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Tweak says, "I know cello quan doe!"

Rose Tyler (blaidd_drwg_) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-24 19:29:00

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!closed, rose tyler, the doctor (10)

Who: Rose Tyler and the Doctor
What: Conversations?
Where: The TARDIS
When: Morning after Sirius' party
Status/Rating: Incomplete/TBA

Rose found herself laughing quietly as she read her PDA and replied. She could hear the distinct noise of the Doctor tinkering around in the TARDIS from her seat near by, her legs curled up underneath her and a blanket tucked over them. Her headache was realtively alright. She wouldn't let herself get to the stage she would be so drunk that the hangover would be unbearable when she was with the Doctor. She couldn't embarrass herself that much even if she already had with the drunken message and the drunken...moment he probably liked to forget.

She glanced over in the direction he was in, biting her lip softly. She didn't know what to say or do. She wanted to discuss this but every time he found out she was thinking about it he seemed to think it stupid or childish. So why bother? She didn't want to get herself any more hurt than she was at the moment. Sighing quietly, she looked back to her PDA, smiling when she read the message and replied.

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-25 09:26 am UTC (link)

The Doctor talking to the TARDIS may have made her laugh when she first started travelling with him but now she was so use to it she barely bat an eyelid. She actually found it more strange if he didn't talk to her. Even Rose had found herself talking to the TARDIS on more than one occasion. She blamed the Doctor, obviously, but she did feel a slight connection to the ship. Especially when she had connected with her back when the Doctor sent her away.

She looked up when she realised he was addressing her this time. She met his gaze when he looked to her but then he was looking away and she looked to her PDA for a second. She hated that things could still be this awkward with them but if they weren't willing to fully talk about it then they weren't going to manage to get past that stage.

"Sirius. He couldn't remember the toilet seat incident."

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_ten_
2010-08-25 03:45 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor twisted his upper lip into a confused expression, and he reached up absently to tap at the flickering screen suspended before him. The numbers rolled past, stuttering occasionally, then burning brighter.

"Do you remember the toilet seat?" he asked her, speaking over the whine of the TARDIS. But his tone was playful, a little accusing perhaps but in a good-natured way. Then he attention was drawn back to the task at hand.

"Oh come ON!" He slammed the flat of his hand down on the screen, and the machine seemed to grumble in protest as the Time Lord stepped back, staring at the continuously rolling numbers and rubbing a hand round the back of his neck. He couldn't get her to work. Whatever he tried, she just... couldn't.

Stepping away from the console, the Doctor bounded down the few stairs, leaping over the last one completely and spinning on his heel to stare around the gigantic metal room. "Have you seen my screwdriver?"

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-25 10:14 pm UTC (link)

"Vaguely. Any idea what happened to it?" She looked down when the PDA bleeped and laughed. "Never mind, I've been beaten to the post."

She looked over when he hit the TARDIS console, watching him for a second. She knew it was starting to really anger him, he wasn't good at staying in one place. She wouldn't be surprised if she found him sitting in a corner in the TARDIS rocking one day. "Don't take it out on her."

She didn't know why she was saying it, he always did hit the poor girl. If she was a person, this would have been taken to the police by now. But of course the TARDIS always made her displeasure show and she soon grumbled, showing exactly that.

When he asked about the screwdriver, she instantly reached out to where he had dropped it next to her when he bounded over to the TARDIS console earlier after checking she was okay. Holding it out, she put the PDA to the side. "Here."

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_ten_
2010-08-25 10:27 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor glanced at Rose as she reprimanded him and the TARDIS grumbled, before running an apologetic hand over the polished chrome of the main console, murmuring a barely-heard apology to the machine. This, he knew, was why he needed Rose. To pull him in when he was going too far. He skipped down the stairs, only to bound back up as Rose fished at her side and produced the screwdriver.

"Brilliant." The Doctor took it from her, his fingers grazing Rose's for a moment too long as their eyes locked. Then he was flicking a switch and aiming the pulsing blue light of the device between Rose's eyes, finally holding it close to his face. "You're still a little dehydrated," he told her, the tip of his tongue emerging from his lips for a moment as he checked the readings. "Drink the rest of your tea."

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-25 11:15 pm UTC (link)

She could just about make out an apology and smirked slightly, glad he was doing so. Some people would think them stupid but it made sense to her. The TARDIS wasn't just a space ship. It was why she was so attached to her, as was the Doctor. Because she does have a life of her own.

