The Northern Lights

"The Northern Lights, caused as a result of collisions between gaseous particles in the Earth's atmosphere with charged particles released from the sun's atmosphere," the Doctor said, putting on a long, multi-colored scarf. He played with it a bit before making a face and throwing it back into a pile in the wardrobe.

"And we need to be in Alaska to see them?" Rose asked as she zipped up a puffy white coat and he pulled the hood over the top of her head.

"Well, no, not really, but for the best view, Rose. Just imagine, in a couple of hours we'll be under the-- I guess it's kind of night all the time there right now, except for a few hours out of the day... But, anyway, the colors. The greens and blues and yellows all mixed together and racing across the dark sky." He put on one Converse, but she shot him a look that caused him to exchange it for a boot.

"I won't be able to see it if I have Hypothermia, now, will I?" she snidely asked and slipped on a pair of black gloves, then stuck her hands in her pockets.

"I won't let that happen. Besides, we won't be outside the whole time. It's only negative nineteen degrees in Fairbank, so it'll take a while to--"

"Maybe we could go now and you can tell me about the time it would take to freeze to death while we're in the midst of, okay? Okay." Rose clasped her hands and rocked back once on her heels.

"As you wish." He checked his hair before cautiously looking back to her and quickly walking out the door.

"You're such a girl!" she called after and followed him.

"I was given the gift of good hair this time and I'm not going to waste it!" he shouted and ran a hand through the brown tresses and nearly tripped because of the change in footwear.

"Dear, lord--" she caught up to him.

"Yes?" the Doctor quickly answered and smiled.

"Truly, not even funny." Rose fought back a grin.

"I think I am, that's all that matters. Just so long as you think that I'm clever."

"Which I do..."

"Oh, so we're admitting it now, are we?" he asked, just to rub it in her face. He held the door open for her as they exited the TARDIS.

"Oh, shut up." She kicked some snow in his direction.

"Rude!" he said and kicked some back.

"Now you're just being childish." She gently pushed him.

"I'm being childish?" the Doctor drawled and put a hand to his chest.

"Or dramatic." She trudged forward in the snow, trying not to get stuck.

"At least I can walk normally through snow."

"That is not my fault."

"It's not my fault either. It must be so boring being a meter and a half tall. You might need a booster seat to see the lights."

"You're so heightist! At least I can walk through doorways without being scared that I'll hit my head. And I'm 1.65 meters."

"Oh, Rose Tyler, I do not live in fear of hitting my head on door frames. I embrace--"

"Enough." She put a hand up.

"What? Is there a delay between my voice and your ears?" he mocked.

"I don't have to put up with this!" she shouted.

"Oh, you like it." He winked.

"Do not!"

"Do to!"