Title: The Tudor Intruder
Rating: K+
Summary: The 9th Doctor and Rose go to Tudor England.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who does not belong to me. Jade, Galamo and the Crava galaxy does.
Author's Note: This was the first fanfic that I ever
attempted. This is back in the days when I didn't even know this site
existed, and I thought I was the only Doctor/Rose shipper in the world.
I just sat down and said "Right, I'm going to write this". This is also
my first big multi-chaptered fic.
Warnings: You may learn something.
The Tudor Intruder
Chapter 1
Rose Tyler wandered around the TARDIS wardrobe, surrounded by thousands of outfits. Her mate Shireen would be so jealous if she saw her right now! Rose just wanted to try everything on. But no, the Doctor had sent her in here to find an outfit suitable for Tudor England. They had been planning to go to Mars in the year 5000, but the TARDIS seemed to have been drawn back to Earth. The Doctor said some sort of signal was calling them there."Is it physical, like a radio wave or something?" Rose had asked the Doctor.
"No," he replied. "It's telepathic, like the ship itself." Rose still had no idea what they were going to find. Life was so exciting and unpredictable with the Doctor. And though her life had been endangered countless times, she always felt so safe when the Doctor was around …
Just then, Rose's phone started beeping. The Doctor had sent her an SMS.
WE'VE ARRIVED, the SMS read. LONDON, 1540. IT'S GOING TO BE …
"Fantastic," Rose said with a smile. She then put on a petticoat, a headdress and some suede shoes and made her way back to the Doctor. She was hoping he'd be wearing tights and one of those frills around his neck like Shakespeare, but no, he was still wearing his usual trousers, jumper and leather jacket.
"How did I guess?" Rose muttered under her breath.
"What?" asked the Doctor with an innocent expression on his face.
"You know, I did Tudor England in Year 8 at school," said Rose. "Anyone who was weird or different would be accused of witchcraft and burnt at the stake. Plus Henry VIII was king in 1540, and he was responsible for around 78,000 executions."
"All right, enough!" exclaimed the Doctor. Rose looked quite satisfied with herself.
"I'm still not changing though," he said. "That's not me."
"But you've done it before, I know you have," said Rose, struggling to remember. Then she clicked her fingers.
"It was in a picture Clive showed me," she said.
"Who's Clive?" asked the Doctor.
"Oh, just some guy completely obsessed with you," replied Rose. "Anyway, it was … April 1912. You were in a photograph with this family that was going to go on the Titanic. You were wearing a proper suit and tie and everything. You looked a bit like a butler."
"Oh, that," said the Doctor. "That was different. I had to convince them that I was this really smart guy who knew that according to the size and shape of the ship and the route it was taking that it was going to hit the iceberg. They wouldn't have believed me if I was just dressed casually. Anyway, I've had no problems with this outfit before. It's staying."
"All right, fine, forget it," said a slightly frustrated Rose. "I mean, history's happening out there and we're in here arguing about clothes. Let's just see what happens."
"Agreed," said the Doctor. There was silence for a moment, then Rose spoke.
"Actually, that jumper looks pretty daggy. It could pass off as a peasant's clothes." And with that Rose laughed as the Doctor chased her out the door.
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I've got more, but I thought I'd start off slow. Please review!