Forget Me Not

When the TARDIS takes the Doctor (that'd be the tenth, ladies and gents) and Rose to an obscure little cottage in the middle of nowhere, they are faced with a dangerous alien, as the Doctor always is, and the underlying relationship that all of us Whovians know exist between the Doctor and Rose comes into the light. It's the story that Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat would never give their fans the satisfaction of seeing- but that's what I'm here for. Allons-y!


6. Breakfast

With cheeks as red as the strawberries that decorated her homemade Belgian waffle, Rose munched on a crisp piece of toast. She wasn't extremely hungry, but she had always loved good toast. The Doctor, however, was chowing down on another waffle, decorated with blueberries and smothered in maple syrup. The powdered sugar made a paste-like concoction when mixed with the butter and syrup, and the Doctor was clearly loving it.   

"Mmf, Rove, you fould try vish," he said through a mouthful of waffle and bacon. She laughed at his appetite, and swiped a piece of bacon from his plate. With a satisfying crunch, she flirtatiously took a bite of the bacon, which turned out to be the best bacon she'd ever had. Miss Marie was one heck of a chef, and Rose wanted to learn her secrets of the kitchen.   

The Doctor interrupted Rose's food fantasies with a question that hadn't occurred to her until the Doctor brought it up, "So, um, how are we going to clothe you today?"  

"Well," Rose replied, "you could be ever-so polite and walk to the TARDIS to get me something to wear, or bring her in here so I can go in and get dressed myself." Rose really didn't want to get up, though. She didn't want to move on from last night, and she didn't want to risk losing the Doctor that she came to know so well within the last twelve hours. She thought they were closer now than ever before.   

"I'll just bring her here so you can pick out your outfit for yourself," the Doctor replied with a smile and a boyish shrug, indicating that he had no idea what Rose would want to wear.   

Rose smiled and waved him away, another piece of bacon in her hand. "Don't rush," she called after him, hoping she'd have time to inhale that strawberry waffle before he returned, so as to not look unladylike in front of him.   

She wrapped the blanket tightly around her shoulders and shuffled over to the waffle, which the Doctor placed on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Before he started eating, he put all of his clothes back on so that he could properly sit up and chow down, resting on top of the blankets rather than using them as a shield to cover himself with. He was so quick, Rose didn't even catch a glimpse of what she had barely seen in the darkness of the previous night. She was peeved by his need be so conservative again, but she was glad to at least have gone that far. She munched on her waffle, while sipping fresh-squeezed orange juice and thinking about how it was impossible that just the night before there was a blizzard outside, but that morning was accompanied by a blue sky, warm weather, and not a single snowflake in sight. 

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