Hey everyone! This fic is based on the Doctor Who novel called The Stealers of Dreams. The audiobook is narrated by Jackie! You can read this fic without reading the novel, but it's a good novel and you should go find it.
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"Doctor?"
"Mm?" Rose waited until the Doctor had extricated himself from the bowels of the consul and turned his attention to her. "What is it?"
"You remember back on… 467 delta something?"
"Colony world 4378976 dot Delta-Four? Of course I remember it, Rose. Fantastic memory, me."
"Right," she agreed. "Well, you know when I was fantasy-crazy?"
"Fantasy-crazy," the Doctor repeated, almost indulgently, as he sat up and rested his back against a convenient bit of consul. "Love that phrase. Sounds like a right good time, doesn't it? Yeah, I remember. You imagined that I helped you break into the big white house when, really, I didn't get there for hours."
"You said that all of your – well, its – charm an' wit an' smarts, that all came from me. My head."
"Well, it did. You were the one doing the imagining."
"Right," Rose said again. "Well, then, I'm just wonderin'… cos, it's not exactly the sort of thing I normally talk about…"
"Go on, then."
"I'm just wonderin', if I got all of your personality down, whether I got the rest of it right too."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," Rose said, and paused for a second to smile, "that he was a really great kisser."
The Doctor opened his mouth. The Doctor closed his mouth. The Doctor thought for a few seconds and then said, "So you went fantasy-crazy, broke into the big white house, and…"
"Snogged you in a store cupboard where we were hidin' from the orderlies? Yeah."
"And now you're wonderin' how accurately you imagined my… snogging skills."
"Basically," Rose confirmed.
The Doctor was silent, thoughtful, for so long that Rose was sure he was going to tell her she had no right to imagine such things (honestly, she'd been fantasy-crazy, it's not like she really controlled it. That was the whole point), or change the subject, or just ignore her entirely.
But then he looked right into her eyes and said, "Well, you can hardly draw a conclusion with insufficient data, can you? Think we'd best work on that."
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Later, on her way back to her room, Rose passed Jack in the corridor. He stopped short at the sight of her and whistled in amazement.
"Now, there is a well-kissed girl or my name is Louise. So, you finally spilled about your imaginary snog, huh?"
Rose grinned. "Yeah. But how did you know? I never said!"
"Oh," Jack waved a dismissive hand, "You had that same smile when you broke me out. Anyone would've spotted it. And? Was it everything you'd imagined?"
Rose rolled her eyes at his teasing. "Actually, I'm not sure. I think there might still be some of those things in my brain - you know, the ones that make you fantasy-crazy. The Doctor thinks we should try the experiment again tomorrow, when we're sure they're all gone."
Jack was chuckling now. "And if they're not gone?"
She took a moment to school herself and answer seriously, but nothing could stop that grin. "Well, we'll just have to keep trying it, won't we? Won't do to have inaccurate data."