Disclaimer: I, quite sadly, own none of Doctor Who. Characters? Nope. TARDIS? I wish! The color pink? I think it belongs to the world :)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This is my first Doctor Who fic, and I haven't written anything in a long while, so please read and feel free to review!
The Doctor never did understand why Rose so adored the color pink. He saw it everywhere with her- from her beloved pink hoodie to the startling magenta tones that completely coated the room the TARDIS had made for her.
It was a conundrum that Rose, his up-for-anything, always-ready-with-a-snarky-comment, alien-fighting, world-saving companion, was obsessed with the color pink. With such a human, feminine color.
Really. He found it quite the riddle.
On multiple occasions, on multiple planets, in multiple galaxies, he had sprung the question upon her. Flying through time and space, he had queried about her "pink affair", as he called it.
Yet her answer always remained the same, "It's a color, it doesn't need a reason to be liked. I just like it."
She had decided, the first time the Doctor had asked, that she would not tell him the real reason she kept the color pink close. She would not tell him that it reminded her of fire- fierce and playful- traits that she had modeled her life after. She would not tell him that it was bright, happy, and cheerful in the middle of the night when she woke from nightmares biting her tongue fiercely until her urge to scream was gone.
She would not tell him that it was the color she was wearing the evening he walked in to her life and blew up her job. Or that she hoped with all her heart it would continue to work that magic.
She would not tell him that it reminded her of him, of the Doctor. His rosy cheeks as he laughed, his fierce protectiveness when facing one of their ever-present foes. His constant ability to look at danger, at death, at life, and laugh, smile, and continue on forward.
She would not tell him that the color pink was her anthem as they travelled through time and space.
And she would not tell him that, one day, if the worst were to happen, she would be able to touch the color pink and feel close to him.
No, she wouldn't tell him anything but the standard. She would continue to wear pink and continue to collect memories. She would live in the moment and fight with her Doctor in hopes that, one day, she could put away the color pink forever. One day, when the Doctor would be hers forever.
Definitely cheesy, not sure about my writing, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. I would LOVE criticism, constructive or otherwise. :)
God bless you!