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(For Day 1 of Ficmas. Thank you @doctorroseprompts!)

The Doctor likes to think it takes a lot to rattle him.

Most of the time he’s right about that.

But the way Rose is looking at him right now, her eyes sparkling in the warm light of her mum’s flat, a slow smile spreading across her face so beautifully it would take his breath away if his respiratory bypass didn’t render such things impossible…

Well.  That is enough all by itself to shake him to his very foundation.

@goingtothetardis prompted me with “Ten x Rose: ‘not wearing that’” to help give me ideas for @doctorroseprompts‘ 31 Days of Ficmas. It inspired the following ficlet, which I wrote for the prompts “holiday baking” and “Santa/Elves.”  This is completely ridiculous. ;)

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“No, Rose,” the Doctor says emphatically. He raises his hands in front of him, palms out in defense, and shakes his head. “I am not wearing that.”

Rose lowers the apron she’s been holding out to him. “Why not?” She begins to pout, jutting out her lower lip in disappointment. 

The sight of it – of that famous Rose Tyler pout; of that luscious lower lip , sticking out so temptingly and tantalizingly –  is almost enough to get the Doctor to cave on the spot, beg for her forgiveness, and agree in advance to wear anything she might ever want him to wear for the rest of his lives.

But then the Doctor glances down again at the monstrosity she’s holding in her hands. It brings him to his senses immediately.

“No,” he repeats, more forcefully this time. He shakes his head again for good measure. “Time Lords do not wear… those… sorts of things.” He waves his hand dismissively at the ghastly apron and tries to arrange his features into an expression of unambiguous disgust.

A Ten x Rose AU ficlet for the incredible @whatisthepointofyouhardy, in honor of this.  I hope you like it my dear!  

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“John,” Rose says, walking up to him and grinning.  “Wanna dance?”

John isn’t sure why she’s asking him.  If perhaps the three glasses of white wine she’s had tonight, painted as a beautiful rosy flush on her cheeks, are making her less inhibited around him than she usually is.  Or if, rather, her ex-boyfriend’s presence at this wedding has something to do with it.  

But it doesn’t matter.  Rose Tyler is asking him to dance, her tousled blonde hair and honey-colored dress floating around her like something from a fever dream. Whatever her reasons might be he doesn’t have it in him to refuse.

A Tentoo x Rose ficlet for the lovely @whoinwhoville, who, as a winner of this, asked for a ficlet where the Doctor and Rose watch a movie together. 

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The film they’d been watching ended more than twenty minutes ago.  But the Doctor doesn’t get up to shut off the telly.

He’s so reluctant to move he even wishes, for the first time in months, that he still had a respiratory bypass so he could forego breathing for a while.

His only regret is he can’t see Rose’s face in his current position.  

Because he’s facing forward and her head is resting on his shoulder.  It’s been there, in fact, ever since Meg Ryan shocked Billy Crystal in that old New York deli.  And now Rose is sleeping with his arms wrapped lightly around her and her lips parted, allowing him to feel each and every one of her sleepy little breaths against the sensitive skin of his throat. 

This is the closest they’ve been to one another since that horrible, wonderful day when they were left here together in this parallel universe.  She was so reticent with him at first -- so reluctant to touch him in any way, or to let him in.  And now here they are, snuggling together on their sofa and watching a classic romantic comedy that, fortunately, is more or less identical to its equivalent in the prime universe. Her hands are pressed lightly against his chest as she dozes, and the Doctor is so full of hope for the future it feels like his single heart might burst.

1.  John Smith followed Captain Harkness’ directions to the letter, and ended up at a nondescript building in the center of London shortly before midnight.

2.  He knocked on the door three times, as was the usual arrangement.  A single electric light snapped on from within before their contact opened the door for him.

3.  “You’re new,” the woman said.  She had tousled, blonde hair, heavily made-up eyes, and lips the color and plumpness of overripe cherries.  She looked him up and down, the corners of her lips quirking up into a half-smile.  She beckoned him follow her inside with a quick tilt of her head. “Come in, then.”

4.  She was captivating.  Utterly captivating.  John knew he was supposed to be paying careful attention to everything this woman was telling him, but he found it an impossible task.  Her eyes were pools of molten honey and they missed nothing, taking in everything about him as she spoke.  He felt like the roles had been reversed, somehow – that she was the one gathering the information and he was the informant, for surely she was learning everything there was to know about him just by sitting here, watching him.

5.  “I’ll have more for you tomorrow,” she told him when she was finished.  She nodded him a polite goodnight and then closed the door behind him.

6.  John walked home in a daze, wondering what the hell he would tell Captain Harkness in the morning.

1.  Rose Tyler is Blue Box High School’s new art teacher.  John Smith has been teaching physics there for ten years.

2.  They meet on her second day of classes.  He’s walking down the hall, his nose buried a book, and she’s walking in the opposite direction staring down at a text her mum just sent her on her phone.  They collide spectacularly, right in the middle of the hallway, both falling to the ground, his books and papers and her mobile scattering in every direction.

3.  They stare at each other for a very long moment without saying anything at all, both too mortified to speak.  She breaks the silence first – by laughing.  It starts out as a nervous giggle, but before long she’s laughing so hard tears are rolling down her face and her stomach hurts.  

4.  “She’s so pretty,” John thinks to himself, wondering who, exactly, she is, and why on earth he was unlucky enough to meet her now, here, in this ridiculous way.

5.  Jack, their best man, works this story into his toast at their wedding two years later.

The Doctor stares at the disaster he’s created on the stove, willing the contents of the stockpot to rearrange themselves into something edible.

It doesn’t work.

Sighing, he grabs a slotted spoon from the cupboard and attempts to pry loose the burned remains of the perfectly good potatoes Rose brought home from the market yesterday from the bottom of the pan.

A hug gone wrong – Tentoo x Rose and Ten x Rose

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Sometimes, when the Doctor can’t sleep, his mind wanders back to that wonderful, horrible night when he and Rose were reunited at last.

It had been like something you’d see in old Hollywood movie, really – both of them running towards each other, oblivious to anyone and everything else as they ran, hurtling along the empty ruined street as though drawn together by their own, private gravitational pull.

And then, suddenly, the comparison to anything one might have seen in a cinema sixty years ago came to an abrupt end with one fateful blast from a Dalek.