The Perfect Blend - Chapter 4
Characters: Tenth Doctor (aka James Noble); Rose Tyler; Clara Oswald; Amy Pond; Jeanne Poisson; Donna Noble; Sylvia Noble; Wilfred Mott; Mickey Smith; Martha Jones; Clyde Langer
Tags: Human AU; fake relationship AU; coffee shop AU; stalkerish!Reinette; hurt/comfort; angst; romance; fluff; Christmas; New Year; New Yearâs kiss
Story Summary:
Trying to escape from an predatory ex-girlfriend who will not accept their break-up, James Noble (aka The Doctor) finds himself in a coffee shop where he meets a barista (aka Rose Tyler) who makes him the perfect cup of tea and lends a sympathetic ear to his tale of woe.
Chapter Summary: In which Mickey feels the need to connect the dotsâŚ
Chapter Notes: Youâd think, with all this time in social isolation, Iâd be more productive! AlasâŚ
Hugs and kisses to the brilliant @roseânebula and mrsbertucci for looking over this chapter. They kindly did this days ago, and I kept forgetting to post! Oops! LOL
Anyway, hope you enjoy. <3
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THE PERFECT BLEND - CHAPTER 4
NEW YEARâS EVE
James felt cold panic clutch at his throat, stealing his breath. Here it was, late afternoon on New Yearâs Eve, and he had yet to secure a date for the gala. Heâd had no time to continue his quest today, as heâd spent the entire day at the University, setting up his fireworks display and tinkering with the holographic projectors. Then heâd rushed home to change into his (unlucky) tuxedo. Not that he believed in such superstitious nonsense, but he couldnât help but notice, nothing good ever came of him wearing that blasted black suit.
On his return trip to the Uni for another quick systems check before guests started to arrive, heâd walked by Peteâs Coffee Dimension and, despite running late, had been drawn inside. Heâd been tempted by the thought of a nice, fortifying cup of something hot, maybe even the âbest cuppa in Londonâ, and in the back of his mind, had been thinking maybe the pretty barista he had met there on his last visit would be there this time too. Heâd been hoping to bask in her quiet compassion, even for just a few minutes before his life turned completely to hell.
But the barista hadnât been there, sadly, just some bloke, who was pleasant enough, James supposed. Heâd told James the baristaâs name was Rose (a beautiful name that suited her perfectly!) and had just disappeared behind the counter to prepare him a cuppa, spouting some cryptic, vague assurances that he had the answer to all of Jamesâ problems.
James was not reassured. He ran his hands through his hair and down his face. His heart was thrashing out of his chest. Blimey, he needed that cuppa⌠If he could only get it down his anxiety-tight throat.
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