Summary: Rose discovers what the Doctor does while she’s asleep.
Ten/Rose, ~1k for this part. (The rest should be posted in the next couple days; just wanted to get something posted by the due date.) Will be posted in its entirety on LJ and Teaspoon when complete.
For stoprobbers as part of the TARDIS ficathon! Excuse the incredibly loose interpretation of the prompt; every more literal story I could think of was, frankly, terrible, and in the end I decided you’d probably prefer a better story with a loose prompt interpretation than the alternative.
In the time she’d been on board, Rose had grown used to the complexities of the TARDIS. She knew the rooms didn’t always stay where you’d left them — that the hallways seemed to shift and change, and that sometimes whole rooms seemed to appear or disappear or remodel themselves entirely. It was part and parcel of having a living spaceship, the Doctor had said, and Rose had got the impression he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Easy enough for you to say, she’d thought grumpily after misplacing her bedroom for the second time. The Doctor always found the room he was looking for on the TARDIS; Rose suspected it had less to do with his sense of direction and more to do with the deep bond he shared with his ship. Frankly, she thought the TARDIS played favourites.
But the longer she spent on the ship, the easier navigating it became. The rooms she was looking for seemed to appear when she wanted them. Sometimes she thought the TARDIS was starting to like her.
“Or she’s decided to take pity on you,” the Doctor had suggested, punctuated by precisely the sort of cheeky grin that made Rose unable to shove him with as much force as he deserved.
omg kali wrote a thing!
Sometimes people have a hard time understanding what a happy relationship between two people who obvs think the other is awesome looks like.
We think this is one great (and holy bananas, so freaking hilarious) example.