This is my first fanfic! I hope you like it! My favourite couple, The Doctor and Rose.

A Scene from Tooth and Claw – just another beautiful night…

'Your companion begs her apologies, Doctor. Her clothing has somewhat delayed her', the butler announced with an unfathomable countenance.

The Doctor licked his fingers and answered 'Oh that's alright still got a wee bit of ham.' He smiled.

'The feral child could probably eat it raw', Queen Victoria said with a glimmer of amusement. The captain on her right giggled perfunctorily and a little nervously. He was the only one who laughed.

'Very wise ma'am', he said catching her eye. 'Very witty'.

'Slightly witty perhaps', the Queen replied to his outburst with a stern look of superiority. 'I know you rarely get the chance to dine with me, Captain, but don't get too excited.'

The captain cast down his gaze modestly and the Doctor merely gave a subtle smile.

'I shall contain my wit', The Queen continued, 'In case I do you further injury'.

'Yes ma'am. Sorry', the Captain said.

Heads turned towards the door frame as a pair of footsteps approached. Rose appeared at the doorway to the dining parlour. She had donned on a rich, dark velvet blue dress and had tied her hair back messily into a bun. The dress suited her beautifully and had given another hue to her dynamic personality.

'Sorry I got a bit caught up', she said tentatively. 'Thanks Sir Robert. It's beautiful', she added.

The Doctor was staring at Rose with a dazed looked. The slight dropping of his eyelids gave him a look that was almost lost in a trance/.

Queen Victoria noticed the Doctor's unusual quiet demeanour and sensed that the two were not the mere 'detectives' they said they were. She saw Rose herself and was caught in a confounded moment at the complete loss of 'feral looks'.

The Captain gazed up at her as well. However, unwilling to sacrifice another foolish act, he lowered his gazed and continued sipping his soup.

Queen Victoria broke the silence, 'You're a lucky man Doctor', she said with a hint of something else. She eyed Rose to occupy the seat directly opposite to the Doctor.

The Doctor still had not reached his senses and still gazed at Rose intermittently. Her eyes interlocked with his.

'Yeah…I supposed I am', he replied still focusing on Rose who gave him a soft smile.

There remained yet another awkward silence as if everyone was so completely immersed in their dinner in front of them.

The Doctor picked up the folded napkin from his lap and wiped the sides of his mouth then smiled.

'So, we're all waiting for Sir Robert. Come sir, it would almost do us a tale of nightmares.'

'Indeed, since my husband's death I find myself with more of a taste for supernatural fiction', Queen Victoria's arrested quality became somewhat less impaling on the occupants of the dinner table as she said this.

'You must miss him', Rose said.

'Very much. Oh completely,' a slight quiver in her voice was becoming more renounced. Her gaze was becoming more rigid as she stared into the walls ahead. She was quiet unaware of talking of something as delicate as this in front of people. 'And that's a charm of a ghost story isn't it? Not the scares and chills that's just for children but the hope of some contact with the great beyond. We all want some message from that place. It's the creator's greatest mystery that we're allowed no such consolation. The dead stay silent and we must wait.' She then let out a flustered sigh as she tried vainly to forget what she just said. The Doctor and Rose looked at her pityingly reminded of their own adventures long ago. The atmosphere had changed drastically. Uncompromising tension had filled the room.

'Come, begin your tale, Sir Robert', Queen Victoria said. 'There's a chill in the air. Wind is howling through the leaves. Tell us of monsters'.

'The story goes back 300 years. Every full moon, the howling rings through the valley. The next morning, livestock is found ripped apart and…devoured.'

'Tales like these just disguise the work of thieves. Steal the sheep, blame the wolf. Simple as that.'

'But sometimes a child goes missing. Once in a generation, a boy will vanish from his home state. My father didn't take it as a story. He said it was fact. He even claimed to have communed with the beast to have learned its purpose. I should've listened. Because what was hidden, he made enemies.' His voice shook as he cast apprehensive glances at the butler a few feet away behind him.

The Doctor leaned forward, taking this as a cue that something was wrong in the house also looking at the butler admonishingly. Sir Robert then whispered frantically to him. The rest of the occupants at the table remained disturbingly silent as they tried to clasp the information that was just revealed to them.

The butler had been unaware of the whispered conversation between the Doctor and Sir Robert. His cold eyes were alive and said: 'It's almost a full moon tonight…but it will be tomorrow. Please, your rooms are ready for you.'

