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heroescutiesTitle: Conversationally Speaking
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,732
Pairings: Doctor/Rose, Mickey/Jake
Summary: He'd never admit it, definitely not to himself and most definitely not to Rose, but the idea that Mickey the Idiot was perhaps giving someone a better show of Valentine's than he was was just a bit irksome to him.
Notes: Set during Series Two. Takes place post-"Age of Steel" and pre-"Love and Monsters"
He knew that sigh. Oh how he knew that sigh. In fact, he had been expecting it ever since he heard the cell phone ring.
"Oh I know that sound," he jested, looking up from the console of the TARDIS, "The delightful sound of homesickness and domesticallity."
"Oh hush up, will ya?" The blonde shot back, "It was just Mum."
"Jackie?" The Doctor started, momentarily hoping that it was nothing serious that would require them going back to her time to save it from aliens. Again. "What'd she call for?"
"Wishing Happy Valentine's."
He quirked an eyebrow at that. "Now what's so bad about that?"
"Well I was going to call Mickey, but..."
Ah yes, he thought to himself, Mickey the not-so-idiot, now stuck far away in a parallel world. That would explain Rose's melancholy sighs perfectly. And the way she looked at her cell with that sadness in her eyes. She'd had to get another one, Mickey off saving his world from Cybermen with Rose's old phone.
"Let me guess," the Doctor began, in hopes to raise her spirits, "Last minute cheap candies and a rumpled bouquet of flowers? That seems his style."
Rose laughed, a smile creeping back onto her face, "That's Mickey all right."
He turned to another part of the console, "Well if it'll ease your troubles, someone else is probably suffering Mickey's last minute gift this time instead of you."
Her eyes lit up at that, obviously wondering what information the Doctor was keeping privy. "What?"
"I said Mickey's got..."
Rose rounded the console, "I heard that. I'm asking whatcha mean by it."
"Oh," he punctuated, his eyebrows raised, "You didn't notice."
It wasn't a question. Oh no, the Doctor was enjoying the fact he clearly knew something about Mickey that Rose didn't.
"Obviously not. Now give it up, what's this about?"
"At least, I would figure by now that it'll have happened. What with their genetics being the same and I highly doubt a change from an R to an M will alter that part of him, so it's really just a matter of time until..."
"What are you on about?" Rose cut him off.
The Doctor froze mid-sentence and turned to her, "You really didn't notice?"
"Notice what?"
He sighed, "Jake and Ricky."
"What about it?"
"Oh you're thick. And here I thought it was blinking obvious. Guess not."
He rushed around the console to tinker with another bit of the TARDIS, but Rose wasn't about to give up so easily.
"No you don't. You are not getting out of this. Fess up, what's this about Jake and Ricky?"
The Doctor paused, humming to himself and obviously pondering all the various ways he could put this to her. After a moment, he smiled and casually went back to tinkering.
"Dance partners."
Rose stared at him, part of her hoping that he wasn't meaning dance in that manner of terms and part of her thinking that it explained a lot.
"You mean," she started slowly; "they were together?"
"Give the girl a star!"
"Oh come off it. But Mickey, he's...he's..."
"He's Ricky, with a different life and name; but same genetics."
Rose shook her head as she sat down on the floor, "So you're telling me, Mickey's treating Jake to the same sort of pathetic attempt at Valentine's he always got me and I'm stuck here being the only one not celebrating anything?"
And unreadable expression crossed the Doctor's face before he started rushing about the console flipping switches.
"Doctor?"
"Where'd you like to go?" he asked, grinning down at her on the floor.
Rose shrugged, "We do this everyday."
He hastily dropped the toggle he held and sighed. This was going to be one of those domestic things that he'd rather not venture into. Setting the brake on the TARDIS, he sat down next to Rose.
Turning to her, he smiled, "Suppose you're right. Nothing special about it if it's routine. Plus our luck, we'd get ourselves into some sort of mess again."
