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Title: Drabble Spree Drabbles #4
Author: [livejournal.com profile] amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, Ten2/Rose, Jackie, Jack, Donna
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst
Rating: All ages to Teen
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] thetesh
Summary: Thirteen drabbles written from prompts left on my LJ. Ninth Doctor ones are first, then Ten and Ten2 ones.




[livejournal.com profile] fishface44 wanted Nine/Rose and Meditteranean.

“Where are we?” Rose hesitates in the doorway of the TARDIS. The island they’ve landed on is so small, she’s pretty sure it’s just a very large rock. There are only three trees.

“The middle of the Mediterranean,” the doctor says, waving both arms expansively. “About 10,000 years before you were born.”

“Bit small.”

“It gets bigger.” His voice drops. So does his leather jacket. “Anyway, you said you wanted secluded.”

“I did, didn’t I?” she says wickedly. “Anything else around here that gets bigger?”

“Come over here and find out,” he teases.

With a smile, she does just that.


[livejournal.com profile] wildwinterwitch wanted Nine/Rose and candle.

The candle will burn down soon, leaving them in utter darkness. The Doctor wishes the natives hadn’t confiscated his sonic screwdriver or he could change the wax’s molecular structure to make it burn longer. He glances out the window. It won’t be light for hours. If Rose wakes from her head injury she might be frightened.

If she wakes.

He moves from floor to bed and finds her shivering. He covers her with his leather jacket, and sits down, taking her hand. Somehow he’ll get her out of this. He has to. He can’t lose her.

The candle goes out.


[livejournal.com profile] honorh wanted Nine/Rose/Jack and old-fashioned.

It’s the sort of old-fashioned country where they have to behave themselves, the Doctor cautions Rose and Jack. There can’t be any of the flirting and innuendo that usually goes on between the three of them.

“It’s seriously frowned upon.”

“Can I show my ankles?” Rose asks.

“Better not.”

“What about mine?” Jack looks mischievous.

“Even worse.”

“But I have nice ankles,” Jack pouts.

“You can show them off later,” the Doctor says. “For now, let’s just get this part and get out of here.”

“And then?” Rose asks.

“Oh, yes, and then,” agrees the Doctor to her unspoken question.


[livejournal.com profile] tala_hiding wanted Nine/Rose and knot.

“Time for all sleepy-headed humans to go to sleep,” the Doctor says. Rose has nodded off in the jump seat.

She jerks awake, groaning, her fingers grabbing her shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks gruffly.

“Just got this knot in my shoulder,” she says.

“Let me,” he says moving behind her. She sits up as straight as she can as his hand slips just under the neck of her t-shirt and casually pushes the strap of her bra out of his way.

His fingers find the sore spot and he massages the tight muscle until it relaxes.

“Better?” he asks.

“Much.”


[livejournal.com profile] ohfortuneslost wanted Nine/Rose and smile.

He doesn’t smile as much as she’d like. When he does, it’s almost always directed at her. The way he looks at her feels very personal. His eyes light up when she enters a room and that slow grin just seems to take him over from the inside out.

She used to think he’d been too hardened by tragedy. He was before he met her, but she has learned that underneath his armor, he carries gentle hearts.

He offers her his very best smile.

“Come back to bed, Rose.”

She can never resist that smile. Why would she want to?


[livejournal.com profile] emraldeyedauter wanted Nine/Rose and M&Ms.

The Doctor likes disproving human theories, like the one that M&Ms melt in your mouth and not in your hands. Even with his lower body temperature, they leave colored splotches all over his skin as they warm to his heat.

“It’s just a jingle,” Rose tells him, shaking her head.

“But it’s an inaccurate one. Look how the colors are running and leaving a chocolate mess all over.”

Rose shakes her head. “Mmm hmm,” she agrees. “Shame to waste perfectly good sweets, though.” She lifts his hand and her tongue darts out, licking it off. His argument quickly becomes forgotten.


[livejournal.com profile] debs7 wanted Nine/Rose and sleepy.

