~The Doctor, Rose, and the Tardis are the property of the BBC and certainly not me. Nor do I lay claim to the ridiculous Heelies or whatever they are. Bloody shoes with wheels, I want no part of them! ~

"What have I told you about roller-skating in the Tardis?" the Doctor asked as he ran a scanner over Rose's leg.

"But I wasn't roller-skating, I was roller-blading!" she protested, "There's a difference, you see, in the wheels…" her voice trailed off as the Doctor glared at her.

"Right then, no more roller-skating or roller-blading in the Tardis! In fact, no attaching wheels to your feet at all." He stated as he wrapped a bandage around her knee. "I don't fancy patching you again, got it?"

"So it's okay outside the Tardis then?" Rose asked him, grinning with the tip of her tongue caught by her teeth.

"Oh yes, just so long as you don't get any blood or guts or intestines or what have you on the outside. Ruins the paint job you know." the Doctor replied, grinning wildly back at her.

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"Rose!" the Doctor yelled, sounding utterly exasperated, "I told you…"

"Oi!" she interrupted, "You said no more rollering! This is a skateboard, not attached to my feet in any way, shape, or form." She struggled to sit up, wincing as her bruised and battered knees banged together.

"But…but…" he stuttered, "Well, fine then! No more wheels of any kind at all in the Tardis! So there!" and he turned and stalked off down the hall.

Rose rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at his retreating back.

"I saw that!" he called back to her.

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Rose ran into the Tardis' control room, looking extremely excited. "Doctor! You'll never guess what room I just found!" she cried.

Without looking up from the console, the Doctor began to tick off on his fingers, "The Room of Neon Colored Fluffy Things? The Room of Impossibly Large Tea-cups? The Room of Misappropriated Traffic Signs? The Room of Sickeningly Pink Hair Accessories? The Room of…"

"An ice-skating rink! Wait, pink hair accessories?"

"Sickeningly pink. And no, Rose."

What do you mean, no?"

"No. Nein. Non. Nada. Absolutely not. No way. Not happening." he declared.

"…no what?", she asked, feeling slightly confused.

"No ice-skating." he stated adamantly.

"But…!"

"No."

"You said…"

"No."

"Oh come…"

"No."

"Well fine then! No ice-skating." She snarled, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she sank into the one seat the room contained. She leaned back into it, prepared to sulk for the next few hours. Suddenly she was struck with a thought, "Doctor, you mentioned…"

"No pink thingies either." He declared without even turning to look at her.

"Phooey."

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"Doctor! Want to see what I got at the shoe store?" Rose asked, dropping her multitude of shopping bags on the Tardis floor and digging through them to find her shoe bag.

"Wait, let me guess!" the Doctor said, placing his fingers at his temples and waggling his eyebrows, "I'm seeing…shoes!"

"Har har. Very funny", Rose grumbled as she pulled on her newest purchase. Standing up, she leaned back on her heels and…

"Gah! Wheels? On the shoes? No no no!" the Doctor cried, pulling at his hair in frustration.

"Oh yes yes yes!" Rose teased as she spun around him and continued to circle the console. "They're called Heelies or something like that, and I'm going to wear them all the time" she taunted.

"Rose?" he called, almost bashfully.

"Yes Doctor?"

"…do they come in my size?!?"