The Day Trip to the Moon
Rose stumbled out of her bed, bleary eyed. The sky was dark outside, wandering through distant galaxies. But Rose had not sacrificed her lie in for a view. She'd been woken by a crashing from the kitchen. Rose was not happy. Had the Doctor got another exotic pet?
"We had enough trouble with the howler monkey" She muttered, and set her course for the kitchen. Today the TARDIS was being particularly irritating. It was hiding the Doctor again. Rose understood if he just wanted to be alone, after all you would, if you'd been saving nations and destroying evil nemeses for hundreds of years, she supposed. But today it was simply being tricksy. When the TARDIS was like this, it just made your life difficult by turning doors into waterslides and suchlike. Rose had never been a morning person, and she was not particularly impressed. At least there was nothing involving cold water...
Soon she found herself standing in the door of the kitchen. The TARDIS had several kitchens, ranging from a very professional one that had appeared soon after Rose and the Doctor started watching Masterchef (And the Doctor decided to do an impression of Greg Wallace saying "I'd stick me head in that!"), to her favourite, a medium sized, homely kitchen with soft blue walls and thick wood chopping boards.
However, crashes were not usually heard from empty kitchens in the early hours of the morning. Rose poked her head around the door gingerly. To her amazement, she saw the Doctor, wearing a comedy apron he bought from a trip to Rome, which had the lower parts of a male (nude) stone statue across the bottom, however, this also contrasted rather oddly with red lace-up converse trainers, and his usual smart suit. But even more hilarious was the fact that he was flipping fried eggs with one hand, waving a frying pan in the other, and was singing along to Duck Sauce's song Barbra Streisand. Rose had trouble stifling her snort of laughter as she stuffed her fist into her mouth, and promptly fell over, legs kicking in her sweatpants. Soon the Doctor came sprinting out of the kitchen with an egg in his hand. He stopped short when he saw her, and looked confused.
"I thought you were asleep!"
"I was until you decided to attack the frying pans!" Rose giggled slightly, and stood up, sitting on the banister
"Oh no, I was trying to make you a surprise breakfast." The Doctor looked cross with himself
"I'm very disappointed with you." Rose tried to keep a straight face as she felt the urge to convulse with laughter rise up inside her. The Doctor saw she wasn't serious and chuckled loudly, sweeping her off the staircase and into the kitchen, spinning round wildly. He set her down, so she was standing alongside him, as they swayed gently to the music of Fly Me To The Moon, a song the Doctor loved above all others. He crooned along to it, a lovely tenor voice, rich and comforting. He stopped dancing and sat Rose on the work surface.
"Where would you like me to fly you today?" He asked quietly. Rose looked into his eyes and replied softly.
"Fly me to the Moon"
Okay my lovely fans, hope you enjoyed this chapter, another will be along soon, don't you worry Don't we all love Masterchef! I'm not insulting Greg Wallace, I think he's really cool, don't fret. I welcome constructive criticism! Any ideas are welcome as well.