Ten And Rose Oneshots

Charming Brown Or Envious Green?

Roughly, Ten shook his head. The Doctor, trying to kill a stuffed animal? How preposterous, how ridiculous, how.... 100% true. Slowly, he crept forward, tiptoeing to the Tyler (Say that ten times fast). He lightly poked her cheek, feeling giddy when he saw her grin in her sleep. He poked again, only to feel murderous when she pulled the tiger closer to her, squeezing it. Ten sneakily tugged it away from Rose, only for her to whine in her sleep and try to get it back. He jumped back when she reached out, grabbing at air.

Fortunately for Rose, the Doctor had fast reflexes; which came in handy when she fell off her bed. Faster than a Weeping Angel in the dark (Not really), he caught her before she hit the ground. He ignored his hearts as they quickened their beating pace, staring at Rose as her eyes fluttered open. As half-lidded hazel looked at charming chocolate, a grin spread across her face.

"Hello."

"Hello." He replied, grinning back.

"So? What's all this then?" She waved to their current position.

"Right, well," Ten raced through different excuses in his mind, only to find the most simple and effective one on his tongue already. "I was coming to wake you up and you were about to fall off the bed, so I caught you."

"Ooh, my hero." The tongue-between-teeth grin was back again. "S'that why Olaf's on the floor, nearly ripped up?" She raised a eyebrow. Ten cringed until he caught the name.

"Olaf? You named that thing?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, he is a white tiger and I loved the movie, so why not?" She shrugged, or least tried to in her position. "But don't go changing the topic here."

"Of course not." He nodded, not saying anything more.

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That was quite the experience. Him, jealous of an inanimate doll simply because his companion hugged it in her sleep. The masked Doctor mentally chuckled at the mere thought, until he saw that alien smile at Rose. It was even worse when she returned his smile. Thankfully, it wasn't that teasing-tongue-teeth smile. No, if it was that, he probably would've gone insane and ripped up his hair. Ahem, not that it was that frustrating for her to socialise with other men. No, no, not at all. He felt the exact same denial before, with the coat..... Why not, you can't have too much giggling, right?

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Right, so he had told Rose about the destination and hoped she would forget about that little throwing-evil-toy-across-the-room situation. She acted like she had but Rose Tyler was full of surprises. They had been talking about the planet's culture, from the Flower Year to the Butterfly Festival, which was the one they were going to. It was going to be gorgeous, he had said. But not as gorgeous as you, he had thought.

So he had shown her the clothes he had picked out, cringing ever so slightly when she squealed. For him: a purple cape with gold designs and lining, the same swirly design on his purple and gold mask, a white collar shirt, a white waistcoat and a black tailcoat (with black trousers). Think of a magician in a tuxedo. As for Rose: her bracelet from Omiqe, a matching silver arm band with a blue four point star, a silver mask with a similar sapphire in the top centre of it. The dress was stunning; sweetheart neck line, mid-thigh, midnight blue and a dim jade sash loosely tied around the waist. Think of one of the hardest things he's worked on for her.