One Hundred and Eighty Two Days ~ (a TenRose Fanfiction)

Mundane Life

Sorry for not updating in ages. Anyways! Hope you enjoy this! Sorry for any mistakes I'm very tired...

Ella :))

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"Rose," the Doctor shakes me out of my nap. "We're here."

I look up and see that our train has stopped in Cardiff, and I realised I've slept practically the whole corse of the journey. Even if last night was the best nights sleep I've possibly ever had, I'm still exhausted. I smile at the Doctor uncertainly and grab my bag from beside me. We both brought little rucksacks and filled them with a toothbrush, toothpaste and some toiletries in case we needed up in another hotel. The Doctor does the same and we file off the train on to the platform. It's busy in the station, people buzzing about here and there, probably off on some extravagant holiday, out to work or going sight seeing. I doubt a lot of people here are about to start up a temporary life for 6 months...with an alien. The Doctor takes my hand and we walk down the steps to the main part of the station, where hopefully we can get a taxi. I'm very aware that to anybody passing us we look like an ordinary couple, holding hands and walking casually along. I silently slap myself for thinking such things and carry on walking.

"So how are we gonna do this?" I ask "Get a cab and go from there?"

"I propose we get a cab and go to a town. I've been thinking about it and there's a nice little town called Roath, plenty of houses and work. Then we go shopping for clothes and stay in another hotel. Then the next morning we go house hunting, with obvious help of the psychic paper." The Doctor smiles.

"You've really thought about this." I observe, suprised by his mundane thoughts.

"You slept for ages so I had time."

We both reach the exit of the station and file out on to the busy Cardiff streets. Nowhere near as busy as London, but still plenty of tourists. The Doctor waves over a cab and we step in.

"Where to then?" The man in the cab asks in a strong welsh accent. I can't help but be reminded of ended episodes of Gavin and Stacey I used to sit and binge with Mickey, and Mum. Mum. The thought of her brings a pang to my chest. I should call her soon.

"Roath please." The Doctor says.

"Anywhere in particular?"

"Any nice hotel will do us fine."

"Certainly," the can driver pulls out and begins to drive "So, what brings you two to Cardiff? I can tell your not from round here."

Me and the Doctor exchange a look "Doing a bit if sight seeing, get out a bit." The a Doctor covers. The cab driver nods.

"Lovely place, Roath. Nice community."

"God I could kill for some chips right now." I say, leaning back in my seat.

"Now you mention it." The Doctor smiles.

"Your lucky, as the place I'm dropping you has a chippy next door." The driver says. Me and the Doctor smile and enjoy the rest of the journey.

When we arrive, it's midday, and the sun is shining. I smile to the Doctor and he pays and thanks the driver, then takes my hand.

"To the chip shop." He says. We walk down the street to the chippy and the smell makes my stomach rumble. We order our chips and they come in no time, wrapped in newspaper with little wooden chip forks. The comforting, deep smell of chip shop grease and fried food fills the air, strangely reminding me of evenings spent with my mum on the estate. Accept here it's mixed with a new scent, something fresher. I smile and we walk out the ship, then take a stroll down the town. The cab driver was right, it is a nice sense of community. All different types of people pass us on the street without failing to smile as they pass, and we return the smiles with gratitude. I don't know how these 6 months will last, but they will certainly change everything. We talk and eat chips whilst walking about for a while, and then we're done.

"So, shopping?" The Doctor asks. I shake my head.

"No, we should probably check into the hotel first, then we'll have somewhere to dump bags later." I say.

"Right, yes, of course"

Once we've checked in and sorted in a room much better than the night before, we begin our shopping. We decided to leave food shopping until we get a house, and start with clothes. There's a big department store at the end of the street, so we go inside and begin to wander round.

"So I suggest we spilt up, meet back here in half an hour?" I suggest. The Doctor nods with a smile, and behind to walk off.

"Doctor!" I call after him "It's that way."

"Right." He smiles, and looks a little embarrassed. Smiling to myself, I head towards the women's section. I pick out a four basic T-shirts, a cute denim pinafore type dress, a pair of shorts and three pairs of jeans, two more casual and a slightly smarter pair. I then choose out a hoodie and a jumper, making sure I don't spend too much money, no matter how much the Doctor got out that cash machine. Next, I move on to bras and pants. I pick out a few multiple packs of pants and socks to last me, and then pick up a bra. Hopefully this won't be too awkward present to the Doctor to take to the till. I check my watch, ten minutes left. I walk over to the pyjama section. This is where I always get stuck, so much choice. Fluffy things, soft things, silky things, how to decide? I'm the end in settle with a pink fluffy dressing gown, some bed socks, a double set of shorts and T-shirts, and a long pair for cold nights. I then wander over to make up and hair, and pick out the cheapest hairbrush I can find, along with a mascara, eyeliner, foundation and powder. That should last me a while. Satisfied with my choices, I haul my shopping bag over to where I said I'd meet the Doctor. Bang on half past 1, sorted.

Ten minutes later, he's still not here, where could he be? Maybe he's still choosing.

Five minutes late, no. He must be trying something on?

Another five minutes late, I'm going to find him. I walk through the men's section until I see his red converse poking round a corner. I wander over and find him stood in front of a mirror, holding up two suits.

"Ah! Rose, there you are. I need your help, seeing as you have much more experience with this than me. Which one shall I get?" He asks.

"Doctor, I was wondering where you were!" I say with a sigh "And you can't just get suits, you've got to by more than that." I say.

"Why not? Suits are comfortable and smart at the same time, and very practical. Plus, they-"

"Right! Okay, you can buy one of those suits, but you've go to buy other things too."

"Deal," he nods "Blue or dark brown?"

"Blue, definitely." I say "Now pop that in your bag, it's time to buy you some real clothes."

He tries to protest but I drag him along to the T-shirts and jeans. He sorts through the pile until he finds a few he likes, well, agrees with anyway.

"You're gonna look sort of like you used to, the you from the north" I giggle.

"Maybe." He laughs with me. Now jeans. He pulls out again a few pairs and goes to try them on. I can't help wondering how he will look in such mundane clothes, it will be so different to constantly seeing him in pinstriped brown suits all the time. He reappears from the changing room in a maroon t-shirt and dark denim jeans. His t-shirt is quite tight and fits perfectly over his chest, tracing every outline on his body, and the jeans surprisingly fit well. I find it hard to take in the sight before me, the Doctor looks great like this, but I can't help wanting to laugh, but I suppress it.

"So what do you think?" He asks.

"It's...different." I say, barley able to speak.

"Different? Good different or bad different?"

"Good different." I say and he smiles.

"I'll get these then." He wanders back into the changing room and I swallow hard.

"Defiantly good different" I whisper with a sigh. I don't know if I can get used to seeing the Doctor dressed so beautifully human for the next 6 months. This should be interesting.