Drabble: The Sting
A very silly drabble for dave7 to celebrate finishing the final exam for his radiotherapy qualification. Next stop, gainful employment!
Title: The Sting
Author: wmr wendymr
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Rated: PG
Prompt given: Ten, sore
The Sting
“You’re laughing at me again.” A sulky, wounded face turns in her direction. “Laughing at me! That’s just... it’s just wrong!”
“Sorry.” She struggles to keep a straight face and fails. “ ‘S just... you should’ve seen yourself! How’d you end up sitting in that nettle-patch anyway?” With his trousers missing, too. This is one adventure she won’t forget in a hurry.
“I was... It was...” Huffily, he tilts his chin. “You’ll only laugh.”
“Probably.” She grins.
“It hurts!” he complains.
“Rub dock leaves on it.” He pouts. “Or... I could do it?”
He grins and grabs her hand. “Oh, yes!”
Title: The Sting
Author: wmr wendymr
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Rated: PG
Prompt given: Ten, sore
The Sting
“You’re laughing at me again.” A sulky, wounded face turns in her direction. “Laughing at me! That’s just... it’s just wrong!”
“Sorry.” She struggles to keep a straight face and fails. “ ‘S just... you should’ve seen yourself! How’d you end up sitting in that nettle-patch anyway?” With his trousers missing, too. This is one adventure she won’t forget in a hurry.
“I was... It was...” Huffily, he tilts his chin. “You’ll only laugh.”
“Probably.” She grins.
“It hurts!” he complains.
“Rub dock leaves on it.” He pouts. “Or... I could do it?”
He grins and grabs her hand. “Oh, yes!”