ivydoor: (10/Rose together)
Title: Paint by Numbers (1/2)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ivydoor
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Betas: The ever patient [livejournal.com profile] kalleah & [livejournal.com profile] leighleighla
Rating: PG
Summary: "Rinascimento! An Earth-like planet colonized in the early eighty-fifth century for the express purpose of celebrating the cultural Renaissance of the fourteenth century through the seventeenth century. It’s all set up a bit like a funfair or theme park. Not completely accurate, mind you, but not as bad as Cassandra mistaking a jukebox for an iPod."
Disclaimer: No, I can’t have a Time Lord. Not mine.
Author's Notes: Anywhere But Cardiff ficathon prompt: Renaissance-era Italy ~ August 2 8434.

Really, it’s like dealing with a toddler at times )

WIP Meme

Jul. 27th, 2007 11:30 am
ivydoor: (Jayne Brain)
snagged from various sources on the flist:

This is something I've concocted primarily because I want confirmation that I'm not the only one with a folder full of half-finished fiction on my desktop that might never get written at this rate. So here you are! The Work-in-Progress Meme! When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

From Wisdom of the Wise (a fic I started a long time ago and has yet to see the light of day)

“That’s beautiful.” She whispered to herself, unable to take her eyes off the sight.

“It’s home.”

Her head snapped around to face him. “Home? You mean that’s…”


He turned abruptly, walking over to a large desk. There were papers mixed with gadgets scattered all over the top. He rifled through some of them absently before turning to the bookshelves lining the walls. Slipping his glasses on, he laid a hand on the huge texts at eye level, letting his fingers run down the spines.

Rose watched him with careful curiosity. “So what is this room?”

The Doctor turned and leaned against the shelves. “It’s…” he paused, his head dropped until his chin was practically resting on his chest.


He ran a hand over his face as if he was tired, pinching the bridge of his nose then slipping the glasses back off. “It was the study of the TARDIS’s previous owner.”

“What do you mean ‘previous’?”

“As in former. The TARDIS hasn’t always been mine. I…” he shifted uncomfortably “acquired her sometime later in her life.”

Rose snickered when she realized he wouldn’t make eye contact. “When you say ‘acquired’, does that mean something like ‘it fell off the back of a lorry’?”

“Something like that.” he admitted.

From Bubbly (my next chibi!fic that I've been promising [personal profile] jesidres  for ages)

The Doctor finally removed all traces of the mad scientist method of cooking from the TARDIS kitchen. Including the Pelagia jelly, which had somehow ended up on the ceiling. With a sigh, he tossed down the dishrag, grabbed his suit jacket off the strut, and headed to his room for to change his shirt.

Fully dressed and ready for action, he strode towards the console room, but as he passed the room with the whirlpool tub, he heard little splashes and giggles with an excited meep here and there. As he reached the door of the bathroom, he saw Rose kneeling, hunched over the edge of the tub. The tub was filled to the brim with bubbles and a little head and arm poked out of them, reaching for a stray bubble floating overhead.

From Just Us (the fic I should be working on instead of signing up for ficathons)

While Mickey was occupied with that, the Doctor turned to the console and slipped on his glasses. Rose came up beside him and poked him in the ribs. He smiled without looking up at her and poked back. She just laughed. “So, where do you want me then?”

“Ooo. The possibilities...” he teased. She gave him a light smack on the arm as he fished the batteries out of his coat pocket. “Here, take these. There should be some way of cutting open the packaging.” He fumbled around in his pockets and pulled out a pair of shears. ”Ah, there we go.” And he handed them over to her.

She set to work on the packages while the Doctor finalized calculations. She stuffed all of the packaging back into the plastic bag and then put the bag into the garbage disposal built into the base of the console.

“All right,” said the Doctor, taking his coat off but leaving the glasses on. “Let’s get this thing put together.” He tossed the coat into the console chair and took the batteries out of Rose’s hands. “Come on!”

