Happy!Who Table 3: Prompt #4-Green
Disclaimer: I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox. I really am too broke to even bother suing.
Spoilers/References: Tooth & Claw, The Idiot's Lantern
Summary: The Doctor needs a 12 step program.
The Doctor ran for cover. He had developed a healthy respect for the wrath of the Tyler women. He knew there was going to be hell to pay. So why did he enjoy that idea so much?
He heard her cry with indignation as she realized what had happened. Then she shouted words that sounded suspiciously along the lines of "sneaky arsehole" and "alien wanker". Judging by the muffled sound of her voice, she had barely left the kitchen by the time he had reached the safety of the soft emerald green glow in the console room. He smiled smugly. She wouldn't dare retaliate while he was doing delicate in-flight calibrations.
By the time she caught up to him, he was looking intently at the console trying desperately to appear engrossed in serious work. Trying to not look like he was chewing the last bite of her toast.
"I would have made you more you know, you...you...thief! And for the record, don't think I didn't notice my chocolates were all gone when I woke up." she said pointing an accusing finger at him. "I was saving them for later. Some of us aren't sugar junkies." The finger was joined by a raised eyebrow. "You need help...intervention! No wonder you're always bouncing off the walls, you're on a permanent sugar high. I mean, really Doctor, ice cream for breakfast?"
"Buff your toasf tasff bewwer!" he protested, ignoring her accusations.
He swallowed the toast. "But yours tastes better. It's got the cinnamon sugar on it!"
"You're hopeless, you are." She rolled her eyes in an attempt to hide the smile she could feel sneaking through. Stepping forward she reached out and brushed the crumbs off his suit. "And a mess."
He didn't say anything as she did her best to straighten him up. It was routine for them. He'd come into the console room looking like a toddler who just learned how to dress himself and she'd go behind him and fix it as best she could. He could say that he dressed sloppy because he had better things to think about than whether his tie was straight or not. He could blame his rumpled state on crawling around under the console fiddling and fixing the TARDIS. He could but he won't. He never offers any excuse. Even the truth. That he enjoys her presence, enough that even the innocent contact of a sleeve tug here and a tuck there are more pleasurable than they have any right being.
She reached up to try taming the mop on top of his head. He involuntarily closed his eyes and leaned into the touch ever so slightly. She laughed softly. "You're like a big puppy getting scratched behind the ears."
"I am not." he protested lamely, giving her a dismayed look that expressed how much he didn't want to be thought of as a fluffy, harmless creature.
"Yeah you are. Even got the puppy dog eyes when you pout like that."
"Time Lords do not pout."
"Could've fooled me." she said in a sing-song tone.
"Seriously though, I don't pout. I glower. Wouldn't be dignified to pout. Pouting isn't intimidating. And I am the personification of intimidating." He straightened in an attempt to look imposing.
She let out a bark of laughter. "Right. Save it for someone who doesn't know you better."
"Oh-oohoo. Predictable, am I?"
"I didn't say that. The first thing I figured out about you was that you would never be predictable." Her tone was decidedly less playful and much more serious.
"You say that like that's a bad thing. Is it?"
"Not necessarily." She shifted as though uncomfortable with the turn the conversation was going.
"But saying it like that implies that sometimes it is. When is it a bad thing?"
Rose wasn't quite sure how to answer that. Did either of them really want to go down this road? They didn't deliberately hide things from one another, but on the other hand, they didn't dwell on emotions deeper than friendship or experiences that may impact that friendship negatively. Like jealousy. Why was he showing an interest in doing so now? Or was he just innocently curious? She was probably reading too much into it.
She opted for the cheerfully diplomatic approach.
"Well, for starters, I have yet to get to a concert. You're 0 for 2 on that one so far. Although I suppose it shows you are predictable in one thing."
He was confused. "What's that?"
She looked smug. "Your ability to land in the proper time and place is consistently dodgy."