Rose laughed at that, "As if we do anything but get in and out of messes."
"So?" he queried, hoping Rose would give him any sort of hint. He'd never admit it, definitely not to himself and most definitely not to Rose, but the idea that Mickey the Idiot was perhaps giving someone a better show of Valentine's than he was was just a bit irksome to him.
Rose leaned her head over on his shoulder, "Let's just stay here, yeah?"
"In the TARDIS?" he asked, clearly baffled that she seemed content with that idea.
"I suppose I could ask you to take me to some romantic place in the universe but..." she paused, her eyes flickering up to his, "I guess it's more of 'it's the person who counts' rather than the place."
His features softened at that, a gentle smile on his face. Shifting a bit, he put an arm around Rose's shoulders as the TARDIS hummed below them. Just as Rose settled against his side, the Doctor jumped up with a mad grin on his face.
"Wait right here, Rose."
And before she could say a single word, he'd dashed off into the depths of the TARDIS. Rose could hear rummaging off somewhere in the strange Time Lord ship, but as to where it was coming from it was hard to tell. Finally, she heard a loud "Aha! Found it!" echoing from above. Moments later the Doctor plopped back down beside her, grinning eagerly as he thrust a small red box into her hands.
"What's this?"
His smile grew, "Oh just a little something..."
Rose looked at him, trying to gauge just what sort of surprise she was in for. Finally, her curiosity got the best of her and she opened the lid.
"You've got to be kidding me," she murmured, "How old are these?"
"Not old," he replied with a grin, "They're from the year 4,675."
She looked at him skeptically, "You're telling me in the year 4,675 they still have conversation hearts?"
He shrugged, still grinning, "Of course. You humans could never get over that chalky taste."
Rose started laughing to herself at that, delicately reaching out to pick up one of the small candies.
"Ur a Star," A robotic female voice seemed to speak from nowhere and Rose almost dropped the small pink heart.
"It...talks."
The Doctor smirked, "I know. Aren't they fantastic? Go on now, have at it."
Tossing the heart into her mouth, she was met with the same familiar taste she'd known for years. She turned beside her to see the Doctor picking up the box and taking out one for himself.
"Ur a 10," A robotic male voice echoed as the Doctor popped it into his mouth. Around crunches, he mumbled, "Knows me quite well, dontcha think?"
Rose laughed, leaning up against him as she took another from the box.
"Hot Stuff," the voice resounded, and both her and the Doctor burst into giggles.
They sat there for hours; taking turns picking up hearts and laughing at the more ridiculous phrases. At one point, Rose selected one simply stating "Beam Me" and the Doctor started off on a tangent about how in that time period they had beam transport.
"Like on Star Trek?" Rose had asked.
The Doctor insisted for quite awhile that it was much more complex than the version on Star Trek, but finally relented that the base concept was the same.
As they neared the bottom of the box, Rose smiled to herself as she noticed their surroundings. They were seated at the base of the TARDIS console, and what had started as an innocent lean towards the other to reach the candy had turned into a comfortable lack of space between them as Rose was pressed up against the Doctor's side.
Turning towards the Doctor, she just stared.
"What?" he mumbled around a mouthful of hearts that were all echoing out their robotic sounds at the same time.
"While I'm rather used to sitting at home and getting a cheap box of chocolates and a tattered flower or two, I'll have to admit- this was a pretty great Valentine's. So..."
She sorted around amongst the remaining candies before choosing one.
"Thank You," the robotic voice sounded as Rose smiled at him.
The Doctor held up a finger, rummaged through the candies himself and emerged triumphant as a "Ur Welcome," echoed from his candy.
And so the conversation via hearts began. Rose selecting a "Ur Nice" and the Doctor replying with a "How Nice."
"Bad Boy," Rose had countered. The Doctor just grinned, selecting an "I'm Sure" in return.
"Be Good."
