Prompt Story: DONE!
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timelord1Here it is! Sword and Shield, my first prompt for TTU Ficathon:
Pairing: 10/Rose
Category: Humor, Fluff, Romance, with just a dash of whump ;)
Rating: Teen
“I know there’s another wardrobe somewhere in this wing,” the Doctor said, leading Rose by the hand through the halls of the TARDIS.
They were on the planet Momtabu, where there was a rainforest that took up an entire continent. It was positively choked with colorful, fascinating species that Rose needed to see before they went anywhere else. The only problem was that Momtabu was a planet with one religion, and that religion demanded strict practical observance even from tourists. Which meant that before they stepped out of the TARDIS, the Doctor needed to be wearing a black Sherwani jacket and thick black wool trousers (which, in a rainforest climate, was going to be like wearing a yak), and Rose needed to be wearing a burqa, the poor girl. He had given Rose multiple reassurances that the beauty of the place far outweighed the suffering inflicted by the dress code, and they had spent the last hour searching for the burqa.
He opened the door to a room at the end of the hall and discovered a sloppy mish-mosh of clothing and artifacts that he desperately needed to take an afternoon to tidy one of these days. He turned on the lights and they stepped over the piles of clothes and overflowing boxes and began their search anew. He found a Mr. T doll that called him a fool when he pulled its string, a burlap bag full of spatulas (because that made sense), and a rumpled, hand-painted silk kimono. His thoughts drifted to visions of Geisha Rose and GI Doctor in a storm-swept, postwar Tokyo flat. A tea ceremony. Bowls of green tea spilling, untouched, as he took her in his arms and…
“En Garde!” Rose cried, swinging a sword at the Doctor’s head. He yelped and dove out of the way, his Gallifreyan reflexes saving him from losing part of his ear. She was laughing. Laughing!
“Oi! That’s real, you know!” he snapped, smoothing his suit. “It’s very, very sharp.” He wasn’t going to tell her he had once used that particular sword to relieve a creature of its head in a trial by combat.
“Is it?” she asked, sliding the tip of her thumb down the edge of the blade. She cried out and the sword clattered to the ground.
“Oh you didn’t,” he cried, snatching her hand to examine the wound. “Why would you do that?” There was no blood, no opening in the skin, and she was laughing at him. He kept hold of her hand a moment longer than he should have.
“Bit jumpy today, aren’t you?” she asked with a teasing grin.
He frowned as he picked up the sword. “You’re a bit spazzy today.”
“I like that word – spazzy – did you just make that up?” She slid her fingers under his tie and pulled it out from under his jacket. Warning bells went off in his mind and he opted for clever misdirection rather than succumbing to desire.
“Your form is appalling,” he said, handing her the sword. “Would you like me to teach you?”
She shrugged. “Might come in handy some day, eh?”
The forests of Momtabu could wait. He forced the lingering image of Rose as a Geisha (Down boy!) out of his head and led her out of the storage room to the sparring room opposite the sauna. He took off his trainers and stripped down to his t-shirt and stretched his hand out to Rose, palm up, and waved his fingers to beckon her closer, waggling his eyebrows.
“Step into my dojo,” he said.
She paused at the mat and bowed. “Thank you, sensei.”
She kicked off her shoes and bounced on the mat while he searched the equipment lockers for a padded sword and shield. He tossed her the shield and ran through an elegant Kendo kata he’d learned from a Samurai in twelfth-century Japan, purely to impress her. Based on the slightly open-mouthed smile on her face, it had worked. Of course, all the Japanese imagery had done nothing to stop Geisha Rose from running through his every thought. Offering him a steaming bowl of tea, standing beneath a cherry tree as blossoms rained down on her, swirling in the tea, caught in her soft blonde hair. Let me help you with those…
She poked him in the stomach with the sword. “Hello? TARDIS to Doctor?” she said.
“Yes, of course,” he said, taking up the shield. “Now, swing at me.”
She did. She popped him squarely in the open eye. Just desserts for being distracted. The world went awash in black sparkles and his eye streamed tears. In his mind, Geisha Rose was giggling at him from behind the demure hand she’d raised to cover her mouth. Rose herself was sounding entirely too much like her mother as she panicked.
“Can you see? I’m so sorry! Are you blind? I…why did you let me hit you, you twit? How many fingers am I holding up?” she cried, shaking three fingers at him.
“Three,” he answered with a laugh. “I’m all right.”
She put her hand on his cheek and traced her fingertip so softly across his eyelid. The delicacy of her touch made him lose his breath.
“You’re going to have a shiner,” she whispered.
“So worth it,” he whispered back, turning his face in towards her hand to kiss her palm.
“You just kissed my hand,” she said, studying her palm as she drew it back from him. When she looked up into his eyes, he forgot about Momtabu and geishas and preorbital hematomas. In that moment, he wasn’t burning at the center of time, couldn’t feel the turn of the universe; he was falling into the unfathomable beauty of her eyes, and he was happy.
“I’m sorry,” he said, stepping closer to her. “I won’t do it again.”
“Yeah,” she answered, tilting her head back to make it easy for him to kiss her. Her lips were flushed with color. “’s rude to kiss someone without asking first.”
“That’s me,” he said, leaning down so his lips just brushed hers as he spoke. “Rude.”
“Rude, and not gin-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence with him kissing her like that.
They never did make it to the forests of Momtabu.
Pairing: 10/Rose
Category: Humor, Fluff, Romance, with just a dash of whump ;)
Rating: Teen
“I know there’s another wardrobe somewhere in this wing,” the Doctor said, leading Rose by the hand through the halls of the TARDIS.
