Crossed
For the Doctor/Rose Fixathon. Prompt: Rose/Cloen, preferably, but could also go with Ten. Cross-dressing of some sort. Bonus points for Rose in a tux.
I do not own Doctor Who
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“Morning.” Rose said, greeting the Doctor as he stumbled tiredly into the room.
He mumbled back a reply before plopping down in one of the nearest chairs.
“If you’re making a coffee, I’ll have one, too.” He said.
“Okay. What time did you go to bed last night? You’re usually up well before me. What happened to ‘I’m half-Time-Lord-and-don’t-need-much-sleep’ thing?”
“I went to bed at 5 in the morning.” He said. “I was working on… stuff. Just, uh, don’t go in the living room, okay?”
Rose set down the kettle and turned to face him. “What did you do?”
“Nothing, nothing,” He said, putting his hands up in defense. “…You just may have to use other methods of finding the news from now on… And for making Pop Tarts.”
Rose turned to where the toaster used to be to find it missing. “Yeah, I don’t eat Pop Tarts, that’s just you. And I suppose I can get the news on the computer.”
“Uh-huh. I’d use your laptop.”
Rose set the Doctor’s coffee down next to him and slid into a chair.
“So, Rose, why are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, poking her in the arm.
“The two closest things were my skinny jeans,” She patted her leg, “And one of your shirts. Besides, you’re still wearing your tux from last night.”
The Doctor glanced down at the rumpled tux he was wearing.They'd gone to some vitex party the night before, and he hadn't bothered to change.
“Point taken.” He said. “Listen, I need to take the TARDIS for a spin. Since it’s still fairly new it could do with some driving.”
He led her to the living room. Pieces of television, toaster, computer, and radiator lay everywhere. Standing in the middle was the TARDIS.
It had taken on the form of a wardrobe whenever it was in their flat, so every time she walked into it, she felt like she was entering Narnia.
They walked inside, greeted by the oh-so-familiar coral beams and green-ish lighting.
The Doctor pulled levers and hit switches, dancing around the console with glee. The TARDIS had started working three days ago, and he’d been looking for every excuse to fly it without putting too much strain on it.
The familiar wheezing started up and Rose grinned, moving closer to her husband.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“Rome in the year 4856 AD.” The Doctor said, pulling her towards the doors and swinging them open. “There’s a really brilliant-”
He stopped talking as he looked at the scene in front of him. They were standing near the edge of a forest. Trees surrounded them, and loud music floated their way from a spot in the distance where bright lights were visible.
“We-ell… This isn’t Rome.”
“Sounds like a party.” Rose said. She heard the loud crack of fireworks overhead. “Want to check it out?”
--
The party was in the backyard of a rather large mansion. The yard was filled with sharp dressed people, many of them holding wines and champagne. Loud modern day music blared in the background, but few people seemed to be paying attention to it. The accents, from what Rose and the Doctor could tell, seemed mostly American.
A large banner read:
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2014
“Well, four years in our future, then.” Rose observed.
“Yeah.” The Doctor agreed absentmindedly. “I don’t think we gave the TARDIS enough time to rest. She’s too young to make too many trips. I think we should stay the night.”
“And who might you be?”
Rose and the Doctor turned to see a large woman standing behind them.
The Doctor whipped out his Psychic paper. Rose had taken it wither to the parallel world after Canary Warf, a fact the Doctor was very happy about.
The woman looked at the paper and began to apologize profusely.
“I am terribly sorry.” She said. “I was told you wouldn’t be coming. Well, after the party, you’re free to spend the night. I’ll have a room made up for you.”
“Thank you.” The Doctor said as the woman hurried towards the house. He shrugged at Rose. “Guess we’ll be staying here then.”
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Rose slid off her jeans and slipped into bed next to the Doctor, who had stripped down to his boxers.
“Sure you don’t need me to run back to the TARDIS?” He asked.
Rose mumbled a ‘no’ and switched off the lamp by their bed.
They’d left the house around noon, and arrived at the party around 5 local time. Most of the guests left after midnight, but the party lasted until around two. It was ridiculously long for a party, and Rose was knackered.
“Night.”
“Good night, Rose.”
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Rose tossed the covers off her, the heat having woken her up. She wasn’t sure where in America they’d landed, but it was hot.
Just as she’d gotten comfortable again, she heard the sound of a crash from downstairs. Hopping out of bed, she glanced at the Doctor. He was sound asleep, and she didn’t want to wake him in case it was nothing, so she decided to leave him be.
She scanned the dark room, but couldn’t see her jeans anywhere. Another noise sounded from downstairs, so she grabbed the Doctor’s tux pants and slipped them on, rolling up the pant leg and rolling down the waist a couple of times to make it fit better before running out the door.