She felt her heart skip a beat when he touched her fings and her eyes fell on his. But then he was pointing the screwdriver at her and she barely flinched, after all he had it done it a fair amount of times before. Her eyes fell on the tea when he pointed it out before looking to him.

"Thanks." She was glad he was checking up on her at times, it made it easier for her to keep herself healthy. He could tell what was wrong and when it would be over. Picking up her tea, she had a sip before looking to him. "You should take a break."

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_ten_
2010-08-26 12:41 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor watched as she lifted the tea to her lips, taking a sip from the cracked mug. Where had he even got that mug? It wasn't like he drank a lot. Of anything. And it had a cartoon dog on it. Why did it have a cartoon dog on it? He was tempted to blame the future him. He had been a strange kind of man... Satisfied that she was taking his advice, the Doctor threw the screwdriver in the air, let it turn once before catching it and turning back in the direction of the controls.

Rose's voice stopped him, and he spun on his heel to face her again. A break? He wasn't doing anything. But he had never been one to deny Rose anything when she asked, and he smirked in her direction before clattering back down the few stairs he'd managed to climb. The Time Lord plonked himself down on the bottom step, opposite from Rose, and extended long legs before him until they almost reached her over the walkway.

"You know how long I've been here?" He told her, "It's been 500 years since I've been here this long... I can't work it out. I must be getting old."

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-26 12:57 pm UTC (link)

She watched as he stilled, wondering exactly what his response would be to that. She knew he was determined to get the TARDIS moving again but they both knew she wouldn't. Rose had seen it before anyway, where the Doctor was unable to move her. But he always tried, no matter what, so she just let him. It kept him busy anyway.

But then he was bounding over with a smirk on his face and settled opposite her. She was slightly satisfied that he finally done something she told him to do, it was a very rare occurence. She smiled as he talked and the smile went onto a laugh when he mentioned his getting old.

"Yeah, you look like you are," she teased before smiling softly. "Can't you just...not try and work something out for once?"

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_ten_
2010-08-27 11:34 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, that's lovely." Despite the sarcasm, the Doctor offered her his wide, genuine grin over the small space separating his perch from hers. "What's the point in that?" The TARDIS was throwing out its strange synthetic light over them, pulsing smoothly between green and electric blue and doing little for the hungover pallor that currently resided in Rose's face. The Doctor examined her vaguely, turning over a few ideas in his head

"You look ill," he commented. "I never understand how you humans can't hold your drink. It's your liver, I think. Remarkably inefficient. You know you lot can survive on only half a liver? You're wasting it. It's disgusting." He bounced to his feet, biting down on the inside of his mouth as he shoved his face close to Rose's, examining her carefully, taking a deep breath when she breathed out to try and identify whatever she was lacking.

"You need cysteine," he finally announced, having analyzed her to his satisfaction. "And electrolyte potassium. You need... you need onions and bananas!" Decision made, the Doctor whirled on his heel, turning to find his new hangover remedy in the depths of his ship.

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-08-27 11:48 pm UTC (link)

"I know. And the point is if you're not so focused on working something out and knowing everything, you might actually see something you rarely notice."

Yes it sounded like a stupid thing to say but it was true. She knew he saw all those things when travelling but when was the last time he really sat back and experienced it all? She had no idea. She frowned when he commented on how she looked, making a noise of protest as he then went to talk about her liver.

"My liver is just fine, thank you very much."

Suddenly, before she knew what was going on, he was up close. Pulling back a little startled, she raised her eyebrow in confusion and curiousity before he was pulling back and exclaiming his usual sentences that made no sense. But the moment he mentioned food and bounded away her face lost any colour it may had kept.

"Doctor...please don't."

God she better not be sick in front of him.

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_ten_
2010-09-01 11:06 am UTC (link)

"I see too much already," he told her, reaching down to tie a loose lace on his battered converse trainer. What more would she have him be looking for? Rose didn't understand how he saw things. No human would. Things weren't as simple as they thought - time didn't work that way. Events and pieces of history fitted together like some infinite, dynamic jigsaw, and they just swanned straight through.

The Doctor pushed his own racing thoughts aside in order to 'diagnose' Rose and quickly stride away. But she called him back, and he froze in his tracks, spinning smoothly to face her from half way across the room. His hand flew to the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.

"Why not?" He stared for a moment, then realization dawned. "Oooooh! Right!" He shuffled slightly awkwardly, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets as he watched her. "What, then?"

