Author's Note: My first Dr. Who drabble. I just…I don't know. I like Dr. Who. And the Doctor. And Rose. Also I know I'm setting myself up with this because people can be jerks on the Internet (trufax), but please don't comment with anything about what happens past the end of second season. I'm still watching it.
A Nice Cup Of Tea
"I think it's raining," Rose said, peering out the door. Drops of greenish liquid fell from the sky in torrents, thumping against the roof and dripping down the sides to pool in front of the Tardis in sickly green puddles.
The Doctor peered around her to squint at the sky. "Why, so it is! Brilliant!" he exclaimed, heading back inside the TARDIS. Rose wrinkled her nose, turning to face him.
"What's so brilliant about rain? And it looks sort of green and foul. You don't think it's acid, do you?" She glanced uncertainly over her shoulder, out at the cloud-covered sky and the tall, windowless skyscrapers of Altrus 12.3, their current destination.
"Aah, nah, acid? Nothing like that." The Doctor had trotted back toward the area of the Tardis where convenient things like appropriate period clothes were kept, tossing around things helter and skelter, hmming to himself. "No, not that, not…" he pulled out a large rubber duck and a small buzzing piece of machinery, then discarded them both. "Now where did I put…Aha! Here we go then, these should do the trick."
He held aloft what Rose supposed could have, in better circumstances, been umbrellas. True, all the fabric was gone, leaving only metal spokes between the empty slices of air and the handles were half-rusted off, but the resemblance was there. Even as the Doctor lifted them, though, one of them cracked in half and fell to the ground.
"Hmm. Well, that's a bit…" The Doctor trailed off, contemplating the half an umbrella he was holding.
Rose suppressed a giggle, covering her mouth with one hand. She took one last glance outside at the rain-drenched world. "Well, maybe we'll just stay inside until the weather clears up a bit. Have a nice cup of tea, like mum would say."
The Doctor glanced up at her. She smiled at him, the corners of her mouth drawing up slowly, her eyes sparkling. He grinned. "Sounds like a fantastic idea," he said as she pulled the doors shut with a resounding thud.
And the police box sat alone, green rain dripping down its sides as they had a nice cup of tea.