A/N: Just a little tribute to the Doctor and his new, big hair. Bless him.
Right, this could be loosely termed as a … collection of hair fics. Simply because they are all (more or less) related to hair and I decided to put them together. You see? It makes sense!
Disclaimer: Property of the BBC.
"Rose!" yelled an angry voice, from the other end of the TARDIS, "ROSE!"
Rose jumped nervously, and slightly guiltily. But she managed to compose her features so that when the Doctor entered the lounge-like area, she looked calm and very, very innocent.
"Hey," she smiled, and took another sip from her cup of tea, "Want to come join me? I've just found some Green Wing reruns."
"Rose..." said the Doctor, in a warning tone.
"Yeah?" she asked, looking up, sweetly.
"Oh, don't act all innocent with me," he said, "I'm not stupid - not by a mile. Genius, actually, not that I mean to go on about it. But because I am a genius, you should know that pretending to know nothing about it will get you nowhere."
"Something wrong?"
"You used my comb!" he accused.
"Your comb?"
"Yes!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms out, "My comb! The thing I use - and need - to do my hair. Don't pretend, Rose. I found it in your room!"
"What were you doing in my room?" demanded Rose.
"Looking for my comb," shot back the Doctor, starting to pace, "Come on, Rose, you can't get all offended. I mean, my hair was in a mess and I needed a comb. But it wasn't there. Do you know how annoying that is? And to be fair, I searched everywhere else before turning to your room."
"I can't think how it got there," said Rose, nonchalantly, then laughing at something on the TV. "Aw, Guy is so funny!"
The Doctor growled with irritation. "Rose. I don't think you're quite understanding how angry I am, here."
"I told you - I don't know how it got there."
"There was a strand of blonde hair on the comb." he informed her, with forced calm.
Rose sighed and muted the volume on the TV, before turning to face him directly.
"Ok, ok, you got me. I used your comb - sorry. But you did just leave it lying around. And my hairbrush has broken - some of the spoke things have snapped off. So… I borrowed your comb."
"And didn't give it back," pointed out the Doctor, quickly.
Rose stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
"What?" demanded the Doctor, now looking absolutely livid.
"I'm sorry," spluttered Rose, "It's just you're standing there, completely furious, because I... I…" she choked on the words, she was laughing so hard, "Because I borrowed your comb!"
The Doctor glared at her, looking more and more dangerous until suddenly - almost scarily suddenly - all his anger dissolved and his face broke into a huge grin.
"You're right," he laughed, flopping down next to her on the sofa, "I don't know what came over me, all this fuss over one little comb. It's stupid. And a little too domestic for my liking…. Hang on," He paused, thoughtfully, "Did I… Did I just admit that I was wrong?"
"Uh huh," agreed Rose, "You want to watch that." She ruffled his hair, "You know, I like your hair messy."
Quickly grabbing her wrist, the Doctor jerked his head out of the way, "I just combed this, you know."
Rose rolled her eyes, before snuggling up against him and turning the volume back up on the TV. The Doctor smiled, happily, liking the way she leaned against him so completely and so comfortably.
"Well," he said, after a moment, "Guess we'll have to buy you a new hairbrush."
So. What do you think? I know it's random and most definitely not my best, but…
The next one's much better, I promise…