As they made their way down the corridor, they came across Mickey on his way back to the console room. “A person could get lost around here, you know.” He said as he joined them. The Doctor just gave a not-quite-innocent grin in response.
ivydoor: (TARDIS console)
Title: Christmas Colours
Gift for: [livejournal.com profile] lovethetenth
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: PG
Warnings: Takes place in late S2, but no spoilers
Betas: [livejournal.com profile] kalleah , [livejournal.com profile] sugarsicons , & [livejournal.com profile] threerings
Summary: The Doctor learns he has poor impulse control.
A/N: For the OSK Summer Lovin' Ficathon. I actually managed to use all three prompts! Posted at the bottom of the fic to avoid spoiling. :) Gorgeous banner by [livejournal.com profile] nisrin.

Last of the mighty Time Lords, sneaking about on Christmas Eve delivering gifts to the friends and family of a twenty one year old human girl. You know exactly how this happened, his brain muttered back at him. )
ivydoor: (memories)
Title: Just Us - 3/4
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Mickey, Sarah Jane
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for School Reunion
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] kalleah & [livejournal.com profile] leighleighla
Summary: Between explosions and saying goodbye to an old friend, there are things left undone and unsaid.
A/N: Previous chapters here at Teaspoon.

I figured you knew what you were doing. I mean, a nine hundred year old Time Lord being conned by a twenty year old shop girl does not speak well for your reputation. )
ivydoor: (Mickey the Geek)
Title: Just Us - 2/4
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Mickey, Sarah Jane
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for School Reunion
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] kalleah & [livejournal.com profile] leighleighla
Summary: Between explosions and saying goodbye to an old friend, there are things left undone and unsaid.
A/N: Prequel to S3 spoiler Passing Through & Always Running

Chapter 1

I’ve learned not to bet against you, Miss Tyler. You play dirty. )
ivydoor: (LOL)
Title: Just Us - 1/4
Characters/Pairing: Ten/Rose, Mickey, Sarah Jane
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for School Reunion
Betas: [livejournal.com profile] kalleah , [livejournal.com profile] sensiblecat , & [livejournal.com profile] leighleighla
Summary: Between explosions and saying goodbye to an old friend, there are things left undone and unsaid.
A/N: This is a prequel of sorts to the significantly more angsty and more than a bit S3 spoilery Passing Through. And if you squint real hard you might be able to make Always Running fit too. Not that I’d shamelessly self-pimp though. *coughs*

And what? End up in Aberdeen again? )
ivydoor: (chibiDoc bubbles)
Title: Galley Boy
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ivydoor  
Rating: PG
Pairing: 10/Rose
Genre: pure crack & fluff
Spoilers: none
Summary: It had started with the peanut butter. Then the vanilla-orange swirled ice cream. Eventually it had escalated to just about every substance in the TARDIS kitchen that was remotely edible.
Author's Note: This is in response to the Chibi!verse Challenge. I blame [livejournal.com profile] jesidres   and the heavy narcotics I’m on right now for this. Bonus points for anyone who can spot the two cartoon references in this fic.

With a sigh and a resigned drop of her shoulders, she headed cautiously into the kitchen. )
ivydoor: (memories)
Title: Passing Through
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ivydoor
Character/Pairing: Ten, implied Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Summary: He has to keep moving.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns all the characters, but that doesn't stop them from playing in my head. Yes, I'm aware of how dirty that sounds.
Author's Notes: Big thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kalleah, [livejournal.com profile] sensiblecat, & [livejournal.com profile] leighleighla for their beta work and feedback :)

Things started to have a bit more meaning than they did after that. And then more meaning than they did even before.  )
ivydoor: (LOL)
Well, I've started posting my stuff on Teaspoon. For some reason I had a hard time figuring it out, but I finally did. I'll have them all up eventually.

For now, I have housework to do. I'm so sorry, [personal profile] kalleah. I couldn't stop laughing at it. I am so going to hell. First class ticket, window seat. I like to have a view.
ivydoor: (Default)
Ack! I've been hit! Man down!
[personal profile] kalleah  was kind enough to tag me, so now I guess I hafta do it.

