Tenth Doctor Drabble Spree Drabbles # 3
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amberfocusSo, I've finished the Tenth Doctor drabbles. I'll start on the Ninth ones soon, but am almost finished with the next chapter of Leap of Faith so I'm not sure quite when I will get to them. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. Also, sorry if Nine tends to be hanging around in some of these drabbles. They are very much TenRose, though. Every drabble is exactly 100 words. All ages through Teen.
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apurplepatch wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was marshmallow.
It was odd, this, sitting around a campfire in the middle of the forest with the Doctor. It seemed incongruous somehow, him in his fancy suit and Janis Joplin coat. But he hadn’t thought twice. He’d plopped down beside her, same as he would have when he wore denim and leather.
“I think that’s right about perfect,” he said, his eyes on the golden marshmallow at the end of his stick.
“Yeah.” She smiled. “It is.”
“For you,” he said offering it to her.
She took a messy bite. “Share with me?”
“Always,” he said kissing it from her lips.
lit_wolf wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was Macarena.
No One Wins
“Seriously?” Rose asked.
“I kid you not.”
“Their national song is really…?”
“Yes.”
“But…why?”
“Hard drive failure when their spaceship crashed here. Only one song out of the massive volumes they’d brought remained uncorrupted,” the Doctor explained.
“They couldn’t write a new one themselves?” Rose asked.
“Apparently not.”
“And we have to dance to it, or get fed to the volcano?”
“Pretty much.
“Is it an active volcano?”
“Yep.” He popped the p.
“I haven’t done this since I was ten.”
“I haven’t done it since I was five hundred.”
“You win.”
“No one wins,” he said. “It’s the Macarena.”
corusca wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was Disney.
Rose emerged from the guest chamber, her body wrapped in form fitting taffeta. The Doctor couldn’t help but admire her beauty.
“You look,” he said, “like a princess.”
“It’s all a bit Disney to me,” she said. “Can you do up the back?”
“Sure.” He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and fiddled with the settings.
“That has a setting for doing up buttons?”
“It has a setting for undoing them, too.” His voice was very dark and ripe with promise as he kissed the back of her neck.
“Let’s skip the ball.
“Yes, let’s.”
The gown fell to the floor.
housemaid79 does not understand the meaning of a ONE word prompt, but I did it anyway as it was the first one to spark my imagination. She wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was blue eyes.
“His eyes are blue,” Rose said as the little bundle blinked open his eyes.
“Lots of babies are born with blue eyes,” the Doctor said mildly. “They turn other colors later.”
“But these are the exact same shade of blue…these are your eyes. From before.” She did not have to say before he regenerated. He knew.
“It’s been known to happen. Genetic traits from any of my incarnations could show up in our children. Be glad it wasn’t the ears.”
“I always liked the ears,” she said. “Anyway, Mum will be happy.”
“For blue eyes?” he asked.
“For no tentacles.”
who_in_whoville wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was swimming, with apologies to azriona for using one of her story titles. Nothing else quite fit.
“Well?”
“It sort of…tickles?”
“Is that a statement or a question?” the Doctor asked.
“I don’t know.” Rose put her head back in the water and let her body float. The water fizzed and phosphorescent purple bubbles outlined her form.
The Doctor dove then surfaced, waiting for her to stand back up.
“You’re glowing purple,” she said.
“So are you.”
He raised a hand and wiped the little crystalline life forms from the edge of her face. They fell back into the water with the sound of a thousand tiny cymbals crashing.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” said Rose.
“So are you.”
wolfseer wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was hope.
For all of the years they had been apart, a silent, desperate hope lived within him. Hope that he would find her again or she would somehow find him. Hope that despite every odd being against them, they’d still find a way to make love conquer all. He’d kept that hope burning, never letting the fire go out. But he’d never truly believed until that moment when he saw her at the end of the long street. And she smiled. The bitterness that had surrounded his hearts dissolved. Adrenaline fueled a fire in his chest. And cold hope turned warm.
apurplepatch wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was marshmallow.Sharing
It was odd, this, sitting around a campfire in the middle of the forest with the Doctor. It seemed incongruous somehow, him in his fancy suit and Janis Joplin coat. But he hadn’t thought twice. He’d plopped down beside her, same as he would have when he wore denim and leather.
“I think that’s right about perfect,” he said, his eyes on the golden marshmallow at the end of his stick.
“Yeah.” She smiled. “It is.”
“For you,” he said offering it to her.
She took a messy bite. “Share with me?”
“Always,” he said kissing it from her lips.
lit_wolf wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was Macarena.No One Wins
“Seriously?” Rose asked.
“I kid you not.”
“Their national song is really…?”
“Yes.”
“But…why?”
“Hard drive failure when their spaceship crashed here. Only one song out of the massive volumes they’d brought remained uncorrupted,” the Doctor explained.
“They couldn’t write a new one themselves?” Rose asked.
“Apparently not.”
“And we have to dance to it, or get fed to the volcano?”
“Pretty much.
“Is it an active volcano?”
“Yep.” He popped the p.
“I haven’t done this since I was ten.”
“I haven’t done it since I was five hundred.”
“You win.”
“No one wins,” he said. “It’s the Macarena.”
corusca wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was Disney.Setting 812
Rose emerged from the guest chamber, her body wrapped in form fitting taffeta. The Doctor couldn’t help but admire her beauty.
“You look,” he said, “like a princess.”
“It’s all a bit Disney to me,” she said. “Can you do up the back?”
“Sure.” He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and fiddled with the settings.
“That has a setting for doing up buttons?”
“It has a setting for undoing them, too.” His voice was very dark and ripe with promise as he kissed the back of her neck.
“Let’s skip the ball.
“Yes, let’s.”
The gown fell to the floor.
housemaid79 does not understand the meaning of a ONE word prompt, but I did it anyway as it was the first one to spark my imagination. She wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was blue eyes.Flash Those Baby Blues
“His eyes are blue,” Rose said as the little bundle blinked open his eyes.
“Lots of babies are born with blue eyes,” the Doctor said mildly. “They turn other colors later.”
“But these are the exact same shade of blue…these are your eyes. From before.” She did not have to say before he regenerated. He knew.
“It’s been known to happen. Genetic traits from any of my incarnations could show up in our children. Be glad it wasn’t the ears.”
“I always liked the ears,” she said. “Anyway, Mum will be happy.”
“For blue eyes?” he asked.
“For no tentacles.”
who_in_whoville wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was swimming, with apologies to azriona for using one of her story titles. Nothing else quite fit.Water Music
“Well?”
“It sort of…tickles?”
“Is that a statement or a question?” the Doctor asked.
“I don’t know.” Rose put her head back in the water and let her body float. The water fizzed and phosphorescent purple bubbles outlined her form.
The Doctor dove then surfaced, waiting for her to stand back up.
“You’re glowing purple,” she said.
“So are you.”
He raised a hand and wiped the little crystalline life forms from the edge of her face. They fell back into the water with the sound of a thousand tiny cymbals crashing.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” said Rose.
“So are you.”
wolfseer wanted Ten/Rose and the prompt was hope.To Hope
For all of the years they had been apart, a silent, desperate hope lived within him. Hope that he would find her again or she would somehow find him. Hope that despite every odd being against them, they’d still find a way to make love conquer all. He’d kept that hope burning, never letting the fire go out. But he’d never truly believed until that moment when he saw her at the end of the long street. And she smiled. The bitterness that had surrounded his hearts dissolved. Adrenaline fueled a fire in his chest. And cold hope turned warm.
