Five Times Glitter Bothered the Doctor. And One Time It Didn't. (2/6)
Title - Five Times Glitter Bothered the Doctor. And One Time It Didn't. (2/6)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
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_castle79for the read-through. The lovely icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
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The Doctor tried not to disturb Rose when she was sleeping. But sometimes there was no other alternative.
“Rose,” he began, entering their bedroom, only to see that she was not sleeping, because Brem was already there, reading out loud from some book. “What are you doing?” asked the Doctor, frowning. “You’re not supposed to bother your mother when she’s sleeping.”
“I know. But, Dad, I had to tell her about this flower I read about it in here, that has these petals, that-”
“Mum! Mum!” shouted the girls, pushing past him in a mad dash to the bed, which they leaped upon with enthusiasm. They immediately began talking loudly over each other, gesticulating toward him.
“Oi!” he said, hurrying into the room. “Don’t listen to a word they say.”
Rose, sitting up in bed and resigned to not getting any sleep in the near future, looked from her daughters to her husband and back again. “What’s this all about?”
All three of them began talking at once. Brem lifted his eyebrows and, looking intrigued, shut his book.
“One at a time,” Rose interrupted their babble. “One.” She held one finger up in illustration. “Fortuna. You go.”
“Why does she get to go first?” complained the Doctor.
“Because she’s the youngest.”
Fortuna, looking pleased at the honour of going first-an honour which Rose recognized the baby of the family seldom got to enjoy-beamed a bit, scrambled into a better story-telling position, and announced, dramatically, “Daddy is not listening to TARDIS’s wishes.”
“That’s a lie!” protested the Doctor.
Rose glared at him and looked back at Fortuna. “Why not?”
“TARDIS wants to be pretty. She’s a girl. Why shouldn’t she be pretty?”
The Doctor grew tired of this. “They want to make the console pink, Rose. With pink glitter.”
“We’re only going to use the glitter as an accent,” sniffed Athena.
“We’re not using the glitter in any way, for any purpose, because we are not touching the TARDIS console.”
“Daddy says no,” Rose said, and turned another glare on him. “I’m not sure why I had to be woken up for this.”
“You weren’t sleeping!” The Doctor gestured to Brem.
“Yeah, but I had something important to tell Mum,” Brem defended himself.
“Daddy says no,” Rose told the girls again. “Now everyone needs to get out so I can get some sleep.”
“But why can’t we?” begged Athena.
“Oh please oh please oh please?” added Fortuna.
“She wants us to.”
“See?” said the Doctor. “They won’t stop whining about this. Tell them that they can’t paint the TARDIS console. They’ll listen to you.”
Rose sighed. “You can’t paint the TARDIS console. She’s been…coral a long time. And she likes it.”
“But, Mum-”
“She likes it. You can paint something else pink with glitter accents.”
“Yes,” the Doctor agreed, calmly. “I told them they could paint Madrid.”
“What?” exclaimed Brem. “No!”
Rose, wide-eyed, stared at him. “You can’t paint the dog.”
“Why not?”
“It is a miracle,” Rose gritted out, “a miracle, I tell you, that you haven’t yet managed to kill us all while I’m sleeping.”
The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think…Why do you say that?” He sounded hurt.
“But TARDIS hid Madrid, Mum,” said Fortuna.
“She doesn’t want us to paint Madrid,” continued Athena. “Because she wants us to paint her.”
“No one-no person, no animal, no sentient, living being-is going to be painted pink, do you hear me? The TARDIS is going to make you a room. A big, empty room. And you can paint it with pink and glitter accents.”
“Ooh,” said the Doctor. “That’s a good solution.”
“Yes,” sighed Rose, in exasperation. “I’m a problem-solver.”
Athena and Fortuna were considering this plan.
Fortuna looked at Athena. “The pink room should help TARDIS feel prettier.”
“I guess so,” said Athena, and then turned to her father gravely. “We accept Mum’s compromise.”
“Good,” said Rose, wearily. “Now everyone out.”
“’Night, Mum,” said Athena, kissing her cheek.
“’Night, Mum,” said Fortuna, mirroring her sister’s action.
“Good night, darlings,” she said, and watched them file out of the room with Brem. Then she looked at the Doctor. “And what are you doing?”
He hesitated for a second. “I thought…maybe…” He made an awkward gesture.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” she huffed. “I’m supposed to be sleeping.”
“Yeah, but you’re not,” he pointed out.
“Fine.” She took her top off. “But let’s hurry up about it.”
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