Doctor Who: Make a Wish
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milieva_ficsTitle: Make a Wish
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
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Summary: The Doctor takes Rose somewhere special.
Author’s Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
never_ever_will's Celebrations contest using photo 25 of prompt 10.
“Where are we going?” Rose asked as the Doctor practically dragged her down the pavement.
“You’ll see,” he told her with an annoyingly enigmatic grin.
They were nearly running when they rounded the third corner. Rose’s pulse was pounding in her ears and her lungs were burning from the thick miasma of pollution hanging in a in the city air.
She would definitely need a shower after spending five minutes in the soot. The grime was nearly palpable on her skin.
The Doctor halted so quickly, Rose barreled right into him with a loud grunt and a sharp word the TARDIS chose not to translate.
“Oi!” she exclaimed, clinging to his coat to keep from falling backward.
Obviously oblivious to his companion’s discomfort, he pulled her around and pointed to something on the other side of the street.
A small crowd was gathered outside a bright little shop window. The looping pastel lettering on the sign was quite eye catching against the murky grey of the stone building it embellished.
“A Spoon Full of Sugar?” Rose asked, not quite sure what sort of shop would have a name like that. “What do they sell?”
“Only the best cakes this side of Marsses,” the Doctor exclaimed.
He practically dragged her across the street. He must have had blinders on because he nearly got the run over three times on the way, Rose’s shouts did nothing to discourage his forward progress, much to her dismay.
Once they were safely on the pavement, it took all Rose’s will power not to hug the ground and thank God that she was still alive. She’d likely have also been willing to kiss the ground if it weren’t covered in as thick a layer of soot as the rest of the city.
Sometimes just walking with the Doctor was more dangerous than any monster they had met.
Rose was going to ask why they came for the best cakes this side of Marsese, but she was quickly distracted and found herself suddenly fascinated with how the crowd had gravitated toward the window.
Some of the congregation had their heads bowed and almost looked as if they were praying.
Others stood by and smiled.
All kept at least one eye on the little paper sign beside the door that currently read Shut.
Rose was still looking at the people, when the Doctor directed her back toward the window, with a gentle touch to her cheek.
“Legend says that if someone makes a wish just before the shop opens, the wish is bound to come true.”
His words made the praying suddenly make sense.
Beside them a teenage girl stood with her eyes closed, whispering about a boy she loved under her breath. His father’s job had taken him far away from her, and she wanted nothing more than to have him back in the city with her again.
Rose’s heart went out to her.
“But you have to be able to eat the first cake you saw when you opened your eyes.”
The shelves behind the window were filled with all sorts of little cakes. Some where tiny little things, others were as large as a head and magnificently decorated. The beautiful icing was enough to attract a gathering of admirers even if there weren’t a legend surrounding the shop.
It wasn’t the display that claimed her attention.
At the lower left of the shop window was a tiny girl with her forehead nearly pressed against the glass in reverence. Her lips moved in silent prayer, but Rose couldn’t hear her words over the din of whispering surrounding them.
The Doctor leaned forward over her shoulder and breathed in her ear.
“Make a wish.”
Squeezing her eyes closed, she whispered one word that meant more to her than anything, “Forever.”
When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t help but smile at the cake she focused on. It was small and yellow, decorated with the little silver dragées that the Doctor affectionately referred to as “ball bearings”.
As the shop assistant moved toward the door, Rose turned round to the Doctor.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, out of honest curiosity.
The Doctor grinned in that ridiculously smug way of his that told her he was terribly proud of himself and something he had done when he casually explained, “Because today, Rose Tyler, is 27 April 15782.”
That answer had her blinking up at him in more than mild confusion, as she was failing at understanding his motives, something that happened more often than not.
“Sorry? What?” she said, thinking perhaps she hadn’t understood him.
The smile on his face only broadened.
“Happy birthday.”
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Beta:
ladymalchavSummary: The Doctor takes Rose somewhere special.
Author’s Note: Written for the
never_ever_will's Celebrations contest using photo 25 of prompt 10.“Where are we going?” Rose asked as the Doctor practically dragged her down the pavement.
“You’ll see,” he told her with an annoyingly enigmatic grin.
They were nearly running when they rounded the third corner. Rose’s pulse was pounding in her ears and her lungs were burning from the thick miasma of pollution hanging in a in the city air.
She would definitely need a shower after spending five minutes in the soot. The grime was nearly palpable on her skin.
The Doctor halted so quickly, Rose barreled right into him with a loud grunt and a sharp word the TARDIS chose not to translate.
“Oi!” she exclaimed, clinging to his coat to keep from falling backward.
Obviously oblivious to his companion’s discomfort, he pulled her around and pointed to something on the other side of the street.
A small crowd was gathered outside a bright little shop window. The looping pastel lettering on the sign was quite eye catching against the murky grey of the stone building it embellished.
“A Spoon Full of Sugar?” Rose asked, not quite sure what sort of shop would have a name like that. “What do they sell?”
“Only the best cakes this side of Marsses,” the Doctor exclaimed.
He practically dragged her across the street. He must have had blinders on because he nearly got the run over three times on the way, Rose’s shouts did nothing to discourage his forward progress, much to her dismay.
Once they were safely on the pavement, it took all Rose’s will power not to hug the ground and thank God that she was still alive. She’d likely have also been willing to kiss the ground if it weren’t covered in as thick a layer of soot as the rest of the city.
Sometimes just walking with the Doctor was more dangerous than any monster they had met.
Rose was going to ask why they came for the best cakes this side of Marsese, but she was quickly distracted and found herself suddenly fascinated with how the crowd had gravitated toward the window.
Some of the congregation had their heads bowed and almost looked as if they were praying.
Others stood by and smiled.
All kept at least one eye on the little paper sign beside the door that currently read Shut.
Rose was still looking at the people, when the Doctor directed her back toward the window, with a gentle touch to her cheek.
“Legend says that if someone makes a wish just before the shop opens, the wish is bound to come true.”
His words made the praying suddenly make sense.
Beside them a teenage girl stood with her eyes closed, whispering about a boy she loved under her breath. His father’s job had taken him far away from her, and she wanted nothing more than to have him back in the city with her again.
Rose’s heart went out to her.
“But you have to be able to eat the first cake you saw when you opened your eyes.”
The shelves behind the window were filled with all sorts of little cakes. Some where tiny little things, others were as large as a head and magnificently decorated. The beautiful icing was enough to attract a gathering of admirers even if there weren’t a legend surrounding the shop.
It wasn’t the display that claimed her attention.
At the lower left of the shop window was a tiny girl with her forehead nearly pressed against the glass in reverence. Her lips moved in silent prayer, but Rose couldn’t hear her words over the din of whispering surrounding them.
The Doctor leaned forward over her shoulder and breathed in her ear.
“Make a wish.”
Squeezing her eyes closed, she whispered one word that meant more to her than anything, “Forever.”
When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t help but smile at the cake she focused on. It was small and yellow, decorated with the little silver dragées that the Doctor affectionately referred to as “ball bearings”.
As the shop assistant moved toward the door, Rose turned round to the Doctor.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, out of honest curiosity.
The Doctor grinned in that ridiculously smug way of his that told her he was terribly proud of himself and something he had done when he casually explained, “Because today, Rose Tyler, is 27 April 15782.”
That answer had her blinking up at him in more than mild confusion, as she was failing at understanding his motives, something that happened more often than not.
“Sorry? What?” she said, thinking perhaps she hadn’t understood him.
The smile on his face only broadened.
“Happy birthday.”
