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Fic: There's No Place Like Home
Title: There's No Place Like Home
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Rose.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
A/N: [Response to the Unusual First Line Reunion Challenge] at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
time_and_chips.] I can't believe I'm writing this. Comments?
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"Wait. Did you just say ruby slippers?"
The Doctor snapped out of his daze, watching Rose explain her presence on the TARDIS without actually listening. Unable to truly grasp--or even comprehend--that she was truly here (and that the universe was still mostly in tact).
He looked down to confirm that adorning Rose’s feet were a pair of glittering, fire-engine red heels. They clashed horribly with her purple top.
Rose frowned. “Weren’t you listening? Jus’ had to tap my heels together, do a little chant: ‘There’s no place like home’, and POOF here I am. How comes you never told me these things actually worked?”
“They don’t!” he protested. The mystery was enough to snap him out of his bewilderment and into action as he wielded his sonic screwdriver over the seemingly innocuous shoes.
“Where did you get them?” he questioned.
Rose was silent.
“Rose?”
He looked up to see a frightening sight. Time had a way of gilding memories so that he’d quite forgotten that expression. The one that declared that Rose was angry and someone--usually a certain Time Lord--was going to pay dearly for it. If he were a more romantic man he would say that he’d missed even that, but since he was no such thing he admitted he would rather not have had to face that expression ever again. For the sake of his health, at least.
“I can’t believe you!” He winced at the shrill tone.
“What?” What had he done now? He hadn’t done anything! Had he?
“I do the impossible, I cross the Void for you and all you can ask is where I got Dorothy's ruddy, ruby slippers?!”
Oh.
That look in Rose’s eyes was familiar as well. Some things could never be forgotten and with instinct born of experience he ducked and dodged the spiky heel that was aimed at his head.
“Oi! You could have put an eye out!”
“Oh, I’ll put something out! You just watch me!”
“Rose! Please, I was kidding! Ha-ha? Put the heel down, Rose. You can’t cripple the last Time Lord in existence, can you?”
“I can’t? Is that an order? Or a challenge? ‘Cause I can and I will!”
“Rose!” He almost sighed with relief when he saw that the shout had caused her to pause. “This isn’t just about the shoes, is it? Is something wrong? Are you--do you regret…” he trailed off because no words were needed.
Rose’s shoulders relaxed and a blush colored her cheeks, but she met his gaze with her own without flinching as she answered.
“No, I don’t regret it,” she paused before finishing in a rush. “I just thought you might do more than stare at me like I’ve dribbled on my shirt or ask me where I did my shoppin’ after being gone for years! A hug, at least!” Her tone, her smile, her very stance delivered an unspoken challenge.
He could never resist a dare.
A smile, languorous and suggestive, appeared on The Doctor’s face as he advanced on his provocative companion.
“Rose Tyler, I think I can do better than that.”
And he did.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Rose.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
A/N: [Response to the Unusual First Line Reunion Challenge] at
time_and_chips.] I can't believe I'm writing this. Comments?----------
"Wait. Did you just say ruby slippers?"
The Doctor snapped out of his daze, watching Rose explain her presence on the TARDIS without actually listening. Unable to truly grasp--or even comprehend--that she was truly here (and that the universe was still mostly in tact).
He looked down to confirm that adorning Rose’s feet were a pair of glittering, fire-engine red heels. They clashed horribly with her purple top.
Rose frowned. “Weren’t you listening? Jus’ had to tap my heels together, do a little chant: ‘There’s no place like home’, and POOF here I am. How comes you never told me these things actually worked?”
“They don’t!” he protested. The mystery was enough to snap him out of his bewilderment and into action as he wielded his sonic screwdriver over the seemingly innocuous shoes.
“Where did you get them?” he questioned.
Rose was silent.
“Rose?”
He looked up to see a frightening sight. Time had a way of gilding memories so that he’d quite forgotten that expression. The one that declared that Rose was angry and someone--usually a certain Time Lord--was going to pay dearly for it. If he were a more romantic man he would say that he’d missed even that, but since he was no such thing he admitted he would rather not have had to face that expression ever again. For the sake of his health, at least.
“I can’t believe you!” He winced at the shrill tone.
“What?” What had he done now? He hadn’t done anything! Had he?
“I do the impossible, I cross the Void for you and all you can ask is where I got Dorothy's ruddy, ruby slippers?!”
Oh.
That look in Rose’s eyes was familiar as well. Some things could never be forgotten and with instinct born of experience he ducked and dodged the spiky heel that was aimed at his head.
“Oi! You could have put an eye out!”
“Oh, I’ll put something out! You just watch me!”
“Rose! Please, I was kidding! Ha-ha? Put the heel down, Rose. You can’t cripple the last Time Lord in existence, can you?”
“I can’t? Is that an order? Or a challenge? ‘Cause I can and I will!”
“Rose!” He almost sighed with relief when he saw that the shout had caused her to pause. “This isn’t just about the shoes, is it? Is something wrong? Are you--do you regret…” he trailed off because no words were needed.
Rose’s shoulders relaxed and a blush colored her cheeks, but she met his gaze with her own without flinching as she answered.
“No, I don’t regret it,” she paused before finishing in a rush. “I just thought you might do more than stare at me like I’ve dribbled on my shirt or ask me where I did my shoppin’ after being gone for years! A hug, at least!” Her tone, her smile, her very stance delivered an unspoken challenge.
He could never resist a dare.
A smile, languorous and suggestive, appeared on The Doctor’s face as he advanced on his provocative companion.
“Rose Tyler, I think I can do better than that.”
And he did.