10/Rose. Drabble. Fluff.
Rose goes on a romp through The Doctor's closet and gets more than what she bargained for.
Rose didn't like the blue suit that much. It didn't fit him—well, it fit him. Folded collar, pinstriped pants, oh, it certainly worked for The Doctor, but something was a bit off about it.
Well, Rose thought to herself. If he was going to change his look, she would just have to step up her game. Rose walked into the TARDIS's closet, her hands on her hips. She'd put her things in the back row once she'd gotten settled in, but there were some racks she hadn't even looked at. The rows stretched into the back of the gallery-like room, a multitude of mismatched colors and patterns suspended on metal. She sifted through a collection featuring frilly sleeves and ornamental buttons.
Much too medieval, Rose commented. I need something modern, something chic. She laughed to herself. Modern. Everything and nothing was modern with The Doctor. They were constantly old hat to the future and revolutionary to the past. She pushed past a pale yellow sundress and came upon his dressing table.
There it was, his old suit, draped across a hanger. She ran a hand over a sleeve and felt her breath settle in her chest. It was worn, a bit wrinkled—The Doctor kept his beloved TARDIS spotless when it came to the controls, but he could certainly use a lesson in cleaning up. She curled her fingers around the hem and gently pulled the suit from its perch.
She'd been so many places with him in this suit. He geared up for changes in atmosphere all the time, but when he took the protection off, it was always him, grinning, his hair in a thousand different directions, his collar sticking up. She closed her eyes and hugged the fabric to herself. It even smelled like him—like the exhales of a newborn star dotted with the sparks of excitement. Rose settled herself on the chair by the dresser and let herself relax. There could be little in the world more comforting than this.
The Doctor pushed open the closet door.
"Rose, are you in here? I've a galaxy ready and waiting but you're nowhere to be found." He walked from the doorframe. "If I'd known you'd get so caught up in the TARDIS, I would've just taken you for a tour!" Then he saw her, curled up on a chair, her hair piled on her face like sunflower petals. She hugged his old suit like a teddy bear. "Alright, Rose, you've made your point. I'll stop with the blue." He walked closer and pulled his trench coat from his shoulders. "But don't you think it's nice that I'm the same color as my Sonic Screwdriver?" He draped the coat over his companion. Rose smiled in her sleep. Blue suit, brown suit—either way, it was the same old Doctor.
