FIC: The Perfect Holiday (1/5)
Hello all! So this is a Valentine's day prompt, yay!
Title: The Perfect Holiday
Author: LadyRiona
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Currently, it's appropriate for all ages but there will be smutz later so the rating will go up.
Summary: The Doctor promises Rose the perfect holiday of her choosing. Can they have a normal Valentine's Day?
Author's Note: This is set early in Season 2, probably somewhere after Tooth and Claw but before School Reunion.
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Chapter 1: In Which Rose Names Her Perfect Holiday
“Rose Tyler!”
Rose’s heart jumped into her throat as the Doctor appeared over the back of her reading chair. An echo of an embarrassing squeal sounded in the library and she was pretty sure it had come from her. Blood flowed into her cheeks as she looked up at the Doctor, putting her book in her lap.
“Yes, Doctor?” she asked, trying to control the pitch in her voice that was perilously high from her fright.
The Doctor gave her that heart melting smile she was quickly recognizing as trademark before speaking. “We’re going on an adventure, Rose. I want you to pick a holiday, and I’ll make it perfect!” His words nearly ran together in his excitement; Rose had a hard time keeping up with him. She was still adjusting to some of this new, new Doctor, and his rapid fire pace of speaking was definitely one of those new things.
Rose blinked a few times at him before she processed his words. “Perfect holiday?” she asked. He nodded. “Any holiday I want?” Another nod. “Even one of those American ones?”
This made him pause. “Well. I mean, sure, why not?” He considered for another moment before nodding. “Sure, even one of those American holidays. What have they got that you don’t again?”
“Let’s see,” Rose took her hands off her book to tick off from her fingers, “they’ve got Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, umm, President’s Day--hey!” Quickly, she reached out to apprehend the book the Doctor had just snatched from her lap. “I was readin’ that!”
He thumbed through the pages a little, skimming them. “What are you reading, Rose?” He looked at the leatherbound book curiously for a title. “Is this one of those romance novels where some poor bloke has lost his shirt the entire time?”
“No!” Rose gave up her attempts to steal back her book and huffed. “It’s Shakespeare. Much Ado About Nothing.”
The Doctor gave her a pleased smile, obviously approving of her reading material. “Very good, Rose Tyler. Maybe I’ll take you to see it one of these days. Meet The Bard himself, even!” He smiled and returned the book. Rose just grinned at him. “Right, so, pick a holiday! Dress for it! Meet me in the console room, and we’ll be off!”
Rose sat back in the chair as he disappeared. Any holiday, even the American ones. Not that she had any interest in them, really. As she wandered off to her room, she thought about her mum, and what she was doing. It occurred to Rose that it was Valentine’s Day soon in her timeline; they could go see her mum for that!
Mind made up, she began to ponder the evening further. As she thought, she began to rifle through her closet, coming up with tshirt after tshirt and jeans after jeans. None of her findings were things she’d want to wear for the Perfect Valentine’s Day. Yes, all were extremely functional if it were any other adventure and there was running expected.
Rose paused. Running was always to be expected with the Doctor.
With a frustrated sigh, she gave up looking in her own closet. “You’ll have something for me, girl, wontcha?” she asked, looking up at the ceiling. The TARDIS hummed a different tune, as if in acknowledgment, and Rose felt reassurance wash through her mind. “Knew I could count on you.”
The wardrobe room was really much more promising, and much more diverse. There were floors upon floors upon layers upon layers of just clothes. Her mum would absolutely die, and die happy here if she were to ever see it. Rose smiled to herself as she pulled a saucy red number off the rack and held it up in front of the mirror. She gave herself a seductive look, complete with pouty lips and half-lidded eyes before bursting into a fit of giggles. What she wouldn’t give to see the Doctor’s face if she came out in that!
She picked through a few more items ranging from floor length gowns - extremely impractical- to super short dresses that Victoria Beckham would have envied in her days as Posh. Something told Rose those were even more impractical. She was just about to become exasperated and give up her search when she saw it. The Dress. Quickly, she grabbed it and a pair of flats - always prepared - and ran back to her room with her attire for the evening.
