by Red Wolf"Oi!" The Doctor rubbed his head and retrieved the flashlight. He thought she might have dropped it in retaliation for the loose panel, but when he levered himself up to floor level, he found her dead to the world.
Smiling as he watched her sleep, the Doctor suddenly swore to himself as he realised she was starting to drool. Saliva and TARDIS innards, did not a good combination make.
"Let's get you back to bed." Scooped her into his arms, Rose curled tight in his embrace. It would have found it quiet endearing, if she wasn't drooling down his neck.
Word of the Day 100 — challenge: retaliation
Published Babble Horde — 18.06.2005
Published Word of the Day 100 — 18.06.2005
Published A Teaspoon and an Open Mind — 18.06.2005
Published fanfiction.net — 18.06.2005
doctor who | fan fiction | fiction | ninth doctor | quiescence | rose tyler
Sleep drool has its dangers. Especially when friends take incriminating photos — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 11.07.2005 12:26 AEST | 
::giggles:: I can just imagine what scene looks like in my head. Great job! — via LiveJournal
— posted by Chessie at 11.07.2005 12:33 AEST |
Very cute little story/collection of drabbles! — via A Teaspoon and an Open Mind
— posted by Morgaine at 11.07.2005 12:37 AEST |
ermhrm interesting its like a story in parts — via fanfiction.net
— posted by Emma Sheard at 11.07.2005 12:41 AEST |
::giggle:: — very nice. Indeed — drool can be evil... — via LiveJournal
— posted by Elen Ancalima at 11.07.2005 15:21 AEST |
It's not one of the most endearing aspects of sleeping in public spots — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 11.07.2005 15:22 AEST |
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