Red Trainers
Inspired by my shoes repeatedly getting soaked because of all the water in my school's parking lot :)
Written for danaems who was having a bad day a couple days ago. Hope your parents haven't said anything more about DW/TW being a bad obsession *hug*
Title: Red Trainers
Author:
janna_hawkins
Summary: Some planets can be really no fun at all. Especially when they're in the middle of their rainy season...
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Doctor Who except my psychic paper, sonic screwdriver and sonic pen :)
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"And why did we even go to that planet?" Rose demanded, hands on her hips.
The Doctor brushed some excess water from his hair and frowned. "Well, it wasn't like it the last time I was there. Mind you, I wasn't there during the rainy season last time."
"But you knew there was one?"
"Of course. Most worlds have one on at least some part of the surface. Helps to keep the planetary temperatures down."
"And you didn't think to check the weather before heading outside?"
"Well...no, not really. I just assumed..."
"Yeah, well your assumption cost me a new pair of trainers!" she shouted, holding up a soggy mass of cloth and rubber.
He frowned and glanced down at his own red Converse. They were almost perfectly dry.
Rose followed his gaze and what could only be called an evil smirk spread over her face. "Pray tell, Doctor, how my shoes were completely ruined and yours are in perfect condition?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that they’re in perfect condition," he said with a frown, pulling one off. "See here, that's a scorch mark from the last time we came across laser gun-wielding aliens. And that scuff there is from running away from the Cyb-Oi! Give it back!"
Rose grinned and plopped down on the console bench to pull her newly acquired prize onto her still wet foot.
"Roose!"
"You're whining again," she admonished as she admired the red shoe on her foot.
"I'm a Time Lord, we don't whine," he said with a scowl. "Now give me back my shoe!"
"No. Mine are ruined because of you so I have the right to take yours."
" 'Right?' What right? There's no right anywhere that lets you have my shoe! Give it back!"
"Oh, stop whining. It’s only until I can get some new ones of my own."
"B-but, what will I wear?"
"Look in the wardrobe room. I'm sure there are some old shoes of yours in there. Everything else in the universe is."
"Oi!"
"Well it's true," she said cheerfully. "Now, fork over the other one."
"No, I don't think so. Why don't you go look for another pair? I'm sure there are plenty of shoes your size in the wardrobe room."
"But I like yours! They're so warm and they fit me perfectly."
"Of course they do. They're magic shoes."
Rose sat up quickly. "Seriously?"
"Weeell maybe magic is too complicated a word. More like...tweaked? Yes, tweaked. Fascinating word that is. Can be used for so many different situations."
"Doctor?"
"For example you could say 'I'm going to go tweak this loose screw into place' or 'I need to tweak this sentence so it sounds perfect'. "
"Doctor!"
He turned to frown at her. "I'm right here, Rose. No need to shout."
"Yes, but you weren't listening."
"Oh. Well, what did you want to say?"
"What do you mean these shoes are tweaked? Tweaked how?"
"Well, tweaked so that they'd be mostly waterproof and fit anyone who wore them perfectly. Setting...1117 on the sonic screwdriver. Quite easy really."
"Oh is that so?" Rose asked, a dangerous glint appearing in her eyes that went completely unnoticed by the Doctor. "Then why didn't you do it to mine?"
"You never asked," he said with a shrug.
The Doctor spent the next fifteen minutes running for his life from a furious Rose Tyler wielding his lone red shoe.