Dealing with the Doctor-Late Night Snacks
DISCLAIMER: I, LaurenRenee_12, do not own any of the things found in this fanfiction other than the ideas. Those rights go to the original creators of Doctor Who and the current writers.
Is that…chips? Rose thought, groggily. Who could be having chips at this hour? She rolled over, sleep still holding onto her, refusing to let go. She glanced at her little alarm clock sitting on her bedside table. Its digital red numbers glowed 5:47 a.m. She groaned and closed her eyes. Her bed felt so warm and comfortable, she fell back asleep almost instantly.
What seemed like only seconds later, a loud bang erupted from outside her room. She sat bolt upright and looked around. Pale blue light streamed in her window through the thin curtains, giving everything a ghostly blue glow. She threw the sheet that had tangled around her legs off of her and made her way to the door.
The world seemed to move in slow motion around her. She stumbled over clothes that had been strewn on the floor and struggled to stay standing. She made it to the door and flung it open. Whatever made the crash had gone silent, which worried her more.
Rose walked quickly down the hall, not risking running just so she could trip and bust her head open. When she made it to the dining room she froze. There was a soft rustling coming from the kitchen. She backed up against the wall and she felt something solid poke her in the back. It was a little wooden table with one drawer that held all their random things. She opened it up and reached her hand blindly inside, all the while never taking her eyes from the dark kitchen doorway.
Her hand closed around something cold and round. She pulled out a yellow screwdriver. Better than nothing, she thought. She held it out in front of her as a defense against their intruder.
She moved quickly to the wall and put her back against it. Peeking around it into the kitchen, she saw a dark figure hunched over, rummaging through their refrigerator. Rose placed her hand on the light switch and silently counted to three. On three she flicked on the light and jumped out from behind the wall, swinging the screwdriver blindly.
"Ah!" A high-pitched squeal arose from the intruder. It was the Doctor. He was in the process of eating a basket of cold chips and drinking a glass of milk.
"Doctor, what are you doing? It's five in the morning!" Rose asked, sinking into one of the dining room chairs. She set the screwdriver on the table and rubbed her temples.
"I was hungry," he answered simply, downing the rest of his milk and sitting in the chair across from Rose. "You know I never really got hungry as a Time Lord, but as a human I could just eat and eat and eat!"
"And that's where a little thing called body fat comes in," she smiled. "Trust me it's not pleasant."
"Sorry I woke you; I'm much less agile as a human." He looked at her thoughtfully.
"Is that an insult?"
"No! Of course not, some humans are very … sprightly." the Doctor tried.
Rose laughed, but hushed up when there was a bang from her mother's room. They looked at each other.
"Oh, no. We've woken Mum." Rose whispered in horror.
"Goodnight!" the Doctor hurriedly jumped up from the table and made his way into the living room, taking a handful of cold chips with him. Rose smiled and turned off the kitchen light before making her way back to her own room before feeling the wrath of her cranky mother.
And sleep, thought Rose as she sunk into her bed under the warm sheets