Running with the Doctor; this was it, this was the best time of Rose’s life. Running and laughing and never looking back, always heading toward something wonderful and fantastic. It, without a doubt, beat life in London working in a shop. Oh, Rose loved her mum, cared for Mickey, but the Doctor…the Doctor had the stars in his veins. He was amazing and exciting and he showed her more than just history and bitchy trampolines—he showed her that she was amazing too. Rose loved that.
“Don’t you ever change clothes?” she asked, stuffing yesterday’s shirt into her bag. The TARDIS was beginning to look a bit like her room at home; clothes draped over the railings, bits of home strewn here and there to ‘give the place a more homey look’. Every so often they’d swing by the Powell Estate to do a wash, check in and all that, but it was always off to time and space immediately after. ”I swear, you must keep spare shirts in your room, because I’ve looked through the wardrobe…”
Rose flashed the Doctor a bright smile, really just taking the mickey rather than expressing actual concern or dislike. The Doctor’s fashion had really started to grow on her and she couldn’t imagine him in anything else.
“So where’re we off to today?” she asked, moving a bit closer to him on pretense of checking out the console. Not that she could understand the various levers and buttons. ”Ancient Egypt? A Dalek spaceship? Raxa…Raxaca…no, wait.” Rose screwed her face up, searching for the word in her memory. ”Raxacoricofallapatorius!” She gave a laugh. ”I got it right, didn’t I!”
Rose was simply.. perfect. The funny man couldn’t really express his feelings towards her properly because after losing so many people towards the years, it was even difficult to the Doctor to open himself completely, specially using words, even though, her presence surely made everything special. She /was/ special.
"I am not human, remember? I don’t have the same needs as you do, though I fancy a good shower inside of the TARDIS sometimes. "Smiled. "Why? Are my clothes ugly or oldfashioned? People use leather jackets since the 40th’s! You should have see me back then" Grinned.
"And well.." He started to movement the ship’s controls. "I want to visit a Friend, I wonder if he is still around, a complete surprise. Surprises are fantastic, don’t you think?" Smiled again as he turned the buttons on and then came the common turbulence that lasted for a couple of minutes.
"There we are! Planet Vulcan!"
Me as one of the wizards from Magicka.
Taken on last Saturday, at Shinobi Spirit
“I win, you lose. So what? It’s what you do with the experience that counts!” - Ryo Sakazaki
“Yes it is. Since Carolyn isn’t here with us, I managed to book a better hotel. It’s the Copacabana Palace one.. I heard that many local telly stars go there once in a while, fancy isn’t it?” Smirked, letting out a small yawn.
“Well we just get there and sleep, simply like that. I need to rest this old grumpy body of mine someday..”
Martin was astonished, not at all accustomed to such a nice hotel. ”Are you just taking the piss again? Because if we arrive in Rio and it turns out our hotel is some little hole in the wall…”
He trailed off as he got a look at Douglas’ face, seeing that he looked quite earnest. ”How on earth can you afford it? Are you using the company card? Carolyn couldn’t have cleared that!”
"No, I am bloody serious, Martin" Smirked. "I wouldn’t lie like that. I mean.. I do lie like that, but today I am being serious." Licked his lip. "How I afforded it doesn’t matter." Gave him a dismissing gesture. "Will you enjoy the stay or will be complaining over and over again? God, You’re definitely not happy, never. Nothing can please you"
“You sure?” He asked, really concerned, since he seemed quite pale. “Didn’t you dirty your trousers again, did you?” Sighed. “Well..” He looked straight again, the tropical city was starting to be visible, they were getting there. The ‘Cristo Redentor’ and the ‘Pão de Açucar ‘could be completely visible. “Isn’t it beautiful? I like this city.. It would be hot outside, though.”
“Yes, I’m sure, I’m fine. That’s enough.” Martin was hardly thinking about how lovely the city was and he definitely wasn’t worried about the heat. Douglas wasn’t the sight-seeing type anyway. They’d get into their hotel and Douglas would probably try to find the best place to eat.
“Where are we staying? Is it nice enough? I hope it has a good bed…”
"Yes it is. Since Carolyn isn’t here with us, I managed to book a better hotel. It’s the Copacabana Palace one.. I heard that many local telly stars go there once in a while, fancy isn’t it?" Smirked, letting out a small yawn.
"Well we just get there and sleep, simply like that. I need to rest this old grumpy body of mine someday.."
When Martin entered the flight deck again, Douglas knew since from the beginning that the pilot was crying. That made him rather confused, but he said nothing, just got another chocolate and ate it. He would need to have a very serious chat with Martin as they reached Brazil. At least he managed to book them all on Copacabana Hotel, in a quite nice location, there they would have a proper chat. Arthur wouldn’t be a problem for them, he would manage to find him busy somehow.
‘Are you alright?”
“Of course, Douglas.” His usual would-be superior tone was gone, replaced with a rather frail sounding attempt at being the commander. Why was he such an idiot? Why was he so cursed? And now Douglas found him attractive but would never love him and treat him the way Martin wanted to be treated. If anything it would be a quick shag and return to work.
“I must have eaten something funny earlier…”
"You sure?" He asked, really concerned, since he seemed quite pale. "Didn’t you dirty your trousers again, did you?" Sighed. "Well.." He looked straight again, the tropical city was starting to be visible, they were getting there. The ‘Cristo Redentor’ and the ‘Pão de Açucar ‘could be completely visible. "Isn’t it beautiful? I like this city.. It would be hot outside, though."