So, You Wanted to Get Hitched?

by Angelbev21 [Reviews - 119]

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  • All Ages
  • Swearing
  • Action/Adventure, Het

Rose stood in the control room, impatient, tapping her foot and waiting on her Doctor. Her bags had been packed in fifteen minutes, her attire was chosen in twenty and it only took her fifteen to clean up and apply a little makeup and do her hair. So much for the myth about females taking longer to get ready than men. 'But, he's the Doctor, so he's probably packing the kitchen sink to go with the vacation,' Rose thought, a wry smile appearing.

"Doctor? Where are you?"

She heard commotion coming from down the hallway and soon he appeared, bringing along a large suit case and dressed in a new suit, black pinstripped and large lapeled, with big pockets amd spats to match, carrying a black hat.

He sat the suitcase down with a thump, placed the hat on top of it, and brushed his hair back, looking at her for the first time. He took in her figure-hugging dress: a black pinstripe with white lace at her neckline and wrists with high-heeled pointed black shoes. Black fish-net hose disappeared where the dress started and a hat topped off her dress, matching black with a little black lace that just covered her eyes and cocked at a low sloped angle. She had finished her look with ruby red lipstick and red nailpolish to match.

"What have you got packed in there, lead?" Her look was dubious as she eyed his suitcase.

He stepped up to her and took her hand and made her twirl. "Brilliant! Oh, look at you! Right vixen you are and we're matching suits." He pulled her to him and she laughed as she fell into his arms. "I knew it. I'm going to have to beat the men off with a stick. You're gorgeous, simply gorgeous!" He bent and kissed her neck and she giggled, running a hand through his hair as his hands settled at her waist.

"Look who's talking! I'm going to have to beat the women off with hammer! You're not so bad yourself, love."

He raised his head with a glint of mischeviousness in his eye. "All this talk of beating for a little vacation of love. Such violence! Think you're up to it?"

"Oh, I'm very 'up to it,' don't you worry. The challenge is going to be keeping you still for more than 5 minutes at a time and getting you to enjoy yourself. The upside is, there's not going to be real technology about and no computers in sight. Think you can handle that?" She eyed the suitcase standing innocently at their feet.

"Oh," he looked up at the ceiling and back at her and smiled his brilliant smile, "it'll be...a piece of cake. You'll keep me busy." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed, swatting his bum as she stepped away from him and folded her arms. "Oh, yes, I will, count on it. Shall we be off?"

"Right!" He stepped to the controls and started setting them. "Off we go to 1935 California!"




Parking the T.A.R.D.I.S. inside an unused garden shed was nothing compared to getting out of the shed and walking the property of the Inn to make it appear they had just arrived. With shoes slightly muddy from the walk, they entered the spacious lobby and walked up to the front desk, the Doctor struggling with both bags.

"I say, good man, where's there a good bell hop when you need one?" He let both bags drop to the floor and glared at the manager of the front desk, who waved a hand for a bell hop to come over. Rose pretended to cough into her hand as she hid her smile at his performance.

"And your name, sir? Do you have a reservation?" The manager appeared as if the Doctor was already taking too much of his time. The Doctor quickly pulled out the psychic paper and waved it under the man's nose.

"Indeed I do, good sir. What does it say there?"

The man read it and appeared shocked. "I'm so sorry, Doctor Tyler, I wasn't aware His Majesty King George gave you holiday on such a short notice. We have the Honeymoon Suite available at the moment. Will that suit your needs for you and your wife?"

The Doctor, surprised, looked at the paper himself but saw nothing there but recovered quickly. "Aah, uh, yes, that will be sufficient." Rose kept looking everywhere but at her intended in order to not completely burst out laughing. As the Doctor made headway between the manager, the bell hop and bags, she decided to allow herself to look around for a few moments.

It was a rustic but quaint inn, done in the Tudor style and handsomely furnished but something tugged at her consciousness. Something wasn't quite right, something just didn't feel...fixed, as if any moment, the very fabric of reality was about to shift to her left and it made her stomach tighten, the knot just under her ribcage.

"Rose?" She looked around as he said her name and the Doctor made a quick motion at his neck and then pointed at her eyes. "This way to our room?" She lowered her head and calmed herself down and it allowed the vortex energy to stop shining through and when she looked back up at him, he smiled. He came to her side and offered her his arm and she took it as they followed the bell hop to the lift.

"Are we feeling alright, dear?" His whisper was soft, but to her he might as well have shouted the question.