~~~~~
The Doctor flipped a few knobs and turned a few dials on the console aimlessly. He had no idea what Rose would come up with for her perfect holiday. Considering they had included any American holidays, she could pick pretty much anything, not to mention any time period. Still, he’d do anything for her, if she asked.
With a sigh, he stopped his small dance around the console and leaned back on his heels. Would he really do anything for her? He’d taken her back to 1987 to see her father, and despite the disastrous ending had kept her onboard. Even when all her little boyfriends she’d brought on board had proved to be rather less than the best, it had only proved to him how fantastic she was. She was, in a word - and that was difficult for this regeneration, to use just one word - brilliant. She was clever, witty...attractive.
“What d’you think?”
Her words startled him out of his thoughts, drawing his gaze to the entrance of the console room. Light outlined her figure until she stepped completely into the room. A feeling of deja vu and a sense of Cardiff 1869 overtook him as he gazed at her, awestruck. She was wearing a knee length black dress that hugged each of her curves. The neckline exposed just enough of her creamy white skin over her collar bones to be teasing. Her hair was parted just off to one side and slightly teased, giving her a tousled look.
“You look beautiful,” he told her genuinely. No sarcastic comment followed. He was sincere.
Yes, he would do anything for her.
Rose blushed, smiling at him, and toed the ground. He eyed her shoes - black canvas flats - and grinned. “Sensible footwear,” he commented, nodding briefly at them.
She just nodded and began to close the distance between them. “Well, I’ve learned to always expect to run,” she said with a smirk.
“Oi!” The Doctor frowned in mock offense.
“But running with you? ‘s not so bad,” she finished as she reached him, still smiling.
With Rose so close to him in that dress that looked to have been made just for her, smelling as delicious as she did, the Doctor felt the situation slipping away from him, into forbidden territory. Hands off the human, he told himself, forcing himself to shove his hands in his pockets.
“Right!” he exclaimed to break the moment. He turned to the TARDIS. “What is your perfect holiday, Rose?” he asked. “Obviously something nice.”
Another blush came over her face as she leaned on the console beside him. The Doctor caught a view of the back of her dress, or the lack thereof. The shoulder straps met over her shoulders but a large oval cut out exposed the expanse of her back to him, coming to a V just above her bum. He swallowed hard and looked at the controls.
“Well,” she began, not meeting his gaze, “I’ve never had a nice Valentine’s Day. Mum always got me these chocolates in the heart shaped boxes, but that’s what your mum is supposed to do, yeah? I’ve always had this idea, though, of the perfect Valentine’s Day. Flowers, dinner, a stroll down the boardwalk.” She trailed off, looking down at her feet. “Never got any of that with Jimmy. And Mickey? Well, it just never occurred to him to do something like that, I s’pose.” She cleared her throat before looking up at him.
“So, I was thinking, we could go to London, my time, see my Mum for a little bit to say hello and maybe, I dunno, have a nice dinner?” Rose looked at him imploringly.
The Doctor had ceased all movement the moment she’d said Valentine’s Day. The thoughts still rolling in his head from his previous self about “not doing domestic” reared to the forefront of his brain but he pushed them away. Still, he couldn’t push away the bubble of words that spewed forth as he began flipping dials and turning knobs on the console.
“Funny thing about Valentine’s Day. Did you know that it was originally a feast day to honour one or many of the St Valentine’s who were martyred on that day? The most popular martyrology talks about St Valentine marrying people who were forbidden to marry and ministering to Christians being persecuted by the Roman Empire. It was only when courtly love was flourishing in the High Middle Ages that Chaucer - talkative man, him - decided to associate it with romantic love. So by the 15th century, it had evolved into the exchanging of gifts and confections and the like.”
The Doctor looked up from the console at Rose; she was looking at him with a slightly bewildered expression. “Interesting,” she said at length after blinking a few times.
He cleared his throat. “Right, so...London, 2006, here we come.”
