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amberfocusTitle: Coat, Oncoming
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Characters/Pairings: Ten2/Rose
Genre: Fluffity Fluff, Romance, Bit of Adventure
Beta:amyo67
Rating: Teen
Summary: Rose Tyler had to remind herself that there were reasons, very important reasons, for the fact that she was standing in the dark, in the middle of a snowstorm, on a freezing cold December night, outside a rather sketchy looking warehouse, with a torch and entirely the wrong sort of shoes for this occasion.
Author's Notes: Written for the Doctor/Rose Holiday Fixathon 2011 going on over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
doctor_rose_fix and for firstofoct's prompt: Something about The Coat. Either they find a replacement or it falls through a crack in the universe.
Coat, Oncoming
Rose Tyler had to remind herself that there were reasons, very important reasons, for the fact that she was standing in the dark, in the middle of a snowstorm, on a freezing cold December night, outside a rather sketchy looking warehouse, with a torch and entirely the wrong sort of shoes for this occasion. Reasons that, should she and the Doctor accomplish their current task without getting arrested, she might be able to explain to her mother, but reasons the police, Torchwood, and likely the paparazzi, would simply never understand. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be involving any of them.
“Found a way in.” The soft murmur in her ear made her shriek, though she quickly stifled it. She hadn’t heard him coming. Crap lookout she was. “Sorry,” the Doctor breathed against the back of her neck, sending little radiations of pleasure down her spine. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She nodded and he took her hand, pulling her along behind him down the alley. She stumbled on the stupid high heels, really wishing she’d been able to dress for the occasion. Breaking and entering and ₤1000 Manalo Blahniks that she’d never be able to wear again did not mix, though she rather thought frostbitten toes might be more of a problem before the night was over. They’d been at a charity event when the Doctor had heard the news and he’d gotten so excited he’d had to go and find out for himself right that minute if it were true or not and he’d not wanted to wait for Rose to change.
He stopped suddenly and Rose ran straight into him, painfully bumping her nose against his shoulder. “Ow,” she said indignantly.
“Shh,” he said. She glared at the back of his head and rubbed her nose gingerly. “Up there,” he said, pointing. A small window was ajar.
“How are you going to get up there?” Rose asked.
“I’m not. You are,” he said.
“What?”
“I’ll boost you up,” the Doctor said nonchalantly.
“I’ll never fit.”
“Sure you will.”
“Your hips are narrower than mine,” she pointed out.
“But are you strong enough to lift me?”
“Fair point.” She glanced up at the window more critically this time. “Remind me again why I married you?”
“It was either me or Fred in Accounting,” he said promptly.
Rose laughed and he leaned forward and brushed a quick kiss across her lips. “Oh, right,” she said with a contented smile. “Okay, I’ll try.”
He cupped his hands together and she stepped into them. “Ouch,” he grumbled as the ornamentation of her shoe poked him and she tried not to feel a small bit of satisfaction. She gripped the windowsill with her fingers. “Damn sequins,” he said as her dress scratched his face.
“I’m the one who wanted to change clothes, remember?” she said in a voice devoid of sympathy. “Lift me higher.”
The Doctor grunted. “Are you putting on weight?”
“Is now a bad time to tell you I’m pregnant?” she shot back.
“You—who—I—what?” The Doctor stumbled over his words and lost his footing.
“Don’t drop me!”
“But, but—.”
“I was kidding! Settle down!”
“Not nice, Rose,” the Doctor grumbled, but he did settle down and heaved her upwards. She pushed the window further open with one hand and managed to get her elbows over the sill. She looked around the deserted warehouse. “There’s a bin under the window. Looks safe enough to tumble into,” she told him.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” He boosted her up until she got her waist through the window and was able to tilt her weight forward enough so that gravity did the rest, though not without a loud ripping sound that told her the evening gown was not going to survive the night, either. She dove head first into what turned out to be packing peanuts. It wasn’t the softest landing, but it wasn't the worst she'd ever had. She sorted herself out and sat up.
“You okay?” The Doctor’s voice was soft, but insistent.
“I’m fine,” she called. She crawled out of the bin. The slit in the side of the dress that had previously only gone to her knee, now went to an almost indecently high part of her thigh. Well, maybe later she and the Doctor could take advantage of that fact, but right now she just had to hope the thing would hold together long enough to get through the night.
She moved to the door that was several yards away and stared at the alarm system. She pulled off her watch and pressed hard on the sapphire. A thumb drive emerged from the bottom of the watch and she plugged it into the alarm box’s data portal. Two minutes later she was safely opening the door for her husband.
“Good job,” he told her. “Now, according to my information, what we’re looking for is in the southeast corner in a box labeled lot 14C,” he said. That was, of course, the furthest corner from where they were currently standing.