"I Will."
As the box got closer and closer to being empty, they both scrambled to grab the last ones. Finally, their fingers secured the last two hearts- the two sayings resonating like a double gunshot throughout the control room.
"Kiss Me" the male voice said only seconds before the female voice announced, "Let's Kiss."
The two froze, dropping their candy as if it was poison. Of course, in their scramble to get the last hearts from the box, they'd gotten even closer and therefore it made the whole situation turn rather awkward.
Before either one could speak or move away, the TARDIS took it upon itself to hit a bump in the time vortex they were parked in. Rose found herself toppled forward as the Doctor fell towards her. In the middle of the confusion, their lips met.
The Doctor pulled away and glared up at the console, "I can do some things for myself, thank you very much!"
And before Rose could ask why he was yelling at the TARDIS, she felt him gently press a kiss to her lips. Rose smiled and kissed him back.
"There," he remarked, trying to act casual as he smiled nervously at her. "Happy Valentine's."
Rose lit up, reaching over and clasping his hand tightly.
"Same to you, Doctor."
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In the parallel world, Jake sat in the back of the old blue van wrapping a wound on his hand as the Cybus Industries factory burned on the horizon behind him.
"Hey," a familiar voice called out. Jake looked up to see Mickey standing outside the back doors to the van. "Happy Valentine's."
Mickey held up a slightly singed and battered handful of flowers and a crushed box of chocolates sheepishly.
"You're kidding me," Jake muttered.
"What?"
"We just fought off who knows how many bloody Cybermen and you're out getting me presents."
Mickey looked down at his usual selection of Valentine's gifts and shrugged.
"It's the thought that counts?"
"Or you waited until the last minute to buy something, you git," Jake remarked playfully, as he reached out and helped pull Mickey into the van.
"As I said, it's the thought that counts."
"Weak defense, mate. Do better next year."
Mickey sighed in defeat.
"At least I didn't get you something lame like conversation hearts."
Jake smirked, "Point taken."
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Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,732
Pairings: Doctor/Rose, Mickey/Jake
Summary: He'd never admit it, definitely not to himself and most definitely not to Rose, but the idea that Mickey the Idiot was perhaps giving someone a better show of Valentine's than he was was just a bit irksome to him.
Notes: Set during Series Two. Takes place post-"Age of Steel" and pre-"Love and Monsters"
He knew that sigh. Oh how he knew that sigh. In fact, he had been expecting it ever since he heard the cell phone ring.
"Oh I know that sound," he jested, looking up from the console of the TARDIS, "The delightful sound of homesickness and domesticallity."
"Oh hush up, will ya?" The blonde shot back, "It was just Mum."
"Jackie?" The Doctor started, momentarily hoping that it was nothing serious that would require them going back to her time to save it from aliens. Again. "What'd she call for?"
"Wishing Happy Valentine's."
He quirked an eyebrow at that. "Now what's so bad about that?"
"Well I was going to call Mickey, but..."
Ah yes, he thought to himself, Mickey the not-so-idiot, now stuck far away in a parallel world. That would explain Rose's melancholy sighs perfectly. And the way she looked at her cell with that sadness in her eyes. She'd had to get another one, Mickey off saving his world from Cybermen with Rose's old phone.
"Let me guess," the Doctor began, in hopes to raise her spirits, "Last minute cheap candies and a rumpled bouquet of flowers? That seems his style."
Rose laughed, a smile creeping back onto her face, "That's Mickey all right."
He turned to another part of the console, "Well if it'll ease your troubles, someone else is probably suffering Mickey's last minute gift this time instead of you."
Her eyes lit up at that, obviously wondering what information the Doctor was keeping privy. "What?"
"I said Mickey's got..."
Rose rounded the console, "I heard that. I'm asking whatcha mean by it."
"Oh," he punctuated, his eyebrows raised, "You didn't notice."
