What's your favorite color?
The first time anyone had asked Rose Tyler that, she was in kindergarten. She had giggled and looked down at her pink shirt, pointing and happily saying "Pink!"
After that, anytime she'd been asked that question, the answer was just simply 'pink'. No thinking about it, not questioning it, just answer the question and get on with her daily life. She liked pink, it was a pretty color, but she had never really cared all that much or put much thought into it. After all, it was just a color, no big deal.
Once the Doctor stopped flipping the controls on the TARDIS and looked at her.
"Rose," he'd asked, "What's your favorite color?" She had stared at him in confusion for a few seconds (after all, it was a bit of a random question unless you'd just met the person, and she definitely knew the Doctor better than that) then smiled and answered his question.
"Pink," She said simply.
"Why?" He'd asked.
She laughed. "Does there have to be a reason? I just like it, it's pretty."
"No, I guess not," He'd said, and then started going back to his TARDIS, excitedly going on about the amazing next planet they were going to visit, but Rose wasn't paying attention.
Because of course she had a reason. After a special day in her life, pink had become a lot more to her than just a color. Because the day she first met the Doctor, she'd been wearing pink.
Yup, another Doctor Who story. xD But since these are just little drabbles, it'll go faster, and I'll probably be updating this really fast.
So, review and tell me what you thougt! :)