Accio Psychic Paper!
A/N: Just trying this on for size. Please let me know what you think!
"Rose?"
Rose was not in a good mood.
"Rose?"
No, in fact, her mood was probably one of the worst that had ever been felt in over a century in both directions. If she so desired, she probably could bottle up her mood somewhere in the eighty first century, and sell each ounce for millions upon millions of credit a teaspoon.
You see, Rose was in such a very bad mood.
"Rose?"
She noted with some satisfaction that the Doctor, the designated driver, in fact, seemed to be panicking slightly at her lack of response, and that sounds of useless random junk being thrown away were increasing in volume and frequency. To be truthful, she probably would have responded, too, if she wasn't face to face with one of the more frightening members of the Doctor's giant "Bad-Aliens-Who-Cannot-Be-Released-Under-Any-Circumstances-Because-They-Will-Be-A-Bad-Influence-In-A-Very-Not-Good-Way" Collection. This particular specimen, which sported giant horns and what seemed to be poisonous claws on its limbs and tail, appeared to be waking up rather irritated, like she herself had done not a few moments ago. However, she realized that while her bad mood may cost millions upon millions of credit per teaspoon, this creature was an alien, and probably had a far greater capacity to do harm unto others than she did. So Rose was being as quiet as a very, very angry girl her age could be, and hoping against hope that the creature would open its eye, find her vastly uninteresting, and go back to sleep.
The creature opened its eye at last, and Rose wondered to herself why, if such a creature was so very dangerous, it was onboard the TARDIS at the same time that she, a very mortal human being was enjoying her stay as well, and not in fact, in a cage, preferably one made of titanium or something far more solid.
"Hello," she said timidly, and it roared rather loudly, and rudely, if she might say so herself.
She closed her eyes, wrinkling her nose slightly at the foul breath of this creature, and asked silently why such a well equipped creature couldn't also have minty fresh breath while it was at it.
Ah, she discovered. Because that would make life far too simple.
"Oh, that is very, very not good." The Doctor said, slightly quieter, and she looked up and saw one of his hazel eyes peering at her concernedly. "Alright, Rose, you see that thing next to you? The button?"
"Yeah?" she asked, taking a deep breath as she did so.
"You might not want to touch that."
Rose took a deep, calming breath and thought of sunshine, and daisies. She thought of rabbits, and blue skies, and hot tea and the smell of pine— which was promptly thrown out by the breath of the creature she faced.
"Really." Rose raised an eyebrow. "Mind telling me which button I should be pressing, then, Doctor?"
"Right!" he almost shouted, but he seemed to think better of it. "One moment, then, Rose!"
"Well that ruins my plans," she muttered sarcastically. "I was planning on taking a little trip!"
"No need to panic," he murmured, searching deftly through piles of random junk. "Aha!"
Rose peered up again, glancing only for a second at the strange green contraption he held before aligning her gaze with the creature again, which seemed to be several feet closer and sniffing her rather hungrily. Why was she always in these situations? She was the bait, and he was the tackler? Well, not quite, but it was clear enough that the creature, the hideous, bad breathed alien was always stuck in a room with her, while the Doctor zoomed about in his own chatty, happy-go-lucky mood and untangled her from her problems. Although, she reflected wryly, if she was to be chatty and happy-go-lucky whilst saving their lives, there's probably be no more lives to save by the time she finished rambling. She offered a small smile at the creature.
It smiled back.
Rose raised her eyebrows again. It couldn't have. What creature smiles at someone when they're about to eat them? That was just…very common. But the creature's smile wasn't an evil sort of "Watch me tear you to pieces and make you scream and torture you and then eat you because you're a delectable human" (funnily enough, it was always humans that the aliens found rather delicious) It was a timid smile in return to her own, which was strange. The whole idea was…not altogether ridiculous, now that she considered it. Anger forgotten, she looked at it again, and winked curiously.
It winked back.
Okay, weird.
"Hello," she began again, becoming slightly unnerved by its smile, which seemed frozen in place. "My name is Rose."
It growled, but not in a menacing way. It seemed confused. "Roar."
Brows furrowed, she took a step closer and sounded out her name for the creature. "Rose. Can you say that? Rose."
"Rose."
"Wow," she said laughing a little breathlessly, but panic will do that to people. "There's something you don't see every day. Can you…actually understand me?"
It nodded at her.
"What's your name, then? Hmm?" Rose spun around to find the Doctor behind her. He smiled reassuringly at her and then again at the creature.
It merely looked confused.
"So, Doctor, what is it?" she asked, feeling slightly guilty for talking about it like it wasn't there. After all, the creature could hear and understand them perfectly well, it just couldn't communicate its own thoughts yet.
"Couldn't tell you if I wanted. He's never been on board before," he said, fascinated. He studied the creature thoroughly, grabbing his specs and pushing them on his nose curiously before allowing his mouth to make a round O. "Although, I'm willing to bet I know where he came from."
"And where's that, then?" she asked.
"Weelll," he said, pointing at the neck of the creature with the corners of his mouth and eyes turned up delightedly, "That's a one of a kind collar, isn't it?"
Rose stepped closer and touched the underside of the tag, bringing it up horizontally so she could see in the dim lighting poking through the hole in the top. "If found, please return to… no way. That isn't possible."
"Aw, come on, Rose," the Doctor pouted. "Haven't I taught you better than that yet? Anything's possible. Allons-y! I can't wait for this one to start. Molto bene! Hah!"
Shooting one last smile at the creature, she followed the certifiably insane Doctor through the small hole he had created among piles of junk, unsure of what to believe.
There was no way it was possible. He had to be pulling her leg.
"Return to Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys, Hogwarts."
A/N: Please review. Should I continue this? Or no? Should I make this have romantic-ness between Rose and the Doctor? Or no? Any suggestions or wishes from anyone? Whichever, review!
Ugh, cliché ending. Yeep.