Five Times Glitter Bothered the Doctor. And One Time It Didn't. (1/6)
Title - Five Times Glitter Bothered the Doctor. And One Time It Didn't. (1/6)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - Ten, Rose, OCs
Spoilers - Through the end of S2
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - His daughters like glitter.
Author's Notes - jlrpuckis still gallivanting in the UK, lucky cow, but before she took off she kindly beta'd this for me. Thanks also to Kristin, who suggested several of these scenarios, and to bouncy_castle79 for the read-through. The lovely icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
Back from England, and have much to share, but primarily this: I WAS THISCLOSE TO DAVID TENNANT.
1
“It’s TARDIS’s birthday,” announced Athena, wisely, into the tranquility of a Vortex afternoon, and silence met her statement.
The Doctor looked at her. His daughters always called the TARDIS just “TARDIS.” He didn’t know how to break them of that habit. Just because you’re the Doctor, why do you think everyone needs a definite article? Athena had asked, and the Doctor hadn’t had an answer to that other than to proclaim Rule Number One to be that the TARDIS was the TARDIS. A Rule Number One that was as ignored as his Rule Number Ones normally were.
“TARDISes don’t have birthdays,” he said, as Fortuna handed him a party hat. Covered in pink glitter. He sighed.
“Do I have to wear the hat?” Brem asked.
“Everyone has to wear the hat,” said Fortuna. “Or you’ll hurt TARDIS’s feelings.”
The Doctor watched Brem reluctantly put his party hat on. “I’m serious. TARDISes don’t have birthdays.”
“TARDIS has baked a birthday cake,” Athena said, ignoring her father.
“What kind?” asked Rose, apparently humouring them.
“Chocolate,” answered Athena.
“Let me guess,” said Brem. “It has pink frosting.”
“And glitter!” exclaimed Fortuna. “Edible glitter, of course.”
“Of course,” Brem agreed, glumly.
“No, TARDISes are grown, not born. TARDIS-I mean, the TARDIS-doesn’t have a birthday,” said the Doctor.
Athena and Fortuna both looked at him, eyes wide and bright and sad. He had made them unhappy. Because he was insisting that their beloved TARDIS didn’t have a birthday.
He took a deep breath. And then he found himself singing. Happy birthday to you.
Athena and Fortuna beamed and joined in, dancing around. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear TARDIS. Happy birthday to you.
“You have to wear your hat, Daddy,” Fortuna told him, and he put on the ridiculous pink glitter hat.
The girls, skipping, led them to the kitchen, where there was a large pink cake with edible glitter and flickering candles.
“See?” said Athena, triumphant. “It really is TARDIS’s birthday.”
What he saw was that his TARDIS spoiled his children. But, confronted with a birthday cake, what could he do but carry it into the control room when the girls asked him to.
There was a moment of silence.
The Doctor looked at his daughters. “What are we-”
They were both fixedly watching the cake.
“TARDIS is going to blow out the candles,” Athena said, confidently, and Fortuna nodded in affirmation.
The Doctor looked at Rose, who looked amused and indulgent. He looked at Brem, who was also watching the cake with interest, as if he wanted to know what would happen.
And he leaned furtively toward the controls, pressed a dial, and sent a sudden gust of wind sweeping through the control room. The dial was supposed to freshen the atmosphere of the control room, if it got contaminated with something. But it would do to blow out candles on a birthday cake.
The candles out, Athena and Fortuna bounced up and down and clapped their hands.
“What do you think TARDIS wished for?” Fortuna asked her father, as he sliced cake using the slicing function on the sonic screwdriver.
“If she told you, it wouldn’t come true.”
“I bet she wished she were pink and glittery,” suggested Athena.
“I know for a fact she did not,” the Doctor told her, and handed her cake. “Eat your cake and stop worrying about the TARDIS’s birthday wish.”
“How do you know for a fact?” asked Fortuna.
“That’s just how smart I am. You eat your cake, too,” he said, and handed her a piece.
The girls retreated to the captain’s chair to eat their cake. Brem took his and sat on the grating opposite them. They were debating what edible glitter was made out of.
“Do you want cake?” the Doctor asked Rose. When she didn’t immediately answer, he looked up at her. She was grinning at him, tongue trapped between her teeth. “What?” he asked, defensively.
“You are so far gone.”
