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Entry tags:
Typical by goldy_dollar and mrv3000 (PG)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Human!Doctor/Rose
Length: 3,026
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] | Fanfic by Michelle V.
Why this must be read:
Because this is exactly the kind of situation that the Doctor and Rose would get themselves into. Only Rose would ever accidentally get engaged to some random alien trying to invade Earth, and only the Doctor would come up with the brilliant idea of getting married themselves in order to preempt the engagement. This story is just so ridiculously adorable, and it's certainly a unique take on the post-Journey's End Doctor/Rose wedding fic.
It was times like this that she wished she had Shareen in this world or at least some close girlfriends she could ring up: "'Lo, Shareen. Glad you're doing well. Listen, you know how I've got that job protecting Earth from aliens? Yeah, we struck a peace deal today with an alien civilization. Brilliant, right? Problem was, they didn't exactly speak English. We didn't realize 'till later, but I think I might have ended up engaged to one of them. A really hairy and large bloke, too, about seven feet tall. You don't think the Doctor will be upset, do you? No, I haven't told him yet. Oh, I'm sure he'll be happy to be in the wedding party."
Rose's head thunked down on the table as the imaginary conversation finished in her head. She supposed she could always try her mum...
She groaned and then buried her head in her arms. Yeah, she was thinking this was about the last thing she wanted to talk to her mum about.
"ROSE?" The door to the flat burst open with the sound of the Doctor's voice. "Are you here? You're never going to believe this!"
Trainers thumped around the corner to where she was dripping.
"There you are! Guess what? I just listened in on an alien conversation! I know, I know. Eavesdropping, right? Well there weren't any eaves and it's not like they were on a secured channel. They're on Earth! And they're going to throw a huge party to celebrate a wedding! Isn't that brilliant?"
Rose groaned.
"Must have been taking a tour of the galaxy and liked the look of things here. Not that I blame them. Hold on. You're wet. Why are you wet?"
Rose stared vaguely at the toaster he was carrying under his arm. Well, former toaster by the looks of it. "You're sure? The bit about the wedding, I mean. No chance you heard wrong?"
"Me? Hear wrong?" The Doctor scoffed. "Not possible. Besides, they went on for quite awhile about floral arrangements. Very particular about flowers, this lot. Anyway, I still can't help notice that you're wet. And the carpet is getting wet. Not that I really care about the carpet other than it will be squishy to walk on, and not the good kind of squishy."
Rose grunted.
"All right, too soon to talk about the wet." He scratched his chin. "I know what'll cheer you up! How about we crash this wedding? I'm pretty sure they're Yullans - sound like Yullans at any rate - which means they'll have great food."
Rose sighed and stood up. "Um," she began delicately, "about that. I dunno if crashing the wedding is really the best idea."
The Doctor looked slightly disappointed. "They are a bit on the hairy side, Yullans, I'll grant you, but listen, Rose, there are many different standards of beauty out there in the universe, and I have it on good authority that if you pull back enough hair, they even look like real--"
"It's me!" she interrupted loudly. "I'm getting married to one of them, all right?"
The Doctor's eyes widened, mouth falling open. "What?" he asked. "You're getting... what?"
"Everyone was just... talking so quickly," she said, shoulders slumping. "And then they got all excited about something and we thought, yeah, this is a good sign--we don't really want them burning all of London to the ground--and then they started thumping us all on the back and one of them hugged me and then came some sort of celebratory drenching--"
"One of them hugged you?"
"--and we didn't even realize what happened until after the deal was done when the translator finally started spitting out the treaty."
Rose hadn't seen the Doctor look this horrified since the afternoon Jackie insisted they come over for brunch every Sunday.
"Rose," he croaked, "you can't marry a Yullan."
"It's not like it was my idea!"
The Doctor's eyebrows drew together, making him look pinched and worried. "Do you have any idea how far away the Yullan's galaxy is?"
"Really far?"
"Really far," he said. "We're talking millions of light years. And... and... and anyway!" he said, voice rising to something that resembled a squeak. "You can't marry a Yullan because you and me, we... we're..." he waved a hand at her up and down, "you know."
"I KNOW!" Rose burst out. "It's not exactly on my list of priorities, yeah?"
"And the hair, Rose, think about the hair!"
"You said they were normal underneath the--"
"Yeah, well, I didn't know that you had agreed to marry one."
"I didn't agree. I--look, this isn't helping!" said Rose. She fixed him with a look. "We've just... we've got to think this through. First, we can't let London get destroyed. And secondly, I can't marry him. Right?"
"Right," the Doctor said, nodding vigorously.
