It's the Thought (1/1)
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Beta:
dettiot
Summary: Rose gives the Doctor a Christmas gift that doesn't quite have the impact she expected. Oh, it's silly. Extremely silly. I warned you. Further author's note at the end.
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The shiny green and gold wrapping paper rustled as the Doctor ripped into it. Of course he wouldn't be the type to work the Sellotape loose and neatly unfold the paper, Rose thought. He would take the path of least resistance to get to his gift.
The exposed corner had "NEW!" emblazoned across it in scarlet. He tore the rest of the paper off. She caught her breath, unsure of his reaction.
He wasn't sure, either. He put on his glasses and studied the box, shifting it around in his hands as if it would make more sense if viewed from a different angle.
"It's a toothbrush," he stated finally, and offered her a smile that didn't show his teeth.
"It's a sonic toothbrush." She was rethinking her plan. Perhaps a personal grooming implement wasn't the best gift, even if it was sonic. She remembered one Christmas when her mum had given her a gadget designed to magically melt cellulite away. She knew perfectly well that a cousin had given it to Jackie the year before and it had been tucked away in the closet since then. "I thought - well, everything could be a little more sonic, right?"
"Not making a scathing critique of my personal hygiene?"
She scrambled. "No. You have lovely teeth. Very white. And good for - chewing things?" Normally, she left the babbling to the Doctor, who had elevated it to an art form.
"They're new," he added helpfully when she faltered. At that, she spotted the twinkle in his eye. The lines at the corner of his mouth deepened as he let loose a broad, beaming, white-toothed grin.
"You're having me on," she complained.
"You could have hurt my feelings! What if I've been nursing some secret, long-standing worry about my breath? I could have been headed for years of therapy."
"Have you?" she countered.
"No, but I could have."
"Oh, stop it," she said, and grabbed both his lapels to pull his face to hers. "Let me check." He opened his mouth and huffed out a breath for her examination. She sniffed. "Well, if you have to know," she said slowly.
His mouth snapped shut and he pulled back, eyes wide and spine straight. She dissolved into giggles.
"What?" he squeaked. "Now you're just being mean." He cupped his hand around his lips and exhaled. His nose twitched and for a fraction of a second, he looked concerned.
As soon as he put his hand down, she kissed him. He was still clutching the box with the sonic toothbrush and it poked her in the arm, but she didn't mind.
When she released him, he looked pleasantly rumpled and wore a silly smile. "It's capable of 50,000 brush strokes per minute," she told him. "And it has a remote control."
Some time later, she found him sitting on the grated floor of the TARDIS with his back to the console and bits of toothbrush scattered all around him. He would, of course, seek to improve on the basic design.
Even a toothbrush needed to be a little more sonic.
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Author's Note: I blame Oral-B for this. I saw the commercial for one of their new sonic toothbrushes that came with a remote monitor some time back and I've had the unshakable notion that the Doctor needed to have one. Merry Christmas.
Rating: G
Beta:
dettiot
Summary: Rose gives the Doctor a Christmas gift that doesn't quite have the impact she expected. Oh, it's silly. Extremely silly. I warned you. Further author's note at the end.
--
The shiny green and gold wrapping paper rustled as the Doctor ripped into it. Of course he wouldn't be the type to work the Sellotape loose and neatly unfold the paper, Rose thought. He would take the path of least resistance to get to his gift.
The exposed corner had "NEW!" emblazoned across it in scarlet. He tore the rest of the paper off. She caught her breath, unsure of his reaction.
He wasn't sure, either. He put on his glasses and studied the box, shifting it around in his hands as if it would make more sense if viewed from a different angle.
"It's a toothbrush," he stated finally, and offered her a smile that didn't show his teeth.
"It's a sonic toothbrush." She was rethinking her plan. Perhaps a personal grooming implement wasn't the best gift, even if it was sonic. She remembered one Christmas when her mum had given her a gadget designed to magically melt cellulite away. She knew perfectly well that a cousin had given it to Jackie the year before and it had been tucked away in the closet since then. "I thought - well, everything could be a little more sonic, right?"
"Not making a scathing critique of my personal hygiene?"
She scrambled. "No. You have lovely teeth. Very white. And good for - chewing things?" Normally, she left the babbling to the Doctor, who had elevated it to an art form.
"They're new," he added helpfully when she faltered. At that, she spotted the twinkle in his eye. The lines at the corner of his mouth deepened as he let loose a broad, beaming, white-toothed grin.
"You're having me on," she complained.
"You could have hurt my feelings! What if I've been nursing some secret, long-standing worry about my breath? I could have been headed for years of therapy."
"Have you?" she countered.
"No, but I could have."
"Oh, stop it," she said, and grabbed both his lapels to pull his face to hers. "Let me check." He opened his mouth and huffed out a breath for her examination. She sniffed. "Well, if you have to know," she said slowly.
His mouth snapped shut and he pulled back, eyes wide and spine straight. She dissolved into giggles.
"What?" he squeaked. "Now you're just being mean." He cupped his hand around his lips and exhaled. His nose twitched and for a fraction of a second, he looked concerned.
As soon as he put his hand down, she kissed him. He was still clutching the box with the sonic toothbrush and it poked her in the arm, but she didn't mind.
When she released him, he looked pleasantly rumpled and wore a silly smile. "It's capable of 50,000 brush strokes per minute," she told him. "And it has a remote control."
Some time later, she found him sitting on the grated floor of the TARDIS with his back to the console and bits of toothbrush scattered all around him. He would, of course, seek to improve on the basic design.
Even a toothbrush needed to be a little more sonic.
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Author's Note: I blame Oral-B for this. I saw the commercial for one of their new sonic toothbrushes that came with a remote monitor some time back and I've had the unshakable notion that the Doctor needed to have one. Merry Christmas.