Doctor Who: The Little Things
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milieva_ficsTitle: The Little Things
Character: Rose
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If it were mine, do you think I would be writing this?
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60damnprompts: 60 days in the life of Rose Tyler: Day 35: Bed (Table)
Summary: “She practically tore the damp sheets off her mattress. A soothing cacophony of bright, colourful words poured out of her mouth as she tugged them free.”
Author’s Note: Having passed my deadline over a year ago, and still wanting to finish these, I am taking to writing them in whatever order I very well please. Once finished, they should still flow as sixty consecutive days, but still be able to stand alone.
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The Little Things
She practically tore the damp sheets off her mattress. A soothing cacophony of bright, colourful words poured out of her mouth as she tugged them free. She cursed the bed, she cursed the Doctor, and she cursed the stupid universe she was trapped in.
Wrenching the final linen free, she threw it on the floor with all the others.
Waddling her way into her bathroom, she yanked down a towel to use on the rubber sheet she’d intelligently put on her mattress.
As she made her way back to her bed, she felt her anger and frustration began to melt away as she found herself thinking about a similar experience she’d had with the Doctor. He’d been so kind about it, cleaning her up, and helping her change her clothes after she’d suffered side effects from the planet’s wine.
Not once did he tease her, or make her feel the least bit embarrassed about what had happened. If anything he did his best to keep her from feeling humiliated at having wet herself, explaining that ‘things happen’.
If he were here right now, he’d being saying something much the same. He’d tell her that things like this would be over and done with once she had the little person inside of her out and no longer sitting on top of her bladder.
Even though her shattered wrist, throbbed from being used so, she smiled as she dried her mattress, and set about remaking her bed with fresh sheets.
It was things like this that made her miss him the most.
The lack of witty commentary, or cheeky remarks, made it feel so quiet. Sometimes it was just missing the way he looked at her, or held her hand, or the way he made her feel happy, safe, and protected.
Right now, what she really wanted was for him to be standing on the other side of the bed helping her fix the sheets, all the while fighting a grin because she’d gone and peed herself again.
Next : Day 36 : Together >>
Character: Rose
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If it were mine, do you think I would be writing this?
Prompt:
60damnprompts: 60 days in the life of Rose Tyler: Day 35: Bed (Table)Summary: “She practically tore the damp sheets off her mattress. A soothing cacophony of bright, colourful words poured out of her mouth as she tugged them free.”
Author’s Note: Having passed my deadline over a year ago, and still wanting to finish these, I am taking to writing them in whatever order I very well please. Once finished, they should still flow as sixty consecutive days, but still be able to stand alone.
<< Previous : Day 34 : Dream
The Little Things
She practically tore the damp sheets off her mattress. A soothing cacophony of bright, colourful words poured out of her mouth as she tugged them free. She cursed the bed, she cursed the Doctor, and she cursed the stupid universe she was trapped in.
Wrenching the final linen free, she threw it on the floor with all the others.
Waddling her way into her bathroom, she yanked down a towel to use on the rubber sheet she’d intelligently put on her mattress.
As she made her way back to her bed, she felt her anger and frustration began to melt away as she found herself thinking about a similar experience she’d had with the Doctor. He’d been so kind about it, cleaning her up, and helping her change her clothes after she’d suffered side effects from the planet’s wine.
Not once did he tease her, or make her feel the least bit embarrassed about what had happened. If anything he did his best to keep her from feeling humiliated at having wet herself, explaining that ‘things happen’.
If he were here right now, he’d being saying something much the same. He’d tell her that things like this would be over and done with once she had the little person inside of her out and no longer sitting on top of her bladder.
Even though her shattered wrist, throbbed from being used so, she smiled as she dried her mattress, and set about remaking her bed with fresh sheets.
It was things like this that made her miss him the most.
The lack of witty commentary, or cheeky remarks, made it feel so quiet. Sometimes it was just missing the way he looked at her, or held her hand, or the way he made her feel happy, safe, and protected.
Right now, what she really wanted was for him to be standing on the other side of the bed helping her fix the sheets, all the while fighting a grin because she’d gone and peed herself again.
Next : Day 36 : Together >>