"So we've just... we've got to figure something out."
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Typical
Pairing: Human!Doctor/Rose
Length: 3,026
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] | Fanfic by Michelle V.
Why this must be read:
Because this is exactly the kind of situation that the Doctor and Rose would get themselves into. Only Rose would ever accidentally get engaged to some random alien trying to invade Earth, and only the Doctor would come up with the brilliant idea of getting married themselves in order to preempt the engagement. This story is just so ridiculously adorable, and it's certainly a unique take on the post-Journey's End Doctor/Rose wedding fic.
It was times like this that she wished she had Shareen in this world or at least some close girlfriends she could ring up: "'Lo, Shareen. Glad you're doing well. Listen, you know how I've got that job protecting Earth from aliens? Yeah, we struck a peace deal today with an alien civilization. Brilliant, right? Problem was, they didn't exactly speak English. We didn't realize 'till later, but I think I might have ended up engaged to one of them. A really hairy and large bloke, too, about seven feet tall. You don't think the Doctor will be upset, do you? No, I haven't told him yet. Oh, I'm sure he'll be happy to be in the wedding party."
Rose's head thunked down on the table as the imaginary conversation finished in her head. She supposed she could always try her mum...
She groaned and then buried her head in her arms. Yeah, she was thinking this was about the last thing she wanted to talk to her mum about.
"ROSE?" The door to the flat burst open with the sound of the Doctor's voice. "Are you here? You're never going to believe this!"
Trainers thumped around the corner to where she was dripping.
"There you are! Guess what? I just listened in on an alien conversation! I know, I know. Eavesdropping, right? Well there weren't any eaves and it's not like they were on a secured channel. They're on Earth! And they're going to throw a huge party to celebrate a wedding! Isn't that brilliant?"
Rose groaned.
"Must have been taking a tour of the galaxy and liked the look of things here. Not that I blame them. Hold on. You're wet. Why are you wet?"
Rose stared vaguely at the toaster he was carrying under his arm. Well, former toaster by the looks of it. "You're sure? The bit about the wedding, I mean. No chance you heard wrong?"
"Me? Hear wrong?" The Doctor scoffed. "Not possible. Besides, they went on for quite awhile about floral arrangements. Very particular about flowers, this lot. Anyway, I still can't help notice that you're wet. And the carpet is getting wet. Not that I really care about the carpet other than it will be squishy to walk on, and not the good kind of squishy."
Rose grunted.
"All right, too soon to talk about the wet." He scratched his chin. "I know what'll cheer you up! How about we crash this wedding? I'm pretty sure they're Yullans - sound like Yullans at any rate - which means they'll have great food."
Rose sighed and stood up. "Um," she began delicately, "about that. I dunno if crashing the wedding is really the best idea."
The Doctor looked slightly disappointed. "They are a bit on the hairy side, Yullans, I'll grant you, but listen, Rose, there are many different standards of beauty out there in the universe, and I have it on good authority that if you pull back enough hair, they even look like real--"
"It's me!" she interrupted loudly. "I'm getting married to one of them, all right?"
The Doctor's eyes widened, mouth falling open. "What?" he asked. "You're getting... what?"
"Everyone was just... talking so quickly," she said, shoulders slumping. "And then they got all excited about something and we thought, yeah, this is a good sign--we don't really want them burning all of London to the ground--and then they started thumping us all on the back and one of them hugged me and then came some sort of celebratory drenching--"
"One of them hugged you?"
"--and we didn't even realize what happened until after the deal was done when the translator finally started spitting out the treaty."
Rose hadn't seen the Doctor look this horrified since the afternoon Jackie insisted they come over for brunch every Sunday.
"Rose," he croaked, "you can't marry a Yullan."
"It's not like it was my idea!"
The Doctor's eyebrows drew together, making him look pinched and worried. "Do you have any idea how far away the Yullan's galaxy is?"
"Really far?"
"Really far," he said. "We're talking millions of light years. And... and... and anyway!" he said, voice rising to something that resembled a squeak. "You can't marry a Yullan because you and me, we... we're..." he waved a hand at her up and down, "you know."
"I KNOW!" Rose burst out. "It's not exactly on my list of priorities, yeah?"
"And the hair, Rose, think about the hair!"
"You said they were normal underneath the--"
"Yeah, well, I didn't know that you had agreed to marry one."
"I didn't agree. I--look, this isn't helping!" said Rose. She fixed him with a look. "We've just... we've got to think this through. First, we can't let London get destroyed. And secondly, I can't marry him. Right?"
"Right," the Doctor said, nodding vigorously.
"So we've just... we've got to figure something out."
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Typical