Bad Wolf and the Oncoming Storm [Book One: Back in Time]

.:Chapter Eleven:. A Spot of Comfort

     “That was probably the most cheesiest line I’ve ever heard.” She joked, smiling.

     “It was not!” argued The Doctor. He chuckled, knowing that he was going to lose this argument.

     “Yes it was! Admit it!” she sat on him so that he couldn’t move, her legs pinning down his arms by his sides. “I think you need a Doctor. After nine hundred something years, I believe you lost your edge, Doctor.”

     The Doctor grinned cheekily. “Nope!” he said, popping the ‘p’. “Not admitting it! And I know I’m mad, Rose.”

     Rose poked his cheek and grinned back at him. “C’mon Doctor! You know I’m right, like always.”

     “Fine, you win.” said the Doctor with a roll of his eyes. Rose rolled off him with a triumphant grin. “Don’t get used to it.” The Doctor mumbled as he sat up.

      “I will.” Rose couldn’t stop grinning.

     “Of course you will.” The Doctor stood up from her bed.

     Rose hopped off the bed and felt the shift. Her bare feet were no longer on the softness of the carpet in her room but on hardwood floor. A bit confused, Rose looked up and found herself in the kitchen.

     Back in her room the Doctor looked around frantically. “Rose!” He lost her, again! He was about to go to the console room and get a lock on her when the TARDIS hummed comfortingly. She showed him an image of Rose in the kitchen and the Doctor let out a sigh of relief. When he got the kitchen he gave Rose a look that consisted of a small grin and a raised eyebrow.

     “You disappeared… into the kitchen? Are you… hungry?”

     “I was thinking about getting something to eat, yeah.” Rose spoke rather shyly, but she had no idea why.

     The Doctor still stood there, looking at her for a moment longer, dumbfounded. “At least you didn’t disappear anywhere else. Why don’t you sit down? Tell me what you want to eat.”

     Rose hopped up on the counter and thought for a second. “Chips!” She grinned at him.

     “Chips it is!” The Doctor rummaged through the fridge, pulling out a frozen bag of chips. “Do you want them in the oven or fried?” He questioned her, turning on his heels to face her.

     “Fried.” Rose nodded and looked at him. The whole time that he was cooking chips for her, she watched him in slight disbelief. There was only one time that the Doctor did domestics and that was Christmas and the day he finished regenerating.

     “Didn’t think I could cook, did you?” The Doctor glanced over his shoulder at her with a  proud grin.

      “I didn’t think you could. I thought you were anti-domestic.” Rose pointed out, but gave him a congratulating look.

     “I eat too, Rose.”

     “Yeah, bananas.”

      “That’s not all I eat!” The Doctor protested, his focus still focused on the frying chips.

     “So I could take away all the bananas and you’d still be good?” This got the Doctor’s attention. He turned his full attention on her. Rose just sat there, smiling sweetly.

     “Ye- No… I wouldn’t.”

     “Got ya!” Rose laughed. “Bananas are your life.”

     “Bananas are brilliant!” exclaimed the Doctor.

     “They are just fruit.” Rose pointed out.

      “They are not just fruit!” This launched them into a full on argument.

      “Yes they are!” Rose countered, sticking her tongue out at him childishly.

     “Are not!”

      “Are t-” Rose cut off, smelling the horrible scent of something burning. “Doctor! The chips!”

      At first, The Doctor looked at her in slight confusion, but then he smelt the horrible scent of burning chips. When both of their gazes flew to the frier, there was a blackish smoke drifting up from it. The Doctor rushed to the fryer, turning it off.

     He stood there with a glum expression on his face, looking quite like a kid who dropped his ice cream in the sand.

     “I guess I really can’t cook,” He said, sighing.

     Rose giggled and smiled. The Doctor tossed the burnt chips in the garbage. Suddenly, he had an idea. He grinned and turned to look at Rose.

     “How d’you feel about banana pudding?” he asked.

     Rose gave him an incredulous look, but couldn’t help the smile that tried to push through. “Really?”

     “Really!” The Doctor went right ahead and started pulling out the ingredients to make the pudding.

     “Okay, I guess banana pudding sounds good.” Rose sighed, but laughed.

     “Yes! Yes it does! Now help me.”

      Rose smiled and helped him make the pudding. The whole time she would keep taking some of the excess ingredients and smearing them on his face.

     When the pudding was done, the Doctor grinned mischievously and smushed a banana into Rose’s hair earning a squeal from her.

     To get back at him, Rose gathered up all the bananas and hid them behind her back. She grinned at the Doctor.

      “Nooo!” The Doctor whined and got all the bags of chips from the fridge, getting revenge on Rose.

     “Not the chips!” she pouted.

     “Then give back the bananas.” The Doctor said, standing his ground.

      Rose pulled a banana off from the bunch and tossed it at him. The Doctor ducked and gave her a playful glare. “That was rude!” Rose could only stand there, smiling innocently.

      The Doctor opened a bag and threw chips at her. Rose managed to catch one in her mouth, forcing a smile. It tasted rather horrible considering it was still a bit frozen.

     The Doctor rolled his eyes at her. Rose grinned and sat down. He came up and sat beside her, holding out a hand. “Truce? I won’t hide the chips and you won’t hide the bananas?”

     Rose pretended to contemplate this offer for a moment. She stuck out her hand. “Truce.”

     “Yay!” he cheered, grinning. “I have my bananas back!”

      “Yes, you do,” Rose yawned. “I’m tired, so I’m heading to bed.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. “Night, Doctor.”

     The Doctor smiled at her. “Goodnight, Rose.”

     Rose went up to her room, changing into her night clothes and climbing underneath the covers. She fell asleep easily.

     The Doctor, who was still in the kitchen, went to his room, changing into his night clothes. He laid down on his bed and read a book that he’d read many times. He eventually fell asleep, the book falling flat on his chest.