#bubblygal92

Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eighth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Eighth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Eleventh Doctor Additional Tags: Doctor Who 50th Anniversary, Fix-It, Time War Summary:

Congratulations!

We weren’t able to find this. Does it sound familiar to anyone? -tblt

eta: Thanks to @lieselmargarite​ for finding this.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eighth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Eighth Doctor, Rose Tyler Summary:

Congratulations!

"Eligible bachelors from all over the galaxy attend the Ball. She is bound to find someone," he said. "Well then, Miss Tyler. You go and get dressed and I will pilot the TARDIS to get us to Nira."

"Anything particular I'm supposed to wear?" Rose asked.

"Something blue or black," he said absently, flicking the switches on the console. "And with feathers."

"Aren't you going to change?" Rose asked.

He looked down at his clothes. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" he asked, not caring that he sounded like a petulant child.

Rose smiled indulgently at him. "You said blue or black. Not green or grey," she said, casting a pointed glance at his attire.

"Fine, I'll change," he said, sulking slightly. Nope, not sulking. Time Lords did not sulk.

"Alright, then," Rose grinned and went to her room.

She was going to go to the wardrobe room but she needn't have bothered. There was a garment bag laid out on her bed. The TARDIS was always helpful to her. Rose zipped open the bag and gaped at the dress. Oh, it was gorgeous.

And it was both blue and black. Rose ran her hand over it and couldn't shake the excitement of looking like a princess.»

The Doctor looked confused. "What? Where?" he asked, in confusion.

"To dance," Rose said.

"No, no, no," he said immediately.

"What? Why not?" Rose asked.

"I don't dance," he said firmly.

"But Doctor," Rose said, turning on her pleading eyes. "I can't dance with anyone else," she said, jingling the chain that bound their hands for emphasis.

"Why do you have to dance?" he countered. "We could socialise. Meet more people," he suggested.

"Nuh-uh," Rose said. "When you promised to take me to a Ball, the dancing is included," she said firmly. Then she smiled slyly. "Unless, I can take the chain off and find another partner."

He fiddled with the pocket watch attached to his vest. "Rose," he protested weakly.»

Rose grunted in answer as she reached for a mug to make her tea. The Doctor looked slightly amused at her actions. Rose Tyler was a bouncing ball of energy but in the mornings, she was quite the opposite. He'd had sleep driven companions grunt at him before but he never remembered them being this attractive. He must be getting old.

Or maybe it was just this incarnation. He had kissed Grace several times; maybe this regeneration was just very drawn to attractive women. Somehow, that wasn't a very convincing argument with himself.

A third voice in his head pointed out the possibility that he was determined to ignore. Maybe it was just Rose. He had met someone whose future was completely invisible to him. True that he never peeked into the future of his companions but he could feel their timelines but Rose Tyler was an enigma that had him baffled.

She, however, was blissfully unaware of his dilemma. She had stood with him as they battled Cybermen, helped the rebels of Lorena Major and befriended Leela and Romana. He had noticed several Time Lords watching her with great interest while they were on Gallifrey. Good to know that he wasn't the only one hopelessly besotted with her.

"You okay?" she asked him. He realised that he had lapsed into what she called 'one of his broody-thinking-silences'.

"I'm very well," he answered formally, wincing internally. Why did he sound so formal all the time? It was frustrating.»