"Everything's fine, under control, just a bit off, that's all." The knot in her stomach refused to go away

They entered the lift and rode it in silence, the bell hop not noticing a thing. The lift stopped and the bell hop got off first and they followed him the short walk to their suite. As he opened the door for them, he annouced with a southern drawl and a smile, "Doctor, my name is Edward. Just ring the manager any time, night or day if you need anything and I'll be more than happy to accomodate. If you wish to take a tour of the grounds or the town, just let me know. Dinner is at seven unless you'd like it delivered to your room and the champagne is complimentary," he waved a hand toward the side table, where a bucket filled with champagne and ice sat,"and always on ice. Maid service always pops in around 10-ish, unless you hang the 'Do-Not-Disturb' sign right here on the knob and, would you need anything now?"

The Doctor, watching Rose intently, shook his head. "No, Edward, nothing at the moment, although..later, we might want to go to the beach." He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill, which made Edward nearly drop it in his shock at recieving such a large tip.

"Understandable, sir and a lovely beach we have. Just ring the manager and we'll have a car ready for you unless you'd like us to drive you?"

"Uh, how far away is the beach?"

"Approximately 12 miles, sir. Not far away at all."

At that, Rose couldn't help it, she couldn't suppress the giggle as the Doctor opened his mouth as his eyebrows nearly hit his hairline. "12 miles, miles you say?"

Rose decided to speak up. "Edward, thank you ever so much. We'll ring you or the manager if we need anything."

"Very good, madame. Enjoy your stay."

As he closed the door, Rose took off her hat and threw it to the bed and kicked off her shoes in the process. "Now I remember why I liked my trainers better! Those shoes are killers!" She plopped down on the bed and leaned back, closing her eyes as she wiggled her toes in ecstacy.

"Rose." She refused to open her eyes, but she didn't need them. She could feel the Doctor's concern for her where she sat and answered his question she knew was coming.

"I'm sorry about the 'eyes' thing, I couldn't help it. This place, it's nice and all but something's wrong." She opened her eyes to find him bent over and closely inspecting her from head to toe. "Can't you feel it?"

"No, I'm sorry, love. I don't feel a thing. Actually, I'm sorry about everything. Nothing's turning out the way I planned." He rubbed the back of his neck and sat down next tor her. "Especially the beach, I thought this place was a lot closer to the beach. I was really looking forward to having the beach next door. Then again, we can always take the T.A.R.D.I.S.-"

"Oh, the best laid plans of mice and Timelords but no, we're not. We're going native. I'll drive us to the beach." He looked back at her, smiling, and leaned back himself, imitating her. "Oh, you'll drive?"

"I'll drive. I had a mate who loved American cars and when she was shipped to New York, she invited me along and forced me drive hers everywhere for a month. I actually got used to driving on the wrong side of the car on the wrong side of the road."

"And about the 'feeling' you have?"

She scrunched up her nose, closed her eyes and with a hint of a smile, she leaned back her head, her hair starting to come loose from it's pins. "If I tell you, it's going to ruin what little plans you still have intact, Doctor Tyler."

The Doctor leaned over and started taking the pins out of her hair, one by one. "Plans, shmans. If you're enjoying yourself I'm happy, but if you're bothered, then I need to know because, if you're bothered, something is really, really wrong. Tell me."

"Snog first and tell later?" She looked at him and winked, smiling.

"Oh, no, Rose Tyler! Not yet, no you don't, this could be very, very seri-." Soft, luscious lips met his and hands pulled him down on top of her and all thoughts stopped.

Niether one saw the black humanoid figure slide into existance near the window, then slide out, nor did they see the ripple that resulted from the passage, but Rose felt it and shot up off the bed, nearly throwing the Doctor to the floor.

Standing in stocking feet, battle-ready, she'd had enough. "That's it! I've had it! I'm going to have a vacation or else. Nothing is going to stop it! Doctor, did you feel that one? Did you feel reality shift?"

The Doctor got up and pulled out his sonic screwdriver from his jacket and pointed at the window. "Yes, that one I did and it was big. Really big." He ran the screwdriver and stopped. The look on his face wasn't good.

"What?"

He shook his head and put the screwdriver back into his jacket. "Your not going to like it."

She relaxed her stance and looked at him. "What? Tell me."

He put his hands in his pockets and his serious look disappeared, smiling wide. "It's haunted. We're in a haunted hotel. Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"