Summary: A child fanfic writer is stalked on the archive she posts in...whatever will the Doctor do...do you think? ONESHOT
A/N: Dedicated to Scarlett Phlame in the hope it will make her feel better after this whole mess.
Doctor Who and the Red Firegirl
He looked at her for a moment, rather enjoying the gaping jaw of the girl, but finally nodded sharply. "Yeah, you're not safe out here, so I think you need a doctor, me to be exact..." He told her, taking her by her wrist and towing her into the TARDIS while she was still stuttering. "Safely behind the shields, then, that's where you need to be." He smiled then, gently and twirled about...showing off his Technicolor coat. "Safe as houses."
Another male voice spoke, one she knew. She spun around, grinning at the the Ninth Doctor. "Yeah, except for the color blindness you're going to get if you hang about with Six...well? Come on, then...I landed in his console room just to spare you that." Nine told the Red Firegirl and yanked her inside, slamming the door in his younger self's face, wincing in embarrassment at the sight of The Coat.
"Grab onto something, a rail or one of the struts...you know how he drives." Rose told her.
"Yeah. Rubbish driver, him...and it never gets any better." The Red Firegirl answered, grinning. "Though, actually, when you really think about it, I think your Six's trousers are worse...you do remove the coat sometimes, yeah? The lemon yellows never go away."
"Oi!" Ninth grumbled but sent the ship hurtling into the vortex just the same.
**END**