Rose slipped off her shoes. “My tights are ruined,” she said, noticing ladders on both legs. The warehouse floor was cold, but it was better than trying to walk much further in her shoes. As much as she’d admired them when her mother had given them to her the previous weekend, she’d never planned on adventuring in them. She really wished someone would invent fashionable footwear with comfort in mind.
They made the trek across the warehouse and when they arrived at the other end, they started hunting amongst the boxes. “I think I see 14A,” said Rose pointing it out.
“It is!” said the Doctor triumphantly. “Here’s B, and D and F. Where’s C?” His excitement had turned to consternation, and then as he searched frantically, disappointment.
“Maybe someone beat us to it?” Rose suggested.
“But how?” he said. “The shipment just came in today and I hardly think that anyone in this universe cares enough about the contents of an old American singer’s estate to do what we’re doing. It’s not like she caught on here like she did over there. Maybe because she lived.”
“No 27 Club here,” Rose said.
“No.” He sighed. “Maybe it was too much to hope for.”
“What? You’re giving up already? After you made me climb through that window? I don’t think so, Mister. Keep looking.”
“Rose,” he began in a discouraged voice.
“Nope. Not letting you give up. Did I let you give up when you couldn’t figure out the solution to grow the baby TARDIS in?” she asked.
“No.”
“Did I let you give in when Mum tried to bamboozle you into running Torchwood so she and Dad could go on that one year world tour?” she wanted to know.
“No.”
“Have I let you give up on your quest to manufacture a functional facsimile of a sonic screwdriver until the ship is big enough to grow a real one for you?”
“No.”
“So what makes you think I’ll let you give up on finding Janis Joplin’s coat?” Her eyebrows were raised, her hands were on her hips, and he was giving her that look that said he was turned on by her bossiness.
He smiled, reached out, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. “Have I ever told you that you are the best thing that ever happened to me?”
“Yes, but a girl can never hear that enough,” she said. He kissed her neck and then let her go.
“All right, Rose Tyler, let’s see if we can find this thing.”
He shifted into action and a moment later she was helping him methodically move and restack boxes until the errant 14C finally showed up. Slowly and carefully they removed the packing tape and sorted through the contents. The coat was on the bottom and the Doctor removed it with reverence, his fingers lovingly stroking the soft, brown fabric. He shook it out and buried his face in it, inhaling the scent of it and hugging it to him.
Rose looked fondly on as he mumbled, “I thought I’d never see you again.” He shook it out to its full length and then unbuttoned it. Rose held it for him as he shrugged into it. He turned in a circle, then again and again. “It swishes,” he said happily.
Rose smiled and started repacking the box. “Do you two need a little time alone together?” she asked dryly.
He looked at her with a goofy grin and then swept her back into his arms. “The only person I want time alone with is you,” he said.
“Are you implying your coat is a person?” she asked.
“Well, they did grant it that status on the planet Monofia, if you’ll remember,” he said smugly.
“And they were quite horrified when we had a picnic on it,” Rose said.
“I don’t think it was having the picnic on it that horrified them. It was the—.”
“Yes, Doctor!” she said, blushing at the memory.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s finish up and get out of here.”
With the packing tape carefully back in place and all boxes restored to their previous places, Rose put her shoes back on, and the two of them reset the alarm and exited the warehouse. Back at the limo, which had quietly idled several streets away, they woke up their driver and headed for home.
When they’d showered and changed and Rose was sure that her toes were as warm as they could possibly be, they slid into bed together. The coat was hanging on a coat rack that the Doctor had acquired from who knew where and the Doctor tossed it another loving look. “Thank you,” he said. “You are the only one crazy enough to have done that for me tonight.”
“You take me to all the best places,” she teased.
“You love it.”
“I love you.”
“Mmm,” the Doctor agreed, kissing her soundly.
“Do you think,” Rose asked when they finally came up for air, “that you have everything you need to be happy now?” She thought about the new TARDIS and the sonic and the coat.
“Oh, Rose,” he said softly. “All I ever needed to be happy was you.”
And then he showed her just how thoroughly he meant that.
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Ten2/Rose
Genre: Fluffity Fluff, Romance, Bit of Adventure
Beta:
amyo67Rating: Teen
Summary: Rose Tyler had to remind herself that there were reasons, very important reasons, for the fact that she was standing in the dark, in the middle of a snowstorm, on a freezing cold December night, outside a rather sketchy looking warehouse, with a torch and entirely the wrong sort of shoes for this occasion.
Author's Notes: Written for the Doctor/Rose Holiday Fixathon 2011 going on over at
doctor_rose_fix and for firstofoct's prompt: Something about The Coat. Either they find a replacement or it falls through a crack in the universe.Rose Tyler had to remind herself that there were reasons, very important reasons, for the fact that she was standing in the dark, in the middle of a snowstorm, on a freezing cold December night, outside a rather sketchy looking warehouse, with a torch and entirely the wrong sort of shoes for this occasion. Reasons that, should she and the Doctor accomplish their current task without getting arrested, she might be able to explain to her mother, but reasons the police, Torchwood, and likely the paparazzi, would simply never understand. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be involving any of them.