WRITER'S MEME: Sometimes it's ok to pimp yourself out. Post a list of the top five favorite fics you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.

1. Midnight Snack ~ My first fic in a loooong time, first Who fic, and first time I've let anyone ever read something I've written. It was plain fun to write. I'd like to think it's a fun, if short, read. The first of my Happy!Who table prompts, it ended up spawning into a series throughout the rest of the table.

2. Always Running ~ It's only a little drabble, but I'm really proud of how it turned out. Normally I'm writing stuff fluffier than a Pomeranian puppy. This was a bit darker. Bittersweet. Plus [personal profile] sensiblecat actually referenced it in her email fic! That got a huge squee out of me!

3. Gauntlet ~ The final installment of my Happy!Who table. I like this one because it includes one of my childhood's favorite places. I love living vicariously through The Doctor & Rose. I felt bad that Rose never did get a concert, so I fixed that for her. :)

4. Possibly Temporarily ~ I love this one. I think I really managed to get the characters down. Rose & the Doctor take on so many different roles in their relationship. Teacher/student...Mother/child. I like all the different dynamics. I think the Mother/child in this started out as is fun, until the end where there may or may not have been more to this story than it seemed. I don't think the Doctor is particularly innocent in the situation at hand.

5. Cheap High ~ I just wrote this the other day. :) I love misdirection. I know a lot of people hate movies like The Village or Sixth Sense, but I love them. This one is similar to Midnight Snack in that respect, but instead of the dawning realization from that story, the last two lines of this come completely out of left field. (Unless you read the intro/notes...I probably shouldn't label things so clearly, eh?) The other thing I love about this was how fast I cranked it out. Yeah, it's short, but I second guess myself for days over most of the things I write. No matter how long or short they are. This was pure crack prompted by an IM conversation. In no time it was written and posted. And I've been struggling for a month on one chapter for another fic. Go figure.

Okay, now I tag [profile] spastasmagoria, [profile] teskafuture, [profile] chicketieboo, [profile] faythbrady, and that's it...*sheepish grin* My friends list is woefully inadequate. Everyone else on my list has already been tagged. LOL
ivydoor: (Default)
Title: Cheap High
Characters: Ten/Rose
Genre: Happy!Who!Crack (no prompt, just goofiness)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I’m broke. Please don’t sue.
Summary: The Doctor faces his deadliest challenge yet.
A/N: For [personal profile] kalleah   You’re a bad influence. You know that right?

The sounds of gnashing teeth and ripping could be heard far and wide.

Rose snuck quietly as she could down the hall. One small noise and she could be caught in the crossfire.

She could hear muttering in the next room. Words like “disembowelment” and “whipping” floated past her nervous ears.

In a flash Rose pressed herself up against the wall, not daring to breathe.

She had to get out of there. The sooner the better. The exits were cut off by her captors. How was she going to get out of this one? She knew if she could just get to the TARDIS, she’d be safe. There was nothing she could do for the Doctor at this point.

Chewing her bottom lip, she considered her options.

Option #1- Find an unlocked window and hope there wasn’t a sheer drop on the other side.

Option #2- Find cover and wait until nightfall. When her captors were sleeping, slip quietly out the exit.

The second choice was the more practical since there were no windows to be found in this hallway. The first was the most tempting though because she couldn’t stand the thought of staying here another minute. Every second she hesitated was another second closer to capture.

She heard footsteps heading her way. Frantically, she darted for the nearest door, hoping she could hide before being seen.

Luckily it was just a supply closet, and she held her breath as she heard the footsteps pass by.

Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, she peeked through the crack of the door. Seeing the coast was clear, she softly made her way down to the end of the hall.

Back still pressed to the wall, she took a quick peek around the corner.

One alien. Unarmed, but still dangerous and unpredictable. Pacing back and forth, it was like watching a caged animal.

It was now or never. Do or die. Hopefully a lot more on the doing side and not so much on the dying.