'I will retire for the night. Sir Robert, Captain, Doctor, Rose...' Queen Victoria lowered her head towards each of them as she stood up. Her black dress, still in mourning, tailed slowly behind her.

'Your room will be shown to you', the butler reached for her plate and cast his head down modestly.

'Thank you'. She left the table, the aura of superiority and power leaving with her tucking her chair in neatly. She then left with a defined manner.

'We'd better be off too', the Doctor said, Rose nodding in confirmation.

They fare welled Sir Robert and the captain and followed the bald butler (they all seemed to be bald) to the room. They turned to the right and walked along a (quite long, Rose thought) dingy, cold corridor.

'This will be you resting place for the night. Kindly ask for any assistance if required', the butler told them with the same unfathomable expression. Did Rose detect a sinister look he cast at the Doctor? Or was it just the strange curve of the butler's face. She disregarded the thought and smiled in approval.

'Thanks.' The Doctor replied. 'Didn't know butlers had...you know...no hair...Is it some sort of fashion now?' he added mockingly.

The butler just stared. Rose cast the Doctor a displeasing look - whatever was wrong, there was no need to be this rude...

'Ah well. Thanks anyway'.

The butler merely tilted his head and left, his footsteps echoing distantly along the corridor.

The Doctor pushed the door open revealing a comfortable, typical 19th century room.


Rose's thoughts were still diverted from the beauty of the room 'So do you think something is up with the house? I mean creepy...'

'Quite possibly...' the Doctor answered in deep thought. 'The butlers...look more like...I don't know...monks to me. Don't you think?'

He eyed Rose apprehensively. She knew deep down that he was conniving for some adventure, some dark threat to the human race in which he would ultimately save the day. Feeling divided between amusement and guilt at the fact that she too felt the excitement at the very thought, Rose remarked:

'Well,' she said, carefully choosing her words so that whatever the Doctor was thinking wouldn't be distracted. 'Sir Robert's house, Queen Victoria...it's all a bit secrety you know. Weird? Alien?...adventurous?' she smiled cheekily.

The Doctor gave her a look that was divided between amusement and excitement and a slight hint of guilt. He walked from where they had just entered to the window at the opposite end gazing out in the oppressive darkness of the Scottish landscape.

'It's almost a full moon tonight…but it will be tomorrow'. He remarked darkly.

Rose gaped at him, a look of fear extant in her eyes.

'What did Sir Robert say to you?' Rose asked. 'What's wrong?'

The Doctor's eyes interlocked with hers and didn't look away. He inhaled deeply.

'He said what if the monks turned away from God and worshipped the wolf?'

Rose stared, a cold shiver running through her veins.

The Doctor continued 'I'm afraid they're with us right now. Standing right outside our door. And we can't do anything. Not tonight…there's too many of them, everywhere. Oh I should've known…19th century Scotland? Queen Victoria? Haunted villages? Sir Robert and this house? Everything was obvious from the beginning…they would've had this place surrounded'.

'So what do we do now?' Rose asked unconvincingly.

'Nothing', the Doctor murmured plainly. 'We retire for the night'.

'So that's it?' Rose asked somewhat disappointed. 'What do we do tomorrow then?'

'We find out why they're here. We find out where the wolf is. We find out what its intention is with Queen Victoria. We don't need it to change the history of the human race. Not now'.

'And we also need to know where Lady Isabelle is, and her maids and cooks.'

'Ah yes'. The Doctor leaned back on the window sill. He had seated himself on the window sill at the far side of the room, his legs outstretched. Rose was standing next to him looking out the window.


The walls of the room were embellished with wooden carvings which shone, even for wood, in the midst of burning candles. A wardrobe clutched fiercely at the wall on the left and a bed rested immediately to the right of the door.

'Did I tell you you look beautiful tonight?' The Doctor admired suddenly looking at Rose.

'Did you? I must've missed it when you said so...' Rose smiled. 'Thank you'.

The Doctor got up and walked slowly a few steps towards Rose. His gaze interlocked with hers. He walked even closer and lowered his head so that it was almost directly in front of Rose. He leaned forward hesitantly as his lips ghosted along hers. He deliberately stopped right in front, when they were almost touching letting everything just sink in...

Both of them leaned forward at the same time, their lips touching sweetly and gently. His arms gradually wound around her waist as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed against each other. Rose's hands moved upwards to tousle his hair as their kiss deepened.

They sighed breathlessly. Her lips parted prolonging their kiss as they poured out their untold notions of love for each other.

'I'm so glad I met you, Rose Tyler'.

'Me too'.

They smiled.