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The Doctor woke to the sound of the door closing. He moved his hand next to him, to where Rose was sleeping, but felt nothing. Groggily opening his eyes, he saw the covers on her side had been thrown off, and she was gone.
He clambered out of bed, flicked on the lamp, and began to look for his trousers.
They weren’t on the dresser where he left them, so he looked behind it to see if they’d fallen, but instead he found Rose’s skinny jeans.
Muttering a curse, he threw open the closet door to see if he had any other options.
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Rose ran down the stairs, at the very obvious sound of fighting coming from one of the rooms down there.
She followed the noise before skidding to halt at the front of the living room. A large television was showing footage of an action movie.
“What time is it?” She asked.
The large woman from before turned to her with a grin. “Four AM.” She answered before turning her attention back to the screen.
“Four- don’t you people ever sleep??” She muttered tiredly.
Rose turned towards the door, a surprised laugh coming out of her mouth as she took in the sight of the man before her.
“You stole my trousers.” The Doctor said, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it stick up at less angles.
“Well you’re wearing a dress!” She shot back, “With a tuxedo jacket, for some reason.”
“I thought you’d been stolen or something, because your jeans were still there! There were dresses in the closet, so I grabbed one. And the jacket is to make the dress look less girly.”
Rose’s silent giggles turned into full on laughter. “You- Ha-ha- loo- ha-look like- Hahaha- you borrow- ha-ed your boyfriend’s jacket- hahaha!” She gasped out, doubled over with laughter.
The Doctor quickly pulled off the jacket and dropped it on Rose’s shoulders.
“Well you look like- uhh… I don’t know.” He said, failing in a retort. He reached into the jacket of the coat he’d put on Rose and pulled out the black bowtie.
He tied it around her neck, making sure it was straight.
“There. Complete.”
“You- ha- just need pearls and some stilettos. Hahaha!”
Rose became aware at that moment that the sound of punching and breaking glass was no longer audible. She turned slowly around to the four people now turned toward them. One popped popcorn in their mouth. The fifth was drooling on the couch, but the large woman was trying to nudge him awake.
“I- uh… We’ll be off.” The Doctor said, grabbing Rose’s hand and slinking out of the room.
“I think the TARDIS might be fine now.” He said, dragging Rose out the door. “And we’ll be trading your jeans and my shirt for this dress, I suppose.”
“I dare you to take us clubbing like this.” Rose said.
The Doctor gaped at her for a moment.
“We-ell… I never could resist a challenge…”
I do not own Doctor Who
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“Morning.” Rose said, greeting the Doctor as he stumbled tiredly into the room.
He mumbled back a reply before plopping down in one of the nearest chairs.
“If you’re making a coffee, I’ll have one, too.” He said.
“Okay. What time did you go to bed last night? You’re usually up well before me. What happened to ‘I’m half-Time-Lord-and-don’t-need-much-sleep’ thing?”
“I went to bed at 5 in the morning.” He said. “I was working on… stuff. Just, uh, don’t go in the living room, okay?”
Rose set down the kettle and turned to face him. “What did you do?”
“Nothing, nothing,” He said, putting his hands up in defense. “…You just may have to use other methods of finding the news from now on… And for making Pop Tarts.”
Rose turned to where the toaster used to be to find it missing. “Yeah, I don’t eat Pop Tarts, that’s just you. And I suppose I can get the news on the computer.”
“Uh-huh. I’d use your laptop.”
Rose set the Doctor’s coffee down next to him and slid into a chair.
“So, Rose, why are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, poking her in the arm.
“The two closest things were my skinny jeans,” She patted her leg, “And one of your shirts. Besides, you’re still wearing your tux from last night.”
The Doctor glanced down at the rumpled tux he was wearing.They'd gone to some vitex party the night before, and he hadn't bothered to change.
“Point taken.” He said. “Listen, I need to take the TARDIS for a spin. Since it’s still fairly new it could do with some driving.”
He led her to the living room. Pieces of television, toaster, computer, and radiator lay everywhere. Standing in the middle was the TARDIS.
It had taken on the form of a wardrobe whenever it was in their flat, so every time she walked into it, she felt like she was entering Narnia.
They walked inside, greeted by the oh-so-familiar coral beams and green-ish lighting.
The Doctor pulled levers and hit switches, dancing around the console with glee. The TARDIS had started working three days ago, and he’d been looking for every excuse to fly it without putting too much strain on it.
The familiar wheezing started up and Rose grinned, moving closer to her husband.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“Rome in the year 4856 AD.” The Doctor said, pulling her towards the doors and swinging them open. “There’s a really brilliant-”
He stopped talking as he looked at the scene in front of him. They were standing near the edge of a forest. Trees surrounded them, and loud music floated their way from a spot in the distance where bright lights were visible.