Suddenly the floor began to shake uncontrollably. A scream pierced the air.

“Would you PLEASE settle down!” Jackie shrieked.

“Itsnotmyfault!” the Doctor cried as he bounced up and down all over the living room. “It’sRose’s!She’stheonewhoboughtmeallthesebloodypixiesticks!!”

ivydoor: (Default)
Title: Possibly Temporarily
Characters: Ten/Rose
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really. Not for the lack of wishing I did though...
Summary: The Doctor does love his accessories.
A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] jaceyangel 's challenge
Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.
~Woody Allen
He looked like a very confused puppy who had lost his favorite bone. )
ivydoor: (DW - memories)
Title: Always Running
Characters: Ten/Rose
Spoilers/References: Doomsday
Summary: He needed something to help him remember the good times
Challenge: Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over. Any fandom or no fandom at all.

He stands in the shadow of the alley by the shop, waiting for them.

It had to be timed perfectly. It was dangerous enough to do this once. If he didn't get it right the first time, he could forget it entirely.

He heard before he saw. He looked across the street and it struck him. How obvious it had been. He had been right. She did know. She had to.

He jolted out of his haze long enough to reach in his pocket. With a click, it was done.

He taped it to the console. The TARDIS didn't mind.
ivydoor: (Default)
Title: Gauntlet
Characters: Ten/Rose
Genre: Fluff
Happy!Who Table 3: Prompt #5-Schemes
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really.
Summary: So she wants a concert, does she?
A/N: See the notes at the end of this...



She just had to say it. As soon as the words left her mouth she knew it was a mistake.

A challenge. That's what he had taken it as.

So he had banished her to the wardrobe to pick out something suitable. Of course, he hadn't told her where they were going. He just said "Casual. Dress warm. But not too warm. Definitely hiking boots." And with that cryptic description, she was sent on her way.


She got back to the console room in time to hear the engine grind to a halt. He looked up at her with a brilliant grin. "Ready?"

"I think so. Where are we?"

"Wanna see?" He headed for the doors, then turned and waited for her to catch up. When she did, he lead the way out.

She stepped out to a dirt path and took in the scenery around her. It was dark but there were beams of light peeking out here and there. The textured walls were a reddish brown.

"Where are we?" she asked again. Her voice sounded empty as it echoed off the walls.

"Luray Caverns." he said, pointing to a sign. "We're in the United States. Virginia to be precise."

"Caverns? As in caves? Is this some sort of park?" She glanced around and noticed safety railings and plaques mounted in various places.

"Pretty much. It was founded in 1878 when some men saw limestone sticking out of the ground. They dug a hole and discovered the caverns." He looked around and tugged her along the path. "It's the middle of the night here, that's why it's empty. During the day it's usually packed. But you wanted a concert so I figured I'd arrange for a private one." Grinning enigmatically, he lead her down some steps.

Rose looked around to take it all in. Huge columns of gnarled and rippling rock seemed to support the cathedral-like ceiling of the cave. Stalactites hung ominously from the ceiling while stalagmites seemed to be punching up through the floor. The air was cool and clean. It was deathly quiet except for the delicate sounds of water dripping and running. As she looked around, she noticed there were more than just tones of red and brown. Some of the formations were white while others had an almost pinkish tinge. Scattered throughout the caverns were basins of crystal clear water.

They quietly made thier way through the chambers, occasionally stopping to admire the natural sculptures.

"I don't get it. Where's the concert?" she asked with a smile. "I mean, I don't want to be proven right or anything..." Her teasing tone trailed off as they reached a huge room with an organ on one side.

"You were saying?" he chuckled giving her a nudge with his shoulder. She poked him back playfully. "Still doesn't look like a concert to me."

"Just wait." he said as he pulled out the sonic screwdriver. With a click the organ suddenly began to play.

Slow, soft notes echoed in the chamber. Rose gazed up at the ceiling in wonder as she stepped forward. She could see rubber hammers gently tapping on the formations, creating a haunting and unearthly sound. To call this an organ was doing it an injustice. As Rose stood still, she closed her eyes and let the sounds surround her. The Doctor came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She sighed happily and leaned back into his chest. It felt right.