“Found a way in.” The soft murmur in her ear made her shriek, though she quickly stifled it. She hadn’t heard him coming. Crap lookout she was. “Sorry,” the Doctor breathed against the back of her neck, sending little radiations of pleasure down her spine. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She nodded and he took her hand, pulling her along behind him down the alley. She stumbled on the stupid high heels, really wishing she’d been able to dress for the occasion. Breaking and entering and ₤1000 Manalo Blahniks that she’d never be able to wear again did not mix, though she rather thought frostbitten toes might be more of a problem before the night was over. They’d been at a charity event when the Doctor had heard the news and he’d gotten so excited he’d had to go and find out for himself right that minute if it were true or not and he’d not wanted to wait for Rose to change.
He stopped suddenly and Rose ran straight into him, painfully bumping her nose against his shoulder. “Ow,” she said indignantly.
“Shh,” he said. She glared at the back of his head and rubbed her nose gingerly. “Up there,” he said, pointing. A small window was ajar.
“How are you going to get up there?” Rose asked.
“I’m not. You are,” he said.
“What?”
“I’ll boost you up,” the Doctor said nonchalantly.
“I’ll never fit.”
“Sure you will.”
“Your hips are narrower than mine,” she pointed out.
“But are you strong enough to lift me?”
“Fair point.” She glanced up at the window more critically this time. “Remind me again why I married you?”
“It was either me or Fred in Accounting,” he said promptly.
Rose laughed and he leaned forward and brushed a quick kiss across her lips. “Oh, right,” she said with a contented smile. “Okay, I’ll try.”
He cupped his hands together and she stepped into them. “Ouch,” he grumbled as the ornamentation of her shoe poked him and she tried not to feel a small bit of satisfaction. She gripped the windowsill with her fingers. “Damn sequins,” he said as her dress scratched his face.
“I’m the one who wanted to change clothes, remember?” she said in a voice devoid of sympathy. “Lift me higher.”
The Doctor grunted. “Are you putting on weight?”
“Is now a bad time to tell you I’m pregnant?” she shot back.
“You—who—I—what?” The Doctor stumbled over his words and lost his footing.
“Don’t drop me!”
“But, but—.”
“I was kidding! Settle down!”
“Not nice, Rose,” the Doctor grumbled, but he did settle down and heaved her upwards. She pushed the window further open with one hand and managed to get her elbows over the sill. She looked around the deserted warehouse. “There’s a bin under the window. Looks safe enough to tumble into,” she told him.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” He boosted her up until she got her waist through the window and was able to tilt her weight forward enough so that gravity did the rest, though not without a loud ripping sound that told her the evening gown was not going to survive the night, either. She dove head first into what turned out to be packing peanuts. It wasn’t the softest landing, but it wasn't the worst she'd ever had. She sorted herself out and sat up.
“You okay?” The Doctor’s voice was soft, but insistent.
“I’m fine,” she called. She crawled out of the bin. The slit in the side of the dress that had previously only gone to her knee, now went to an almost indecently high part of her thigh. Well, maybe later she and the Doctor could take advantage of that fact, but right now she just had to hope the thing would hold together long enough to get through the night.
She moved to the door that was several yards away and stared at the alarm system. She pulled off her watch and pressed hard on the sapphire. A thumb drive emerged from the bottom of the watch and she plugged it into the alarm box’s data portal. Two minutes later she was safely opening the door for her husband.
“Good job,” he told her. “Now, according to my information, what we’re looking for is in the southeast corner in a box labeled lot 14C,” he said. That was, of course, the furthest corner from where they were currently standing.
Rose slipped off her shoes. “My tights are ruined,” she said, noticing ladders on both legs. The warehouse floor was cold, but it was better than trying to walk much further in her shoes. As much as she’d admired them when her mother had given them to her the previous weekend, she’d never planned on adventuring in them. She really wished someone would invent fashionable footwear with comfort in mind.
They made the trek across the warehouse and when they arrived at the other end, they started hunting amongst the boxes. “I think I see 14A,” said Rose pointing it out.
“It is!” said the Doctor triumphantly. “Here’s B, and D and F. Where’s C?” His excitement had turned to consternation, and then as he searched frantically, disappointment.
“Maybe someone beat us to it?” Rose suggested.
“But how?” he said. “The shipment just came in today and I hardly think that anyone in this universe cares enough about the contents of an old American singer’s estate to do what we’re doing. It’s not like she caught on here like she did over there. Maybe because she lived.”
“No 27 Club here,” Rose said.
“No.” He sighed. “Maybe it was too much to hope for.”
