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Out of Touch (aka Don't Shag or Die) by fid_gin (R)
Fandom: DOCTOR WHO
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: 3,819
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Master Fic List
Why this must be read:
Because this author turns the Fuck-or-Die cliche on its head and come up with this hot, and funny, yet somehow wonderfully sweet one-shot. I loved how frustrated Rose and the Doctor were at not being able to touch one another, it's something that is very central to their relationship and their sadness of not being able to hug or hold hands (at least for a little while) is very well done.
"So explain it to me again," she said as he let fall a drop of his blood from the syringe onto a glass slide, then pushed the slide under an advanced piece of equipment which was recognizable as a microscope of some sort. "What did they inject you with?"
"Deterrent." His eye hovered over the eyepiece of the microscope, his toes tapping the floor of the TARDIS laboratory anxiously.
"Deterrent to what?" Rose asked, thinking back to the planet they'd just escaped from. They'd hardly been there fifteen minutes before the Doctor had been hauled away by armed (or should that be 'tentacled', she wondered?) guards. As Rose had watched in horror, the unnamed creatures had inserted a long needle into the Doctor's arm, all the while gesturing toward herself and angrily pointing at the pages of a large, seemingly sacred, pop-up book. They'd made their escape after Rose had managed to grab the book and threaten it with a tube of mascara, and the Doctor had seemed all right as they'd quickly made their way back to the TARDIS, but she had noticed that the entire time they were sprinting back to the ship he'd not touched her, had not taken her hand.
"Sexual deterrent," he answered her now, still not looking up, adjusting the magnification.
"What?"
"They saw you kiss me after we landed, identified me as male and injected me with a sexual deterrent to inhibit the mating process."
"Why the hell would they do that?"
"Because they're prudes, Rose. Stuffy old technologically advanced prudes. Aha!" He wiggled in his seat, again fiddling with the one of the many dials on the side of the microscope. "Oh that is brilliant. Twisted, yes, a bit distressing without a doubt, but still it must be said..."
Out of Touch (aka Don't Shag or Die)
Pairing: Doctor/Rose
Length: 3,819
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Master Fic List
Why this must be read:
Because this author turns the Fuck-or-Die cliche on its head and come up with this hot, and funny, yet somehow wonderfully sweet one-shot. I loved how frustrated Rose and the Doctor were at not being able to touch one another, it's something that is very central to their relationship and their sadness of not being able to hug or hold hands (at least for a little while) is very well done.
"So explain it to me again," she said as he let fall a drop of his blood from the syringe onto a glass slide, then pushed the slide under an advanced piece of equipment which was recognizable as a microscope of some sort. "What did they inject you with?"
"Deterrent." His eye hovered over the eyepiece of the microscope, his toes tapping the floor of the TARDIS laboratory anxiously.
"Deterrent to what?" Rose asked, thinking back to the planet they'd just escaped from. They'd hardly been there fifteen minutes before the Doctor had been hauled away by armed (or should that be 'tentacled', she wondered?) guards. As Rose had watched in horror, the unnamed creatures had inserted a long needle into the Doctor's arm, all the while gesturing toward herself and angrily pointing at the pages of a large, seemingly sacred, pop-up book. They'd made their escape after Rose had managed to grab the book and threaten it with a tube of mascara, and the Doctor had seemed all right as they'd quickly made their way back to the TARDIS, but she had noticed that the entire time they were sprinting back to the ship he'd not touched her, had not taken her hand.
"Sexual deterrent," he answered her now, still not looking up, adjusting the magnification.
"What?"
"They saw you kiss me after we landed, identified me as male and injected me with a sexual deterrent to inhibit the mating process."
"Why the hell would they do that?"
"Because they're prudes, Rose. Stuffy old technologically advanced prudes. Aha!" He wiggled in his seat, again fiddling with the one of the many dials on the side of the microscope. "Oh that is brilliant. Twisted, yes, a bit distressing without a doubt, but still it must be said..."
Out of Touch (aka Don't Shag or Die)