“We-ell… This isn’t Rome.”
“Sounds like a party.” Rose said. She heard the loud crack of fireworks overhead. “Want to check it out?”
--
The party was in the backyard of a rather large mansion. The yard was filled with sharp dressed people, many of them holding wines and champagne. Loud modern day music blared in the background, but few people seemed to be paying attention to it. The accents, from what Rose and the Doctor could tell, seemed mostly American.
A large banner read:
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2014
“Well, four years in our future, then.” Rose observed.
“Yeah.” The Doctor agreed absentmindedly. “I don’t think we gave the TARDIS enough time to rest. She’s too young to make too many trips. I think we should stay the night.”
“And who might you be?”
Rose and the Doctor turned to see a large woman standing behind them.
The Doctor whipped out his Psychic paper. Rose had taken it wither to the parallel world after Canary Warf, a fact the Doctor was very happy about.
The woman looked at the paper and began to apologize profusely.
“I am terribly sorry.” She said. “I was told you wouldn’t be coming. Well, after the party, you’re free to spend the night. I’ll have a room made up for you.”
“Thank you.” The Doctor said as the woman hurried towards the house. He shrugged at Rose. “Guess we’ll be staying here then.”
--
Rose slid off her jeans and slipped into bed next to the Doctor, who had stripped down to his boxers.
“Sure you don’t need me to run back to the TARDIS?” He asked.
Rose mumbled a ‘no’ and switched off the lamp by their bed.
They’d left the house around noon, and arrived at the party around 5 local time. Most of the guests left after midnight, but the party lasted until around two. It was ridiculously long for a party, and Rose was knackered.
“Night.”
“Good night, Rose.”
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Rose tossed the covers off her, the heat having woken her up. She wasn’t sure where in America they’d landed, but it was hot.
Just as she’d gotten comfortable again, she heard the sound of a crash from downstairs. Hopping out of bed, she glanced at the Doctor. He was sound asleep, and she didn’t want to wake him in case it was nothing, so she decided to leave him be.
She scanned the dark room, but couldn’t see her jeans anywhere. Another noise sounded from downstairs, so she grabbed the Doctor’s tux pants and slipped them on, rolling up the pant leg and rolling down the waist a couple of times to make it fit better before running out the door.
--
The Doctor woke to the sound of the door closing. He moved his hand next to him, to where Rose was sleeping, but felt nothing. Groggily opening his eyes, he saw the covers on her side had been thrown off, and she was gone.
He clambered out of bed, flicked on the lamp, and began to look for his trousers.
They weren’t on the dresser where he left them, so he looked behind it to see if they’d fallen, but instead he found Rose’s skinny jeans.
Muttering a curse, he threw open the closet door to see if he had any other options.
--
Rose ran down the stairs, at the very obvious sound of fighting coming from one of the rooms down there.
She followed the noise before skidding to halt at the front of the living room. A large television was showing footage of an action movie.
“What time is it?” She asked.
The large woman from before turned to her with a grin. “Four AM.” She answered before turning her attention back to the screen.
“Four- don’t you people ever sleep??” She muttered tiredly.
Rose turned towards the door, a surprised laugh coming out of her mouth as she took in the sight of the man before her.
“You stole my trousers.” The Doctor said, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it stick up at less angles.
“Well you’re wearing a dress!” She shot back, “With a tuxedo jacket, for some reason.”
“I thought you’d been stolen or something, because your jeans were still there! There were dresses in the closet, so I grabbed one. And the jacket is to make the dress look less girly.”
Rose’s silent giggles turned into full on laughter. “You- Ha-ha- loo- ha-look like- Hahaha- you borrow- ha-ed your boyfriend’s jacket- hahaha!” She gasped out, doubled over with laughter.
The Doctor quickly pulled off the jacket and dropped it on Rose’s shoulders.
“Well you look like- uhh… I don’t know.” He said, failing in a retort. He reached into the jacket of the coat he’d put on Rose and pulled out the black bowtie.
He tied it around her neck, making sure it was straight.
“There. Complete.”
“You- ha- just need pearls and some stilettos. Hahaha!”
Rose became aware at that moment that the sound of punching and breaking glass was no longer audible. She turned slowly around to the four people now turned toward them. One popped popcorn in their mouth. The fifth was drooling on the couch, but the large woman was trying to nudge him awake.
“I- uh… We’ll be off.” The Doctor said, grabbing Rose’s hand and slinking out of the room.
“I think the TARDIS might be fine now.” He said, dragging Rose out the door. “And we’ll be trading your jeans and my shirt for this dress, I suppose.”
“I dare you to take us clubbing like this.” Rose said.
The Doctor gaped at her for a moment.
“We-ell… I never could resist a challenge…”