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For the calendar: Tentoo/Rose. Tea and aftermath.
(Guess who is the ass who has already fallen behind on the advent calendar)
(it’s me the ass is me)
neverwhyonlywho: For the calendar: Tentoo/Rose. Tea and aftermath.
It’s when her mother’s gilded bone china shatters against the wall behind them that Rose begins to reconsider introducing the Doctor to Jackie’s society friends. Well, that’s not particularly accurate- she’s been nervous since Jackie first proposed the idea, but the Doctor seemed pleased, so she went with it. She glares at the man ducking and weaving beside her. “You just had to say that, didn’t you?”
Across the parlor, Madge Fellsworth has moved from throwing her teacup to the biscuits. “I look like a what?!”
a/n: This is AU set in 1800 so it’s Georgian/Regency Era. My main research source of Janeaustenworld.com so anything related to etiquette or forms of address and titles came from there. If you are a die hard fan of this era, you may not like this as I’m sure I have missed some detail or something disagrees with your expertise. Sorry - I did the best I could.. Oh it’s a Ten/Rose AU.
Rose didn’t know what to think of her meeting with the Lord of Gallifrey. He struck her as a cold, unhappy man who wanted nothing to do with marriage and yet he did propose. He acted as if she was a silly girl who didn’t understand the gravity of what she was suggesting. It had aggravated her. It was not as if she had not been trained in what to expect of marriage; or the existence of imperfect marriages and the realities of how men and women chose to conduct themselves to make a marriage successful. She had even established her knowledge of his desire for a separate life and had not opposed it.
Such intimidation and attempts at badgering her would not succeed. She was an intelligent woman capable of analysing the pros and cons of the arrangement and she deemed it acceptable. She would accept his proposal and if he chose to dishonour himself by withdrawing the offer, so be it.
As she contemplated the Lord of Gallifrey and Cousin Donna fumed with anger and annoyance over his rude behaviour, they did not notice a gentlemen approaching as they neared their carriage.
"Lady Tyler and Lady McAvoy, what a lovely coincidence to find you in the park on this fine afternoon," Baron Harold Saxon drawled. He was looking quite suave dressed in a long grey coat over a sapphire jacket with dark grey breeches and black boots. He wore a black top hat on his head which he tipped to them as he bowed.
Rose and Cousin Donna were most displeased at this unexpected encounter with Lord Saxon who looked at them with a smirk on his face. They curtsied. “Good day to you, Lord Saxon. My cousin and I were just enjoying some fresh air,” Cousin Donna responded formally, taking the lead as Rose’s chaperone.
Genre: Adventure, Mystery, Romance
There’s a new, locked door in the TARDIS.
Rose and the Doctor have just returned home from a pitch-black abandoned space station, where they spent two days running for their lives from light-eating vampires. Exhausted, standing in the corridor outside her bedroom, Rose shakes her head, blinks a few times to make sure she isn’t imagining things.
The strange new door stubbornly remains beside the entrance to her room, right where it most decidedly has never been before, not in the two years she’s lived and slept here.
Frowning, Rose steps forward and touches the cool copper-colored portal. It doesn’t have a doorknob, just like the door to the butterfly room, except the door to the butterfly room has a habit of popping open and ejecting a few fluttering occupants anytime she walks by. This door stays firmly closed.
A New First Christmas
Rose looked up at the stars peeking through the gathering winter clouds as she waited for someone to answer the door. A faux fur-trimmed coat and a thick, multicolored scarf barely kept the chill from clinging to her bones as she rubbed her gloved hands together for warmth and stomped her feet. The crunch of refrozen snow under her boots was the only sound for miles around. In a way, she found it peaceful how quiet it was when it snowed. Her heart swelled with nostalgia of winters in the Powell Estate; of throwing snowballs with Mickey and the other neighbor kids; of grey slush and wet tires in the city on her way to work. It lifted her somber mood somewhat.
At last, the door opened revealing Jackie in a festive shirt and dangly Christmas light earrings. She waved Rose in. “Rose! Get inside, you’ll freeze. Did you forget your key again? Where’s the Doctor? Another snowstorm is heading this way. Bloody tired of this snow.”
Rose ducked inside and removed her winterwear. The smell of roast turkey, evergreen, and freshly baked cookies filled the air. Her heart sank further. “Didn’t want to come.”
So the hospital that had practically been holding my Dad hostage has agreed to release him. I have been out of my mind with worry. So now that I can breath again, I think I will post a chapter of LoG tonight.
Also, I have two other WIPs still lingering. I am working on Dark Ten Mythology AU and hope to update that soon. I might get to the King and Rose AU this weekend - unless I get too distracted with The Desolation of Smaug.
Summery: What starts as an innocent picnic on their honeymoon quickly escalates into something else entirely.
A/N: Written for roseandherdoctor for christmas 2012. Beta’ed by kahki820 and Riona <3
Rose loved the wind rushing against her face, the scarf keeping her hair under control. The Doctor was singing away happily to the Christmas songs on the radio as he drove, going well over the speed limit. It was a long stretch of road with barely anything around them and no cars in sight; he could afford a little indulgence.
They had been married for three months now, and Pete had given them an all-expense paid trip around the world. After hitting Europe in record fashion (and shagging every chance they got), they had toured the Mediterranean in a more leisurely manner. America, being next on their agenda, was their current stop. After leaving the airport in California, they were headed along the coastline, trying to find a decent place to stop for a meal on their way to the hotel.
If you're still taking prompts, how about Rose saving the Doctor from something really small, like a spider (perhaps in the shower?) ;) (Yes, I just like when he's a bit hopeless)
Rose hummed to herself as she padded down the hallway, feet protected from the hard, cold grating by a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. She yawned and scratched her head, pulling a face as her fingers got caught in her tangled tresses. Last night, after coming home from a taxing adventure with the Doctor and Jack where she’d had to pose as a noble woman, she’d gone straight to bed and fallen asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. Today she woke up hours earlier than usual, stomach growling, and mouth and throat dry from thirst. As far as she knew, Jack lay asleep in his bed, but the Doctor usually tinkered in the console room at his hour, so she headed there to see if he wanted to keep her company as she ate breakfast.
She’d just turned the corner from the bedroom quarters when a shriek pierced through the quiet and dim hallway. She stopped, heart hammering in her chest. The Doctor always bragged about how nothing could break through the TARDIS defenses, so what in the—
The Doctor’s muffled shouts spurred her into action and she darted forward, following the path the TARDIS created for her until she found herself in front of a door. She opened it without hesitation, waving her arms in front of her as she stepped into a fogged up room.
“Doctor, it’s me,” she said, her dressing gown clinging to her body as she moved through the steam. “What’s going on?”
“Rose, get Jack.”
“No, I can—” The steam dispersed and she flushed from the top of her head down to her chest as she saw a starkers, soapy Doctor standing in the turned-off shower. “Oh.”
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