It wasn't a question. Oh no, the Doctor was enjoying the fact he clearly knew something about Mickey that Rose didn't.
"Obviously not. Now give it up, what's this about?"
"At least, I would figure by now that it'll have happened. What with their genetics being the same and I highly doubt a change from an R to an M will alter that part of him, so it's really just a matter of time until..."
"What are you on about?" Rose cut him off.
The Doctor froze mid-sentence and turned to her, "You really didn't notice?"
"Notice what?"
He sighed, "Jake and Ricky."
"What about it?"
"Oh you're thick. And here I thought it was blinking obvious. Guess not."
He rushed around the console to tinker with another bit of the TARDIS, but Rose wasn't about to give up so easily.
"No you don't. You are not getting out of this. Fess up, what's this about Jake and Ricky?"
The Doctor paused, humming to himself and obviously pondering all the various ways he could put this to her. After a moment, he smiled and casually went back to tinkering.
"Dance partners."
Rose stared at him, part of her hoping that he wasn't meaning dance in that manner of terms and part of her thinking that it explained a lot.
"You mean," she started slowly; "they were together?"
"Give the girl a star!"
"Oh come off it. But Mickey, he's...he's..."
"He's Ricky, with a different life and name; but same genetics."
Rose shook her head as she sat down on the floor, "So you're telling me, Mickey's treating Jake to the same sort of pathetic attempt at Valentine's he always got me and I'm stuck here being the only one not celebrating anything?"
And unreadable expression crossed the Doctor's face before he started rushing about the console flipping switches.
"Doctor?"
"Where'd you like to go?" he asked, grinning down at her on the floor.
Rose shrugged, "We do this everyday."
He hastily dropped the toggle he held and sighed. This was going to be one of those domestic things that he'd rather not venture into. Setting the brake on the TARDIS, he sat down next to Rose.
Turning to her, he smiled, "Suppose you're right. Nothing special about it if it's routine. Plus our luck, we'd get ourselves into some sort of mess again."
Rose laughed at that, "As if we do anything but get in and out of messes."
"So?" he queried, hoping Rose would give him any sort of hint. He'd never admit it, definitely not to himself and most definitely not to Rose, but the idea that Mickey the Idiot was perhaps giving someone a better show of Valentine's than he was was just a bit irksome to him.
Rose leaned her head over on his shoulder, "Let's just stay here, yeah?"
"In the TARDIS?" he asked, clearly baffled that she seemed content with that idea.
"I suppose I could ask you to take me to some romantic place in the universe but..." she paused, her eyes flickering up to his, "I guess it's more of 'it's the person who counts' rather than the place."
His features softened at that, a gentle smile on his face. Shifting a bit, he put an arm around Rose's shoulders as the TARDIS hummed below them. Just as Rose settled against his side, the Doctor jumped up with a mad grin on his face.
"Wait right here, Rose."
And before she could say a single word, he'd dashed off into the depths of the TARDIS. Rose could hear rummaging off somewhere in the strange Time Lord ship, but as to where it was coming from it was hard to tell. Finally, she heard a loud "Aha! Found it!" echoing from above. Moments later the Doctor plopped back down beside her, grinning eagerly as he thrust a small red box into her hands.
"What's this?"
His smile grew, "Oh just a little something..."
Rose looked at him, trying to gauge just what sort of surprise she was in for. Finally, her curiosity got the best of her and she opened the lid.
"You've got to be kidding me," she murmured, "How old are these?"
"Not old," he replied with a grin, "They're from the year 4,675."
She looked at him skeptically, "You're telling me in the year 4,675 they still have conversation hearts?"
He shrugged, still grinning, "Of course. You humans could never get over that chalky taste."
Rose started laughing to herself at that, delicately reaching out to pick up one of the small candies.
"Ur a Star," A robotic female voice seemed to speak from nowhere and Rose almost dropped the small pink heart.
"It...talks."