Title: The Perfect Holiday
Author: LadyRiona
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Currently, it's appropriate for all ages but there will be smutz later so the rating will go up.
Summary: The Doctor promises Rose the perfect holiday of her choosing. Can they have a normal Valentine's Day?
Author's Note: This is set early in Season 2, probably somewhere after Tooth and Claw but before School Reunion.
banner made by the wonderful, skillfu callistawolf! Thanks doll!
Chapter 1: In Which Rose Names Her Perfect Holiday
“Rose Tyler!”
Rose’s heart jumped into her throat as the Doctor appeared over the back of her reading chair. An echo of an embarrassing squeal sounded in the library and she was pretty sure it had come from her. Blood flowed into her cheeks as she looked up at the Doctor, putting her book in her lap.
“Yes, Doctor?” she asked, trying to control the pitch in her voice that was perilously high from her fright.
The Doctor gave her that heart melting smile she was quickly recognizing as trademark before speaking. “We’re going on an adventure, Rose. I want you to pick a holiday, and I’ll make it perfect!” His words nearly ran together in his excitement; Rose had a hard time keeping up with him. She was still adjusting to some of this new, new Doctor, and his rapid fire pace of speaking was definitely one of those new things.
Rose blinked a few times at him before she processed his words. “Perfect holiday?” she asked. He nodded. “Any holiday I want?” Another nod. “Even one of those American ones?”
This made him pause. “Well. I mean, sure, why not?” He considered for another moment before nodding. “Sure, even one of those American holidays. What have they got that you don’t again?”
“Let’s see,” Rose took her hands off her book to tick off from her fingers, “they’ve got Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, umm, President’s Day--hey!” Quickly, she reached out to apprehend the book the Doctor had just snatched from her lap. “I was readin’ that!”
He thumbed through the pages a little, skimming them. “What are you reading, Rose?” He looked at the leatherbound book curiously for a title. “Is this one of those romance novels where some poor bloke has lost his shirt the entire time?”
“No!” Rose gave up her attempts to steal back her book and huffed. “It’s Shakespeare. Much Ado About Nothing.”
The Doctor gave her a pleased smile, obviously approving of her reading material. “Very good, Rose Tyler. Maybe I’ll take you to see it one of these days. Meet The Bard himself, even!” He smiled and returned the book. Rose just grinned at him. “Right, so, pick a holiday! Dress for it! Meet me in the console room, and we’ll be off!”
Rose sat back in the chair as he disappeared. Any holiday, even the American ones. Not that she had any interest in them, really. As she wandered off to her room, she thought about her mum, and what she was doing. It occurred to Rose that it was Valentine’s Day soon in her timeline; they could go see her mum for that!
Mind made up, she began to ponder the evening further. As she thought, she began to rifle through her closet, coming up with tshirt after tshirt and jeans after jeans. None of her findings were things she’d want to wear for the Perfect Valentine’s Day. Yes, all were extremely functional if it were any other adventure and there was running expected.
Rose paused. Running was always to be expected with the Doctor.
With a frustrated sigh, she gave up looking in her own closet. “You’ll have something for me, girl, wontcha?” she asked, looking up at the ceiling. The TARDIS hummed a different tune, as if in acknowledgment, and Rose felt reassurance wash through her mind. “Knew I could count on you.”
The wardrobe room was really much more promising, and much more diverse. There were floors upon floors upon layers upon layers of just clothes. Her mum would absolutely die, and die happy here if she were to ever see it. Rose smiled to herself as she pulled a saucy red number off the rack and held it up in front of the mirror. She gave herself a seductive look, complete with pouty lips and half-lidded eyes before bursting into a fit of giggles. What she wouldn’t give to see the Doctor’s face if she came out in that!
She picked through a few more items ranging from floor length gowns - extremely impractical- to super short dresses that Victoria Beckham would have envied in her days as Posh. Something told Rose those were even more impractical. She was just about to become exasperated and give up her search when she saw it. The Dress. Quickly, she grabbed it and a pair of flats - always prepared - and ran back to her room with her attire for the evening.