“I’m not, I…Let’s not discuss it.”
“It’s cute,” she said. “And I’d love some cake.”
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Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - Ten, Rose, OCs
Spoilers - Through the end of S2
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - His daughters like glitter.
Author's Notes - jlrpuckis still gallivanting in the UK, lucky cow, but before she took off she kindly beta'd this for me. Thanks also to Kristin, who suggested several of these scenarios, and to bouncy_castle79 for the read-through. The lovely icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
Back from England, and have much to share, but primarily this: I WAS THISCLOSE TO DAVID TENNANT.
1
“It’s TARDIS’s birthday,” announced Athena, wisely, into the tranquility of a Vortex afternoon, and silence met her statement.
The Doctor looked at her. His daughters always called the TARDIS just “TARDIS.” He didn’t know how to break them of that habit. Just because you’re the Doctor, why do you think everyone needs a definite article? Athena had asked, and the Doctor hadn’t had an answer to that other than to proclaim Rule Number One to be that the TARDIS was the TARDIS. A Rule Number One that was as ignored as his Rule Number Ones normally were.
“TARDISes don’t have birthdays,” he said, as Fortuna handed him a party hat. Covered in pink glitter. He sighed.
“Do I have to wear the hat?” Brem asked.
“Everyone has to wear the hat,” said Fortuna. “Or you’ll hurt TARDIS’s feelings.”
The Doctor watched Brem reluctantly put his party hat on. “I’m serious. TARDISes don’t have birthdays.”
“TARDIS has baked a birthday cake,” Athena said, ignoring her father.
“What kind?” asked Rose, apparently humouring them.
“Chocolate,” answered Athena.
“Let me guess,” said Brem. “It has pink frosting.”
“And glitter!” exclaimed Fortuna. “Edible glitter, of course.”
“Of course,” Brem agreed, glumly.
“No, TARDISes are grown, not born. TARDIS-I mean, the TARDIS-doesn’t have a birthday,” said the Doctor.
Athena and Fortuna both looked at him, eyes wide and bright and sad. He had made them unhappy. Because he was insisting that their beloved TARDIS didn’t have a birthday.
He took a deep breath. And then he found himself singing. Happy birthday to you.
Athena and Fortuna beamed and joined in, dancing around. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear TARDIS. Happy birthday to you.
“You have to wear your hat, Daddy,” Fortuna told him, and he put on the ridiculous pink glitter hat.
The girls, skipping, led them to the kitchen, where there was a large pink cake with edible glitter and flickering candles.
“See?” said Athena, triumphant. “It really is TARDIS’s birthday.”
What he saw was that his TARDIS spoiled his children. But, confronted with a birthday cake, what could he do but carry it into the control room when the girls asked him to.
There was a moment of silence.
The Doctor looked at his daughters. “What are we-”
They were both fixedly watching the cake.
“TARDIS is going to blow out the candles,” Athena said, confidently, and Fortuna nodded in affirmation.
The Doctor looked at Rose, who looked amused and indulgent. He looked at Brem, who was also watching the cake with interest, as if he wanted to know what would happen.
And he leaned furtively toward the controls, pressed a dial, and sent a sudden gust of wind sweeping through the control room. The dial was supposed to freshen the atmosphere of the control room, if it got contaminated with something. But it would do to blow out candles on a birthday cake.
The candles out, Athena and Fortuna bounced up and down and clapped their hands.
“What do you think TARDIS wished for?” Fortuna asked her father, as he sliced cake using the slicing function on the sonic screwdriver.
“If she told you, it wouldn’t come true.”
“I bet she wished she were pink and glittery,” suggested Athena.
“I know for a fact she did not,” the Doctor told her, and handed her cake. “Eat your cake and stop worrying about the TARDIS’s birthday wish.”
“How do you know for a fact?” asked Fortuna.
“That’s just how smart I am. You eat your cake, too,” he said, and handed her a piece.
The girls retreated to the captain’s chair to eat their cake. Brem took his and sat on the grating opposite them. They were debating what edible glitter was made out of.
“Do you want cake?” the Doctor asked Rose. When she didn’t immediately answer, he looked up at her. She was grinning at him, tongue trapped between her teeth. “What?” he asked, defensively.
“You are so far gone.”
“I’m not, I…Let’s not discuss it.”
“It’s cute,” she said. “And I’d love some cake.”
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