Title: Thoughts in a Park
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: K
Summary: Rose ponders her life.
Author's Note: First bit on fanfiction in over a year. Reviews please?
She never told anyone, but sometimes she envied the people stuck on Earth.
It was insane really, Rose reflected. This time now at home, Jackie would be going down the laundrette with her dirty knickers, only to find all the machines broken. Or ordering a pizza from the new Italian and chatting up the delivery boy. Maybe even just sitting on the sofa, watching Big Brother with the girls and waiting for the Irish one to take his shirt off. Assured of waking up each morning with the knowledge that another boring, repetitive day was coming. Sure that everything would be exactly the same as yesterday.
And her? Rose at that moment was sitting with her back against a tree (was it a tree? Some non-sentient life-form with branches?), watching five boys (girls? Asexual beings?) play some game with a ball (a ball? Could it actually be a small oblong friend of the players?) in the middle of a park. As she looked on, one of the players started gesturing wildly at another, who apparently had knocked him with his fourth antenna (or tentacle, or ear, or feeler – maybe even an external digestion system for all she knew!) onto the ground, causing the deep purple grass to stain his white robe.
Purple grass. Purple grass. Rose was sure she remembered her GCSE biology teacher mentioning that plants could only be green. But purple
Things were just so utterly weird here. At the risk of sounding clichéd, alien. Not only was she out of her country, she was out of her planet. Out of her Solar System. God, until she'd left, she'd never been further than Edinburgh!
What was she doing? Gallivanting around the universe, a different galaxy every day - Rose was pretty sure humans weren't meant to do this for at least another century, according to the films. She was probably going to catch some alien disease – the intergalactic equivalent of SARS. Or be executed when a citadel decided that all life-forms without seven arms and seventy toes were evil. Or be sucked into nothingness when an asteroid she was sunbathing on fell into a black-hole. Or even –
'Rose! Day dreaming again?'
Startled, she looked up.
'Here, I got you a Lodpan Chorester – the purple bit is the best, but the orange is good too. You would not believe the queue for the ice-cream van! So there was this Thendor, and he kept saying that he was there first, so I was like 'Mate, I'm in front of you', and he said...'
Calmed, Rose let the Doctor's words drift over her as she reached out and took her ice cream. Licking the purple chunk, she lent back against the tree as he sat down, still talking.
'And would you believe the cheek of him, he actually said that it was because of the lunar cycle!'
Giggling at the Doctor's indignation, she kicked off her flip-flops and swung her feet into his lap.
Maybe she was millions of miles away from home, maybe she didn't know what was going on most of the time, and maybe she might die in some strange way.
But for now, she didn't care. Because for now, there was ice-cream , and there was the Doctor.