~~~~~
The Doctor flipped a few knobs and turned a few dials on the console aimlessly. He had no idea what Rose would come up with for her perfect holiday. Considering they had included any American holidays, she could pick pretty much anything, not to mention any time period. Still, he’d do anything for her, if she asked.
With a sigh, he stopped his small dance around the console and leaned back on his heels. Would he really do anything for her? He’d taken her back to 1987 to see her father, and despite the disastrous ending had kept her onboard. Even when all her little boyfriends she’d brought on board had proved to be rather less than the best, it had only proved to him how fantastic she was. She was, in a word - and that was difficult for this regeneration, to use just one word - brilliant. She was clever, witty...attractive.
“What d’you think?”
Her words startled him out of his thoughts, drawing his gaze to the entrance of the console room. Light outlined her figure until she stepped completely into the room. A feeling of deja vu and a sense of Cardiff 1869 overtook him as he gazed at her, awestruck. She was wearing a knee length black dress that hugged each of her curves. The neckline exposed just enough of her creamy white skin over her collar bones to be teasing. Her hair was parted just off to one side and slightly teased, giving her a tousled look.
“You look beautiful,” he told her genuinely. No sarcastic comment followed. He was sincere.
Yes, he would do anything for her.
Rose blushed, smiling at him, and toed the ground. He eyed her shoes - black canvas flats - and grinned. “Sensible footwear,” he commented, nodding briefly at them.
She just nodded and began to close the distance between them. “Well, I’ve learned to always expect to run,” she said with a smirk.
“Oi!” The Doctor frowned in mock offense.
“But running with you? ‘s not so bad,” she finished as she reached him, still smiling.
With Rose so close to him in that dress that looked to have been made just for her, smelling as delicious as she did, the Doctor felt the situation slipping away from him, into forbidden territory. Hands off the human, he told himself, forcing himself to shove his hands in his pockets.
“Right!” he exclaimed to break the moment. He turned to the TARDIS. “What is your perfect holiday, Rose?” he asked. “Obviously something nice.”
Another blush came over her face as she leaned on the console beside him. The Doctor caught a view of the back of her dress, or the lack thereof. The shoulder straps met over her shoulders but a large oval cut out exposed the expanse of her back to him, coming to a V just above her bum. He swallowed hard and looked at the controls.
“Well,” she began, not meeting his gaze, “I’ve never had a nice Valentine’s Day. Mum always got me these chocolates in the heart shaped boxes, but that’s what your mum is supposed to do, yeah? I’ve always had this idea, though, of the perfect Valentine’s Day. Flowers, dinner, a stroll down the boardwalk.” She trailed off, looking down at her feet. “Never got any of that with Jimmy. And Mickey? Well, it just never occurred to him to do something like that, I s’pose.” She cleared her throat before looking up at him.
“So, I was thinking, we could go to London, my time, see my Mum for a little bit to say hello and maybe, I dunno, have a nice dinner?” Rose looked at him imploringly.
The Doctor had ceased all movement the moment she’d said Valentine’s Day. The thoughts still rolling in his head from his previous self about “not doing domestic” reared to the forefront of his brain but he pushed them away. Still, he couldn’t push away the bubble of words that spewed forth as he began flipping dials and turning knobs on the console.
“Funny thing about Valentine’s Day. Did you know that it was originally a feast day to honour one or many of the St Valentine’s who were martyred on that day? The most popular martyrology talks about St Valentine marrying people who were forbidden to marry and ministering to Christians being persecuted by the Roman Empire. It was only when courtly love was flourishing in the High Middle Ages that Chaucer - talkative man, him - decided to associate it with romantic love. So by the 15th century, it had evolved into the exchanging of gifts and confections and the like.”
The Doctor looked up from the console at Rose; she was looking at him with a slightly bewildered expression. “Interesting,” she said at length after blinking a few times.
He cleared his throat. “Right, so...London, 2006, here we come.”