”But how am I supposed to get experience if I don’t get out there?”
“Have you ever figured ‘Torchwood experience’ isn’t the best kind out there?”
Liszt - Paganini Etude No. 3: La Campanella
Doctor Who AU - Pete’s World - An Adventure in Parenting
The Dalek Invasion Of Earth (1964)
Rose catches her Human Doctor doing some reading one morning
You need a good death. Without death, there’d only be comedies. Dying gives us size.
"Oh, for god’s sake!"
"Well when was the last time you slept, exactly?”
“I probably should have mentioned it’s my own name I can’t remember. So, ehm— that being said…
Could’ve been a day or two. I haven’t the foggiest.”
“Y’know, it’s when I start forgetting names that I think,
'Hm. Maybe getting some shut-eye wouldn’t be such a bad idea…’”
DW Meme - Tenth Doctor + Colors
Rose stood in the kitchen, furiously texting back one of her mates. She had just invited her to go out to the pub with her. After the past stressful week at Torchwood, she needed a bit of fun. Rose bite her nip nervously, remembering she had to ask the Doctor. Maybe he would come?
It had been a few months since they have settled into this Universe, but it was still a bit odd. Rose was still adjusting to the half-human, half Time Lord. She was still working out their complexities as a couple and the most intimate they have been so far was some late night cuddling. Maybe tonight after a drink or two it would warm them up some more. Rose flashed her typical grin and sought out the Doctor.
"Doctor?" she called out in the flat.
It was within the very second he heard his name that the Doctor poked his head out from the threshold of the bathroom door, eyes wide and lips curved into a (slightly wavering) grin. Typically, of course, this sort of response might have indicated that he had previously been up to something, and was only now scrambling to cover up any traces left behind.
Which wasn’t the case. Not at all.
Well— not if all his attempts to improve upon the unbroken sink tap and promptly breaking it counted as him being ‘up to something’.
“Hi,” he lilted back, mindlessly drying his hands with the wash rag in his grasp as he wandered toward her. “Sorry. Tinkering. Got a bit, ah—” He paused, nose scrunching, “—carried away. Did you need something?”