doctor's TARDIS?" Rose asked, furiously. "Doctors come in tall and Northern or skinny and pinstriped, but not in floppy hair and recorders," she argued.
The man just gaped at her. "I'm going to be...Northern?" he finally managed. "Well, that's...that's interesting. Will I be ginger as well?" he added, hopefully.
Rose rolled her eyes. "Honestly, what is it with you and ginger? Oh god...that means you are you. Great. Just my luck."
The man (who must now be referred to as the Doctor since that's who he is, of course), drew himself up. "I say, my dear, you certainly haven't seen any pictures of my previous incarnation!"
Rose blanched.
The Doctor giggled. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to disturb you. Would you like to hear a song, to cheer you up? This one's considered a classic on Wrstyxxpxxth."
Well, it was one thing to be faced with the wrong Doctor; it was another to listen to him play something on his recorder that sounded like a giant cow, spitting. The obvious solution for Rose, then, was to fling herself at him so that he couldn't use his lips for music.
The Doctor was startled, but graciously kissed her back, behaving like a true gentleman and only copping a quick feel of her left breast.
"Well, that was certainly interesting," he said, after the kiss had ended (obviously, or it would have sounded like "mmrhm hrm mmmrhmrrm"). "I must say I'll be looking forward to travelling with you in the future, my dear. You haven't got any sparkly catsuits, though, do you? No? Pity."
Rose merely stood and stared. This Doctor kissed even better than her previous one! (She remembered the kiss on the Game Station now, because nothing was powerful enough to block that out forever).
The Doctor looked at her with alarm. "Now now, you can't come travelling with me yet, that would be very bad for the timestream," he said, backing away slowly. "I don't think you'd like it in my TARDIS, anyway - Scottish men in kilts hitting on you, and girls in sparkly catsuits always showing you up with their shiny, shiny arses."
At that moment the sound of another TARDIS landing came from around the corner, and the Doctor took advantage of the distraction to slip back inside his ship, and get away.
The Doctor came around the corner (obviously not the same Doctor, he'd just left, but Rose's proper Doctor, the skinny one). "There you are, Rose!" he exclaimed jauntily, a big grin on his face. "Didn't mean to misplace you like that. Losing companions is never good for one's reputation. Plus, I suddenly seem to recall that you're a very nice kisser and let me fondle your breasts. Should we try that again?"
Rose just stared, and couldn't think of a single thing to say in return, which was good since the fic had completely ran out of steam once the Doctor with the recorder left. So just imagine she went off with the skinny Doctor and had lots of adventures until he regenerated again, into a ginger woman this time, who kissed even better than any of the other Doctors Rose had snogged so far. And everyone lived happily ever after.
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