The Doctor smirked, "I know. Aren't they fantastic? Go on now, have at it."
Tossing the heart into her mouth, she was met with the same familiar taste she'd known for years. She turned beside her to see the Doctor picking up the box and taking out one for himself.
"Ur a 10," A robotic male voice echoed as the Doctor popped it into his mouth. Around crunches, he mumbled, "Knows me quite well, dontcha think?"
Rose laughed, leaning up against him as she took another from the box.
"Hot Stuff," the voice resounded, and both her and the Doctor burst into giggles.
They sat there for hours; taking turns picking up hearts and laughing at the more ridiculous phrases. At one point, Rose selected one simply stating "Beam Me" and the Doctor started off on a tangent about how in that time period they had beam transport.
"Like on Star Trek?" Rose had asked.
The Doctor insisted for quite awhile that it was much more complex than the version on Star Trek, but finally relented that the base concept was the same.
As they neared the bottom of the box, Rose smiled to herself as she noticed their surroundings. They were seated at the base of the TARDIS console, and what had started as an innocent lean towards the other to reach the candy had turned into a comfortable lack of space between them as Rose was pressed up against the Doctor's side.
Turning towards the Doctor, she just stared.
"What?" he mumbled around a mouthful of hearts that were all echoing out their robotic sounds at the same time.
"While I'm rather used to sitting at home and getting a cheap box of chocolates and a tattered flower or two, I'll have to admit- this was a pretty great Valentine's. So..."
She sorted around amongst the remaining candies before choosing one.
"Thank You," the robotic voice sounded as Rose smiled at him.
The Doctor held up a finger, rummaged through the candies himself and emerged triumphant as a "Ur Welcome," echoed from his candy.
And so the conversation via hearts began. Rose selecting a "Ur Nice" and the Doctor replying with a "How Nice."
"Bad Boy," Rose had countered. The Doctor just grinned, selecting an "I'm Sure" in return.
"Be Good."
"I Will."
As the box got closer and closer to being empty, they both scrambled to grab the last ones. Finally, their fingers secured the last two hearts- the two sayings resonating like a double gunshot throughout the control room.
"Kiss Me" the male voice said only seconds before the female voice announced, "Let's Kiss."
The two froze, dropping their candy as if it was poison. Of course, in their scramble to get the last hearts from the box, they'd gotten even closer and therefore it made the whole situation turn rather awkward.
Before either one could speak or move away, the TARDIS took it upon itself to hit a bump in the time vortex they were parked in. Rose found herself toppled forward as the Doctor fell towards her. In the middle of the confusion, their lips met.
The Doctor pulled away and glared up at the console, "I can do some things for myself, thank you very much!"
And before Rose could ask why he was yelling at the TARDIS, she felt him gently press a kiss to her lips. Rose smiled and kissed him back.
"There," he remarked, trying to act casual as he smiled nervously at her. "Happy Valentine's."
Rose lit up, reaching over and clasping his hand tightly.
"Same to you, Doctor."
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In the parallel world, Jake sat in the back of the old blue van wrapping a wound on his hand as the Cybus Industries factory burned on the horizon behind him.
"Hey," a familiar voice called out. Jake looked up to see Mickey standing outside the back doors to the van. "Happy Valentine's."
Mickey held up a slightly singed and battered handful of flowers and a crushed box of chocolates sheepishly.
"You're kidding me," Jake muttered.
"What?"
"We just fought off who knows how many bloody Cybermen and you're out getting me presents."
Mickey looked down at his usual selection of Valentine's gifts and shrugged.
"It's the thought that counts?"
"Or you waited until the last minute to buy something, you git," Jake remarked playfully, as he reached out and helped pull Mickey into the van.
"As I said, it's the thought that counts."
"Weak defense, mate. Do better next year."
Mickey sighed in defeat.
"At least I didn't get you something lame like conversation hearts."
Jake smirked, "Point taken."
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