After their near-miss with World War Three, the Doctor decided they needed a night to recover and set the Tardis adrift in the depths of space so they could all get some proper rest.
Rose couldn't have been more grateful for that night of sleep, because when she woke up she felt like a brand new person, ready to take on anything that was thrown her way.
"Morning." Rose chirped as she walked into the kitchen and passed the Eve, who was sitting at the table and reading the newspaper.
"Morning." The Eve returned distractedly as the blonde opened the fridge.
"Where're the-" Rose began to ask before the Eve cut her off.
"Compartment in the door; Top right." She directed the girl to the eggs, making her blink when she found them.
"How'd you know what I was looking for?" Rose asked, grabbing the carton out of the fridge.
"It's the only thing you know how to cook." The Eve reminded her as she flipped to the next page of her paper.
"I know how to cook more than eggs." Rose pouted, turning on one of the electric-stove elements.
"Really?" The Eve asked with slight interest, glancing up from her paper. "What else?"
"Pancakes," Rose told her proudly.
"Well, there's pancake mix in the cabinet to your left, behind the flour. Have at it." The Eve offered, turning the page on her newspaper again.
Rose took her offer and grabbed the bag of pancake mix, finding a mixing bowl and spoon all on her own before she began to mix the proper amount of milk into the bowl.
A minute later the pan was hot and buttered and Rose dolloped in some of the batter to form one medium-sized pancake, waiting for the tale-tell bubbles to appear.
Once the batter was bubling and the edges looked firm, Rose looked around for her spatula before realizing she hadn't grabbed one.
"Where're the spatulas?" Rose asked the Eve, opening another random drawer to rifle through it.
"We don't have any." The Eve told her in a non-chalont manner, causing the teen to pause in her movements.
"What?" Rose questioned, shocked.
"We don't have-" The Eve began to repeat herself before Rose cut her off.
"Are you telling me you've got clothes from every decade of human history, but you haven't got a spatula?" Rose asked, clearly unimpressed.
"Yeah." The Eve nodded, putting down her newspaper to look at the huffy teen.
"How d'you cook then?"Rose asked, popping out her hip and crossing her arms expectantly.
"With a fork." The Eve said as if it was the obvious answer.
"How do you flip a pancake with a fork?!" Rose finally burst, her arms flapping about in annoyance.
"You don't." The Eve answered her simply before getting up from her chair, walking to the stove and picking up the pan while simultaneously slinging it forward and up, making the pancake flip in mid-air before deftly catching it in the pan again.
Rose blinked once, then twice, having wathced all this with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
"Where'd you learn to do that? Training?" Rose quipped finally, getting a smirk from the Eve at her cheek.
"France, 1863." The Eve responded casually as she placed the pan back down on the element.
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Fanfiction"Could've warned me." "Could've; Didn't." After the War, the Doctor lost everything... Everything excluding her. This story introduces, the Doctor's friend and comrade in arms, the Eve. The Doctor and the Eve are soldiers fresh from war, and Rose...