They were on the planet Momtabu, where there was a rainforest that took up an entire continent. It was positively choked with colorful, fascinating species that Rose needed to see before they went anywhere else. The only problem was that Momtabu was a planet with one religion, and that religion demanded strict practical observance even from tourists. Which meant that before they stepped out of the TARDIS, the Doctor needed to be wearing a black Sherwani jacket and thick black wool trousers (which, in a rainforest climate, was going to be like wearing a yak), and Rose needed to be wearing a burqa, the poor girl. He had given Rose multiple reassurances that the beauty of the place far outweighed the suffering inflicted by the dress code, and they had spent the last hour searching for the burqa.
He opened the door to a room at the end of the hall and discovered a sloppy mish-mosh of clothing and artifacts that he desperately needed to take an afternoon to tidy one of these days. He turned on the lights and they stepped over the piles of clothes and overflowing boxes and began their search anew. He found a Mr. T doll that called him a fool when he pulled its string, a burlap bag full of spatulas (because that made sense), and a rumpled, hand-painted silk kimono. His thoughts drifted to visions of Geisha Rose and GI Doctor in a storm-swept, postwar Tokyo flat. A tea ceremony. Bowls of green tea spilling, untouched, as he took her in his arms and…
“En Garde!” Rose cried, swinging a sword at the Doctor’s head. He yelped and dove out of the way, his Gallifreyan reflexes saving him from losing part of his ear. She was laughing. Laughing!
“Oi! That’s real, you know!” he snapped, smoothing his suit. “It’s very, very sharp.” He wasn’t going to tell her he had once used that particular sword to relieve a creature of its head in a trial by combat.
“Is it?” she asked, sliding the tip of her thumb down the edge of the blade. She cried out and the sword clattered to the ground.
“Oh you didn’t,” he cried, snatching her hand to examine the wound. “Why would you do that?” There was no blood, no opening in the skin, and she was laughing at him. He kept hold of her hand a moment longer than he should have.
“Bit jumpy today, aren’t you?” she asked with a teasing grin.
He frowned as he picked up the sword. “You’re a bit spazzy today.”
“I like that word – spazzy – did you just make that up?” She slid her fingers under his tie and pulled it out from under his jacket. Warning bells went off in his mind and he opted for clever misdirection rather than succumbing to desire.
“Your form is appalling,” he said, handing her the sword. “Would you like me to teach you?”
She shrugged. “Might come in handy some day, eh?”
The forests of Momtabu could wait. He forced the lingering image of Rose as a Geisha (Down boy!) out of his head and led her out of the storage room to the sparring room opposite the sauna. He took off his trainers and stripped down to his t-shirt and stretched his hand out to Rose, palm up, and waved his fingers to beckon her closer, waggling his eyebrows.
“Step into my dojo,” he said.
She paused at the mat and bowed. “Thank you, sensei.”
She kicked off her shoes and bounced on the mat while he searched the equipment lockers for a padded sword and shield. He tossed her the shield and ran through an elegant Kendo kata he’d learned from a Samurai in twelfth-century Japan, purely to impress her. Based on the slightly open-mouthed smile on her face, it had worked. Of course, all the Japanese imagery had done nothing to stop Geisha Rose from running through his every thought. Offering him a steaming bowl of tea, standing beneath a cherry tree as blossoms rained down on her, swirling in the tea, caught in her soft blonde hair. Let me help you with those…
She poked him in the stomach with the sword. “Hello? TARDIS to Doctor?” she said.
“Yes, of course,” he said, taking up the shield. “Now, swing at me.”
She did. She popped him squarely in the open eye. Just desserts for being distracted. The world went awash in black sparkles and his eye streamed tears. In his mind, Geisha Rose was giggling at him from behind the demure hand she’d raised to cover her mouth. Rose herself was sounding entirely too much like her mother as she panicked.
“Can you see? I’m so sorry! Are you blind? I…why did you let me hit you, you twit? How many fingers am I holding up?” she cried, shaking three fingers at him.
“Three,” he answered with a laugh. “I’m all right.”
She put her hand on his cheek and traced her fingertip so softly across his eyelid. The delicacy of her touch made him lose his breath.
“You’re going to have a shiner,” she whispered.
“So worth it,” he whispered back, turning his face in towards her hand to kiss her palm.
“You just kissed my hand,” she said, studying her palm as she drew it back from him. When she looked up into his eyes, he forgot about Momtabu and geishas and preorbital hematomas. In that moment, he wasn’t burning at the center of time, couldn’t feel the turn of the universe; he was falling into the unfathomable beauty of her eyes, and he was happy.
“I’m sorry,” he said, stepping closer to her. “I won’t do it again.”
“Yeah,” she answered, tilting her head back to make it easy for him to kiss her. Her lips were flushed with color. “’s rude to kiss someone without asking first.”
“That’s me,” he said, leaning down so his lips just brushed hers as he spoke. “Rude.”
“Rude, and not gin-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence with him kissing her like that.
They never did make it to the forests of Momtabu.
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Date: 2011-09-03 02:05 am (UTC)Btw, you just inspired me to write a Rose!Geisha/Doctor!GI fic, yes, yes you did!
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Date: 2011-09-03 12:07 pm (UTC)Great job!
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Date: 2011-09-30 03:05 am (UTC)of course, now, my mind is full of Geisha Rose and GI Doctor. Good thing I have a supply of batteries, lol
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