He looks so tired. In all the time she’s known the Doctor, she’s never caught him sleeping. She knows he’s an alien, but he must sleep sometime. All creatures need some sleep. It refreshes the brain and helps the body to heal.

“Don’t you ever get sleepy?” she asks in exasperation as he seems determined to continue working into utter exhaustion.

“Of course I do,” he says. “I just…don’t give into it, much.”

“Why not?”

The look he gives her is bleak. “Nightmares,” he says.

“Bad ones?” He nods. “I wish I could help.”

He smiles. “You already do, Rose.”


[livejournal.com profile] apurplepatch wanted Donna, Ten2, and dreams.

He dreams of her sometimes and it almost breaks him. She was family to him in so many ways; ways he is still figuring out even now on this parallel world. She’s part of him, part of his creation and part of his soul. He knows what happened to her, what the other one, the original, had to do. One day he might even tell Rose, who believes that he at least has Donna Noble to adventure with still. He can’t imagine her with a mind wiped clean. Not when he’s awake. But in his dreams he sees it all.

[livejournal.com profile] illyria12 wanted Ten/Rose and sick.

Rose had never seen the Doctor sick before. It scared her. It would be hard enough at the best of times, but this wasn’t the best of times and this wasn’t the Doctor. Yet it was. He’d taken her hand, said “Run” again for the second time, and despite brown eyes and rumpled hair, she’d known he was who he claimed to be. Then he’d collapsed. It felt like losing him all over again. Well, she wasn’t having that. He’d get well. He’d come back to her. Her world would right itself. And then he had some explaining to do.


[livejournal.com profile] betawho wanted Donna and Ten and circus.

Donna mentions in passing that she’s never been to a circus. She’s never done a lot of things. She wants to do them all, but sometimes she seems afraid to push. Ironic, that, the Doctor thinks. He’d take her anywhere.

The fact that she’s never even seen a live elephant in her entire life bothers him more than he understands.

It isn’t, in fact, a circus that they go to. It’s a broad, wide plain in Africa. They hover in the TARDIS over the herd, sitting in the doorway and watching from above.

“Thank you.”

“Any time.” He means it.


[livejournal.com profile] captain91 wanted Jack, Jackie, and lipstick.

The first thing Rose notices is that there is lipstick on Jack’s color. The second thing she notices it that it matches the shade on her mother’s lips.

“What the hell?” she asks, looking suspiciously back and forth between her mother and her friend.

“What?” asks the Doctor.

“He shagged my mum!”

“Rose!” Jackie is shocked.

“What?”

“We’re not like that,” Jackie says primly.

“And why don’t I believe you?” asks Rose.

“Same reason your mother doesn’t when you say it about you and him.” Jack jerks his thumb in the Doctor’s direction.

“But the age gap.”

“Don’t even start.”


[livejournal.com profile] who_in_whoville wanted Ten/Rose and coffee.

Usually they drink tea, but Rose doesn’t think anything of it when the Doctor decides he wants coffee. They are in Seattle and you can’t walk more than one street without falling over a coffee shop. When in Rome and all that. In hindsight, she shouldn’t have let him order the quadruple shot megabomb Mocha. Five days he’s been up reacting to the caffeine and chocolate. On the bright side he seems to have prevented an alien attack. Who could blame them for having decided that any planet with a man who could talk that much was not worth invading?


[livejournal.com profile] trickstergirl wanted Ten/Rose and lost/directions.

“Now!” shouts Rose. “I want a hotel and a shower right now.”

She’s been bitten by gnats, pricked by thousands of briars, and covered in slime. She has been following him for two hours and they are well and truly lost.

“We’re not lost.”

“Then where are we?”

“The middle of—.” She glares and he stops, swallowing hard.

“Doctor, my hair is chartreuse. I may never be a blonde again. Ask. For. Directions.”

He gives a put upon sigh.

“And then you can join me in the shower.”

His resistance dissolves. Ten minutes later, they are no longer lost.

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