"You know it takes years...decades...centuries for these rocks to form." he whispered into her ear. "It took them three years just to put this organ together. Once the rocks had formed and the tools were in place though, it was a perfect match. The new and the old coming together to make something special. There's nothing else like it in the world."

He thought about how hardened and battle weary he had been before Rose. When she came along he was just existing. Suddenly he was given a new pair of eyes, a new way of seeing things. Life mattered again. He felt lighter than he had in years. She hit him in all the right spots, like she was made to fit with him. It both thrilled and scared the living daylights out of him.

"It's beautiful." she whispered, still in awe after the music stopped.

He loosened his hold and looked down at her. "Yes. Beautiful."

She looked up at him over her shoulder. Her stomach flipped over at intense look in his eyes. Very gently he leaned down and gave her the lightest of kisses. It was as if he was testing the waters before diving in.

When he pulled back they were both grinning like fools but neither one cared.

"Come on, Doctor. Let's go swimming."

Authors Notes:
Luray Caverns is a very real and very beautiful National Park Service Registered Natural Landmark. The Great Stalacpipe Organ took three years to create. To get an idea of what it sounds like click here. It doesn't really do it justice to hearing it in person though. If you are ever in the Washington D.C./Northern Virginia area, I highly recommend checking it out. I spent many childhood summers visiting my aunt on Skyline Drive of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The surrounding area is just as beautiful as the caverns.
ivydoor: (Default)
Title: Predictable
Characters: Ten/Rose
Genre: Fluff
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.

Would she?


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!"


"I know."

"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."
ivydoor: (Default)
Title: Cannonball
Characters: Ten/Rose
Genre: Fluff
Happy!Who Table 3: Prompt #3-Kitchen
Disclaimer: No I can't have a Time Lord. Not mine.
Spoilers/References: New Earth
Summary: The Doctor doesn't learn from experience.

Previously on How the Table Prompts:


Rose was sitting on the console chair with her legs curled under her. Flipping lazily through the pages of one of her magazines, she wasn't really reading so much as she was killing time. She had been waiting for the Doctor to show up there for a least 45 minutes. She felt rested and recharged after the visit to the spa and was ready for action. It wasn't like the Doctor to be the last one there, though. Usually he was the one chomping at the bit, unable to sit still to the point of obnoxious. She's normally the one wanting a lie in. Rose wrinkled her nose at the thought of the role reversal. What next? Cats and dogs living in harmony?

Bored with waiting, she decided to go hunt him down. Knowing him, he was probably buried to his neck in heavy, dusty books. Lost in his own little world. The thought of getting lost in there with him briefly flitting across her mind, but she quickly put that idea out of her head. Not. Happening.

Sighing, she turned the corner to the library. She was reasonably sure this would be where to find him, but looking around there was no sign he had been there recently. This stumped her. Where else would he be? His room? She made a mental note that would be the last place she would look. No need to go there unless absolutely necessary. He had to be up and about somewhere. Sitting still was not his forte. Even at the spa, he couldn't manage it. He had so much pent up energy by the time they got in the pool, it was all she could do to keep up with his playful splashing. She grinned at the memory. She only got the best of him once.


"Give it up, Tyler!"

"No!" she squealed.

The Doctor then watched in horror as she shifted from flailing damsel in distress to dangerous predator. He had unwittingly backed her against the only carved step of the spring. The only warning he had was a spark of defiance in her eyes. In one swift, fluid movement she grabbed the ledge from behind, hoisted herself to her feet, turned on her heel and walked away from the pool.

"How'd you do that?" he asked, confused as to what just happened.

She flashed a grin over her shoulder. "Gymnast." said in the same tone he had spoken to the Sycorax leader.

She turned and ran full speed towards the pool. The Doctor looked like a deer in headlights. She leaped over his head and landed with a perfect cannonball.

