Snowed In
~The Last Time Lord
A/N: Inspired by a gif set that I saw on tumblr. It was initially a drabble, but I've expanded it to add context. As always, Doctor Who is not mine. I lay claim to nothing. Hope you like. :) Happy reading.
Even though he's a human now, the Doctor - now Dr. John Smith in Pete's World - still can't do complete domestics. He always had to be doing something, always had to be moving because staying in one spot for too long threatens to not only to turn him barmy, but all of those who are unfortunate enough to be there with him (only Rose seems to be able to tolerate this). This is why he is excused from doing paperwork at Torchwood, and why they have him do recorded reports instead.
Today, though, he doesn't have much of a choice in regards of staying put and domestics. Forced into confinement by one of the biggest snow storms England had ever seen with no hope of getting out anytime soon, he putts around his and Rose's home trying to make himself useful. He fixes the broken dishwasher, then he finishes up his projects that have been lying around the home for varying bits of time. He does a few of his reports (but that doesn't work for very long; even with recorded reports, he gets bored quickly). He even does some of the housework (because he is that desperate for something to do).
He despairs when he learns that, despite all of that, it is only mid-afternoon.
Bored, he flops down onto the floor of the living room with a huff. Lying his back and with his feet propped up on a chair in the middle of the den, he begins to pout. He looks around the room, hoping for a sign that this is all just some terrible nightmare. Sadly, it doesn't come. That is when he notices a paperback lying nearby. He picks up the book, and begins to read it. It distracts him for a few minutes. It's not long, however, before he loses interest (he doesn't read as fast as he's used to, and he is very much a hyperactive child). He uses the open book to cover his face as he lets his arms fall to his side and lets out a frustrated groan.
It is then Rose enters the living room. She can't help but chuckle at the sight of him. He hears her chuckle, her amusement prompts him to remove the book from his face all the while keeping it open. He rolls over to lie on his stomach so that he can see her a bit better, and also so that it doesn't look like she's on the ceiling instead of the floor, then begins to whine, asking how Humans managed it, reading so slowly, pointing to the book he is holding open in his hand with his free one.
Rose leans on the wall, cradling a warm cuppa in her hands, as she laughs and shakes her head at her husband's antics. She points out that he is Human now. He huffs and continues to whine about how he has nothing to do. She pauses, a thoughtful look on her face, then quietly suggests that he read the book aloud to her, like he used to do sometimes when they traveled together in the other Universe. He grins at her, his fantastic brilliant pink and yellow girl; his Rose Smith. "I always said you were brilliant!" He beams.
From where he's sprawled out on the floor, begins to narrate the book from the beginning. Rose comes over to his side and sits down next to him. For the next few hours, he completely forgets that he's stranded in a house with doors and carpets and a mortgage with nothing but domestics to do because, for him, he's not really there any more: he and Rose are too busy living the adventure right alongside the main characters.
Fin.
A/N. Thank you very much for reading. As always, reviews are welcome. God bless, friends. :)