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Written for xsilverxlightx's prompt in the Doctor Rose Fixathon
Rated G
Prompt: "Oh but this is brilliant, Rose! It's like you're Batman! Vitex heiress to the public, Torchwood's Defender of the Earth in secret."
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“You know that drawer’s never going to open again, right?” The Doctor said, breaking the silence that had fallen in Rose’s office.
Rose glanced up from her desk. She was holding down a pile of things so she could snap the drawer closed.
“Um… Not a good idea?”
“Not- really.”
Everything was weird. She’d tried to have a talk with her mum about the whole just-got-left-on-a-beach-with-a-half-human-clone-of-the-bloke-I-love-who’s-probably-lonely-now-ohgod-what-the-hell-do-I-do situation, but she merely pointed out it was her fault for getting infatuated with an alien, and actually it was a step towards normalcy. Now they lived in a place no bigger on the inside, he was at least half of the same species as her, and there was no chance of her swanning off and dying on a different world.
The conversation hadn’t really gone well, all in all.
It was their second day back in the parallel universe, the first having been the day everything was happy for only about two seconds- when they were running towards each other, and before he was shot. Then the daleks mucked it up, and she was left on a beach.
She’d try to think it over in bed- he was on the couch- but she had always been most pessimistic right before she fell asleep, so she had more cons than pros. And she cried a bit.
That morning was better. She was knackered from lack of sleep, there was a slightly awkward silence, and she’d burned the bacon (as always), but her thoughts were more optimistic. Also, she learned he could cook eggs better than she could, so maybe he’d be good to have around. Pro.
The drive to Torchwood had been filled with radio music and no speaking. After a quick tour of the building, she introduced him to her teammates, which was nice. He was friendly as always, and they were thrilled to have met the man they’d heard all about. (Plus, she’d explained all the info in an email to them the earlier night, so they didn’t ask anything she didn’t feel like answering. And no one else knew enough to have any questions.)
When they got to her office, he fawned over how impressive it was, and look at that view though god you could tidy up a bit. She was glad for the joke, and to see he was as rude and kind as ever.
She paused in her tidying, pushing her hair behind her ears.
“Do you want to get lunch?” She asked, “I know a great Thai place down the road.”
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Rose cringed at she pulled the Doctor past the paparazzi, silently refusing to answer their questions.
The Doctor waved at them.
“Who’s the new bloke?”
“I’m the Doctor. Hello!” He chirped. Rose glared at a man with a particularly bright flash. Who needed a bloody flash anyway? It was noon, for god’s sake.
"Are you romantically involved?”
“Does he have to do with the out of country work you were just involved in?”
“Is it true your brother isn’t Pete Tyler’s son?”
Rose’s eye twitched.
“NO.” She answered to the last question, waving down a cab.
She shoved the Doctor in first, closing the door with a little more force than was really necessary.
“I thought it was just down the road?”
“It is. Uh, do you know Thai Ruby? On Stevenson’s? Ta.”
Rose leaned her head onto his shoulder, pushing the hair away from her head with an annoyed huff.
She suspected they’d only get worse for a while now the Doctor was here.
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“What was that about?” The Doctor asked over his pad kee mao.
“Ugh. Nothing. Mysterious Vitex heiress that appeared out of nowhere one day and all. Don’t know why they care.” A thought occurred to her. “Oh, don’t mention anything about Torchwood. It’s a secret. They think that building’s just one of the Vitex HQs.”
"Oh but this is brilliant, Rose! It's like you're Batman! Vitex heiress to the public, Torchwood's Defender of the Earth in secret."
Rose laughed.
“That makes you Robin, you know.”
“Aw, can’t I be someone else?”
“Catwoman?”
“Well, I think it’s decided I look quite dashing in leather.”
She choked on her soup, clutched the table cloth with laughter, and nearly spilled the Coke he’d been served in a wine glass.
“Heh- I think the old you, yes.” She says, “When this you wears black, you just look a bit pale.”
“OI… Was I better in the Jim Jams?”
“Oh, definitely.”
“Lovely, I’ll be Arthur Dent. Although Ford’s more appropriate. I’m no stranger to space.”
“Who, and who?”
“Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Roooose!” He whined, looking almost offended that she didn’t know.
“Oh. He’s not a superhero!” Um…Right?”
“Superman!” He slammed the table, shaking his Coke and causing the waiter to poke his head up from where he was straightening one of the tables. At least there was no one else there. “Quite fitting, I think.”
“Well it’s decided, we’ll go as Batman and Superman to the Vitex Halloween party. Holiday’s bit of a bigger deal in this Britain.”
“Ooh! Ooh!” He looked beside himself with excitement. “CAN WE GO TRICK OR TREATING?”
Not too normal then.
They’d be ok, Rose thought.