"You win."


The Doctor cringed at the memory. His reaction to being outwitted by her had been as bad as the Cassandra-Not-Rose kiss. If not worse. How did she do that? Make him freeze like that. The first taste of it had been at Downing Street. He had kept his cool externally, or so he hoped, but mentally he had just halted.

This was something he had to prevent from happening again. It was definitely Not Good he told himself.

He took another scoop of ice cream.


Rose was getting frustrated. He wasn't in the lab, the arboretum, or the lounge room. Next stop was the kitchen.

She walked into the kitchen and found him sitting on the counter, feet propped on a chair, with a half eaten tub of ice cream in one hand and a scooper in the other. She crossed her arms and looked at him. He was lost in thought, completely unaware of her presence.


If he could have jumped out of his skin, he would have. The chair clattered to the floor as he knocked it over trying to stand up.

"You alright there, Doctor?" she laughed as she bent over to right the chair.

"Yes! Fine! Yes. Yes. I'm fine!" He smiled sheepishly. "You just surprised me is all."

She eyed what was in his hands. "That's some breakfast you've got there. I'm amazed you can stomach it after all the sweets yesterday. How you didn't end up with a tummy ache from eating all those chocolates so quickly..." She trailed off shaking her head affectionately.

He glanced down at the tub and scoop. "Want some?" he offered waggling his eyebrows.

"No thanks." she said, making a face. "Besides, I came here to find out where you were hiding. I was waiting for almost an hour and it's taken almost another hour just to find you. Since we're both here, I might as well make some real food. And no, banana ice cream doesn't count." she added hastily sensing his protests.

He sat at the table watching her as she made toast and eggs.

They ate in friendly silence. At least, until he nicked her last piece of toast and made a mad dash for the console room.
ivydoor: (Default)
Title: Day Off
Author: ivydoor
Characters: Ten/Rose
Genre: Fluff
Happy!Who Table 3: Prompt #2-Sweet
Disclaimer: Oh, lordy how I wish it was all mine...but it's not. *sigh*
Summary: The sugar content in this is enough to cause a diabetes. It's utterly shameful how fluffy this is. This is so not like me. You have been warned.

This makes a bit more sense if you read Prompt #1 (Clock) called "Midnight Snack" but you really don't have to. Technically it's a continuation, but it can stand on it's own.

She should have known better really. To assume she'd be allowed to sleep in after a night of cookies and talking about absolutely nothing in particular was foolish. It occurred to her that a midnight snack involving copious amounts of refined sugar may not be the best idea for an ADHD poster child.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" he said as he bounded into her room. Rose shot him an evil look and chucked an aptly named throw pillow at him.

"Oi! Behave yourself or I'll take back the surprise!" the Doctor said sternly but amused.

"Does it involve me and a bed?" she grumbled. She missed the shocked and slightly self-conscious look that flicked across his face before he broke out his 1000 watt smile.

"Nope. Come on!"

She yawned and stumbled her way to the shower. After getting ready, she headed to the console room. When she got there, the Doctor glanced up. "About time. I was getting ready to form a search party." Wandering over to the couch and laying down, she asked "Mmmm...so what's this surprise?" Her eyes closed involuntarily.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" he said in a low tone. She opened her eyes and found herself almost nose to nose with him as he crouched down in front of her makeshift cot.

She sat up abruptly. "Right then, surprise me." Suddenly she was very awake.

The Doctor bounded over the the console and flipped a few switches. "We, Rose Tyler, are having a day off." She eyed him suspiciously as the TARDIS ground to a halt. "What?" he asked with wide eyed innocence. At least, with as much innocence as he could muster.

"Riiiight." She raised an eyebrow to express her complete lack of belief but followed him out the TARDIS doors.