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-09-01 08:52 pm UTC (link)

"What about those simple things in life? Do you notice all of those things?"

She didn't know what she was talking about, she barely focused on those things. But it seemed a good thing to say to him even if he probably wouldn't listen to her at all. It was worth a shot at least.

She couldn't get rid of that queasy feeling in the bit of her stomach since the Doctor seemed so ready to get food. But then he was being awkward and shuffling and she felt rather guilty. Making sure her mug wasn't in the way, she bit her lip slightly.

"Just...come give me a hug."

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_ten_
2010-09-08 05:32 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor grinned, bounding over to her and wrapping his long arms around the petite blonde in the chair. She still smelt a little of dry booze and tea, but underneath it all was that gentle smell of 'Rose' which had lingered in the TARDIS long after her lost her. It had driven him mad for months, even after Martha had arrived. He felt his arms tighten around her involuntarily, his face partly buried in waves of golden hair. Perhaps, if things were different...

"Come on," He released her reluctantly, hoisting himself up to full height and holding out his hand to take hers and pull her to her feet. "Come sit outside. Fresh air! Lovely! It'll do you good!" He flashed a wide, crooked grin, wriggling long fingers teasingly in her direction before dragging her out towards the doors. Outside, the day was pleasantly cool, the park drenched in sunlight until the colours seemed too bright.

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-09-09 08:58 am UTC (link)

She threw her own arms around him when he was suddenly pulling her into a hug, her eyes closing for a moment. She would never tire of being held by him even if things were awkward in her eyes. At least, they almost were since she was trying to forget about it. Something that was impossible when he was holding her so tightly against him. But then he was moving away and her arms fell uselessly to her side on the chair.

She smiled when he wiggled his fingers to get her up, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance before she took it and stood, putting the blanket back over the chair before she was being dragged to the doors. Laughing softly, she was just grateful enough that her clothing wasn't exactly embarrassing or anything like that.

"Do you have to be this energetic when I'm hungover?" she asked with a grin before they were outside, the cool air suddenly wakening her up slightly.

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_ten_
2010-09-09 08:16 pm UTC (link)

Rose slid a small hand into his, and he pulled her to her feet, tugging impatiently until she had placed the blanket down and let him drag her to the doors. "You're the one being hungover when I'm energetic," he pointed out, pushing the wooden door open so the sun exploded into the main room, glinting off the metal surfaces and catching in the main column to make a rainbow.

Pulling her out onto the grass of the park, the Doctor hesitated, before releasing her hand and darting back inside the TARDIS. A second later he returned, clutching his long brown coat to spread over the grass. Then he gestured to Rose to sit, taking the space beside her and leaning back on his elbows. "Remember when we last did this?" he asked her, staring up at the pale blue sky. That grin ripped his features. "New Earth? New New New New New New New New New New New New... New New New York?"

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-09-09 09:43 pm UTC (link)

They had hardly been outside before he was rushing back into the TARDIS. Frowning, she was about to call out for him when he returned with his coat and a grin formed on her lips. She sat straight away before moving to lie when whe leaned back.

"I remember," she said with a smile as she looked up to the sky also. When he repeated all the 'New's' that were needed, a laugh escaped her lips as she turned her head to look at him.

"New New Doctor back then," she said with a smile. She had loved that moment with him, in the grass. So relaxed and simple with nothing to worry about. Then, of course, everything changed and became hectic. It always did.

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_ten_
2010-09-10 11:10 am UTC (link)

He laughed, letting his head fall back for a moment. That had been the first time they'd left the TARDIS after he regenerated. He still remembered the awkwardness of getting used to his new, lanky body. He quite liked it now though. He wasn't looking forward to having his floppy fringe reincarnation. Although he would doubtless get used to it given time.

"Well, as long as I keep my hand this time. I don't have the energy to grow anything back." He smirked at her, flexing long fingers at his side. Donna had used his hand in the end, absorbed the very thing that made him 'him'. And it had nearly killed her. The thought was a little sobering, the image of her face when she'd realized what was happening...

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blaidd_drwg_
2010-09-10 03:33 pm UTC (link)

"I'll keep you from doing something that stupid."

She watched his his smile began to fade slightly and she knew there was something wrong. Even if things were awkward and different between them, she still loved him. He was her best friend and seeing him suddenly not as happy concerned her. The Doctor was usually always cherry and in those occasions where he was not she knew there was something terrible going on in his head.

Turning onto her side, she took his hand and squeezed comfortingly. "What's wrong?"

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