“What? You’re giving up already? After you made me climb through that window? I don’t think so, Mister. Keep looking.”
“Rose,” he began in a discouraged voice.
“Nope. Not letting you give up. Did I let you give up when you couldn’t figure out the solution to grow the baby TARDIS in?” she asked.
“No.”
“Did I let you give in when Mum tried to bamboozle you into running Torchwood so she and Dad could go on that one year world tour?” she wanted to know.
“No.”
“Have I let you give up on your quest to manufacture a functional facsimile of a sonic screwdriver until the ship is big enough to grow a real one for you?”
“No.”
“So what makes you think I’ll let you give up on finding Janis Joplin’s coat?” Her eyebrows were raised, her hands were on her hips, and he was giving her that look that said he was turned on by her bossiness.
He smiled, reached out, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. “Have I ever told you that you are the best thing that ever happened to me?”
“Yes, but a girl can never hear that enough,” she said. He kissed her neck and then let her go.
“All right, Rose Tyler, let’s see if we can find this thing.”
He shifted into action and a moment later she was helping him methodically move and restack boxes until the errant 14C finally showed up. Slowly and carefully they removed the packing tape and sorted through the contents. The coat was on the bottom and the Doctor removed it with reverence, his fingers lovingly stroking the soft, brown fabric. He shook it out and buried his face in it, inhaling the scent of it and hugging it to him.
Rose looked fondly on as he mumbled, “I thought I’d never see you again.” He shook it out to its full length and then unbuttoned it. Rose held it for him as he shrugged into it. He turned in a circle, then again and again. “It swishes,” he said happily.
Rose smiled and started repacking the box. “Do you two need a little time alone together?” she asked dryly.
He looked at her with a goofy grin and then swept her back into his arms. “The only person I want time alone with is you,” he said.
“Are you implying your coat is a person?” she asked.
“Well, they did grant it that status on the planet Monofia, if you’ll remember,” he said smugly.
“And they were quite horrified when we had a picnic on it,” Rose said.
“I don’t think it was having the picnic on it that horrified them. It was the—.”
“Yes, Doctor!” she said, blushing at the memory.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s finish up and get out of here.”
With the packing tape carefully back in place and all boxes restored to their previous places, Rose put her shoes back on, and the two of them reset the alarm and exited the warehouse. Back at the limo, which had quietly idled several streets away, they woke up their driver and headed for home.
When they’d showered and changed and Rose was sure that her toes were as warm as they could possibly be, they slid into bed together. The coat was hanging on a coat rack that the Doctor had acquired from who knew where and the Doctor tossed it another loving look. “Thank you,” he said. “You are the only one crazy enough to have done that for me tonight.”
“You take me to all the best places,” she teased.
“You love it.”
“I love you.”
“Mmm,” the Doctor agreed, kissing her soundly.
“Do you think,” Rose asked when they finally came up for air, “that you have everything you need to be happy now?” She thought about the new TARDIS and the sonic and the coat.
“Oh, Rose,” he said softly. “All I ever needed to be happy was you.”
And then he showed her just how thoroughly he meant that.
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:20 am (UTC)The coat was hanging on a coat rack that the Doctor had acquired from who knew where and the Doctor tossed it another loving look.
lol!
Thank you sooo much!!!
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Date: 2011-12-07 09:21 am (UTC)“I don’t think it was having the picnic on it that horrified them. It was the—.”
And that sounds like an interesting story... ;)
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Date: 2011-12-07 11:32 am (UTC)That's adorable!!!!♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2011-12-07 12:30 pm (UTC)“Did I let you give in when Mum tried to bamboozle you into running Torchwood so she and Dad could go on that one year world tour?”
Your muse has certainly proved itself alive and well. Loved it!!
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Date: 2011-12-07 12:49 pm (UTC)“Yes, Doctor!” she said, blushing at the memory.
HA! A perfect way to start the day. Doctor/Rose fluff!
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Date: 2011-12-07 02:50 pm (UTC)“Is now a bad time to tell you I’m pregnant?” she shot back.
Hahahaha. You know he was wishing she was telling the truth.
What an excellent way to start out on the fixathon, and a congratulations for being inspired to write! I'm glad your muse woke up enough to contribute. Hope everything else gets better soon, as well!
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Date: 2011-12-07 08:34 pm (UTC)I am so very very happy that you are writing again! This was an epic return to writing.
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Date: 2011-12-07 08:42 pm (UTC)And omg the pregnancy exchange was my favourite.
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Date: 2011-12-10 03:22 pm (UTC)I also live Rose's running thoughts about what she's wearing. Stupid action movies making women run around in dresses and heels... you know those directors are men! Wonderful job!
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Date: 2011-12-14 04:20 am (UTC)“Oh, Rose,” he said softly. “All I ever needed to be happy was you.”
::melts:: Perfect ending!
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