The Tenth Doctor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _ten_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2010-12-10 13:04:00 |
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| Entry tags: | !closed, rose tyler, the doctor (10) |
WHO: The Tenth Doctor and Rose (Perhaps with cameos from K-9 and a tortoise)
WHAT: Attempts at reconciliation
WHEN: Late this morning.
WHERE: Their flat.
RATING/PROGRESS: Probably low. Maybe mild swearing. In progress.
The Doctor had spent his night calibrating the TARDIS. Although the old girl didn't need it, never needed it, but it was soothing. And Rose wasn't talking to him so it was probably best to just stay out of her way and let her get over it in her own time. The Doctor wasn't one to back out of a confrontations - he could be damn frightening if he wanted to be, but he wasn't about to argue with Rose over something so ridiculous and inconsequential. Honestly. Humans. They were so clever and yet completely and utterly ruled by their hearts. Time Lords were so much more logical. Perhaps that was half their problem...
Still, it was late morning by the time he revealed himself, cracking open the door and stepping quietly out, K-9 trundling happily after him and away to the power socket behind the sofa. He should probably put a stop to the robots love of electricity from the mains... The Time Lord stopped, tongue wedged thoughtfully into the roof of his mouth as he looked through the door of the spare room, at the girl currently lain across the sofa. Then he disappeared back into the Police box, returning a moment later with a steaming mug.
Without a word, the tenth Doctor strode over the room and passed the tea over, suddenly feeling a little awkward, which was rare for him. Normally he had no idea how painful social situations were for people. He shoved his hands into his pockets, hovering uncertainly and waiting for someone to talk... What were you supposed to say in these situations? His automatic response ("This is completely ridiculous.") didn't seem to be a good idea. And he hadn't watched enough Coronation Street to know what they would do. So he just waited, listening to the gentle hum of K-9 and pulse of the TARDIS' console from the other room.
Still, it was late morning by the time he revealed himself, cracking open the door and stepping quietly out, K-9 trundling happily after him and away to the power socket behind the sofa. He should probably put a stop to the robots love of electricity from the mains... The Time Lord stopped, tongue wedged thoughtfully into the roof of his mouth as he looked through the door of the spare room, at the girl currently lain across the sofa. Then he disappeared back into the Police box, returning a moment later with a steaming mug.
Without a word, the tenth Doctor strode over the room and passed the tea over, suddenly feeling a little awkward, which was rare for him. Normally he had no idea how painful social situations were for people. He shoved his hands into his pockets, hovering uncertainly and waiting for someone to talk... What were you supposed to say in these situations? His automatic response ("This is completely ridiculous.") didn't seem to be a good idea. And he hadn't watched enough Coronation Street to know what they would do. So he just waited, listening to the gentle hum of K-9 and pulse of the TARDIS' console from the other room.