Rose was greeted by bright sunshine made brighter by reflections off of natural spring pools and pink tinted sand and marble. "Nice, huh?" he whispered in her ear. She smiled and took in more of the scenery. There was a building that looked like a cross between a Roman courtyard and a tiki hut. It had pillars made of the same pinkish marble but the thatched grass roof gave it a tropical feel. The breeze was warm and there were chairs and smaller huts peppered around the pools. Tall plants resembling large blade of grass, some towering over the main building, provided additional shade. "Where are we?" she asked with a grin.

"Richieda V. It's basically one big health resort. Top notch, in fact. Only the best for royalty, celebrities and the like. Your wish is their command type of place." He grinned, obviously pleased with himself.

She didn't bother to deflate his ego this time. Throwing her arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze she exclaimed "This is perfect!" The night before, she had mentioned her sore and aching muscles as she stiffly got up to go back to bed. He had smiled sympathetically and gave her a hug and sent her on her way. This morning he had brought her to the perfect remedy.

"Let's go!"


Rose spent the entire day being spoiled and pampered. There were no monsters lurking, no diabolical maniacs trying to hijack the leadership, just massages and spa treatments. All in all a very relaxing morning. Lunch consisted of fresh fruits from a dozen planets and dessert was chocolates and sweets from the resorts top chef. After lunch they went for a swim in one of the springs.

When they were done they sat side by side in the lounge chairs, watching the purple sunset. The Doctor kept trying to nick Rose's chocolates having long ago polished off his own. More than once all he'd managed to do was pull back stinging fingers from a patented Tyler Slap.

"This was sweet of you. Thank you." Rose said sleepily.

He smiled as he watched her start to doze off. Once her heard a tiny snore, he whispered "No, thank you."

Glancing down, he grinned mischievously and popped her last chocolate in his mouth.
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Title: Midnight Snack
Author: ivydoor
Characters: Ten/Rose
Genre: Fluffiness
Happy!Who: Table 3 Prompt #1-Clocks
Disclaimer: They're not mine but they won't get outta my head! This is my first fic ever and would not quit looping in my mind until I wrote it out. *hides shamefully behind the couch*
Summary: Rose is going to throttle the Doctor. How can he disarm her?




Rose groaned and rolled over. *Clank*

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read 2:19. Whether that was AM or PM was beyond her. All she knew was that she was bloody exhausted and sore. After a day of running frantically and randomly ducking into thorny hedges, she had come back to the TARDIS, poured herself a stiff drink, a bath and finally collapsed into the bed.

Of course, running for their lives had a decidedly different effect on the Doctor. He thrived off the thrill of the chase and was usually on that high for hours afterwards. So he had thrown himself into an enthusiastic round of jiggery-pokery while Rose was relaxing. Or trying to relax.


"Ouch! Bugger!"

She rolled her eyes and flung the fluffiest pillow she could find over her head.

As silence seemed to settle around the TARDIS, she felt herself slowly start to slip into a heavy sleep.

A resounding *CLANG* jolted her out of the trance giving her the distinct sensation of free-falling for one disorienting second. She bolted upright to a sitting postion. Her eyes darted back to the clock.


'Right,' she thought 'To hell with this.'

Her eyes narrowed and jaw set with determination, she marched purposefully towards the console room. Before reaching the entryway, she stopped, took a deep breath and set her shoulders back. Plastering a sweet smile on her face, she stepped through the threshold and looked around.

The Doctor was nowhere to be found. She walked all around the console to be certain.


Her head shot up and looked back down the hallway. Now she was confused. What in the world was he working on if he wasn't in the console room?

"HA!" he exclaimed from somewhere.

She followed the series of small rattles and shuffles. As she approached the kitchen she saw a shadow moving back and forth through the soft light under the door. Pushing it open just far enough to peek through, she heard him mutter "Come on, come on." He was standing with his back to her, hunched over something on the table, fanning it with a kitchen towel. That's when it hit her. She inhaled deeply. The resulting sniffle sound caused him to jump and spin around, grinning manically.

Rose looked at him and then the table. "Is that..."


He reached behind him and handed her a tall glass of milk.

He pointed to the rack of cooling chocolate chip cookies.

"Wanna help me? I fancied a midnight snack."

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