Chapter 1 – New story, with a twist. Doctor Who like you've never seen before.
The Doctor. He has an unusual name, yet it makes sense. A week with him and it's all your saying.
"Doctor!" Rose rounded the corner to find him looking at a brown puddle on the floor. She paused and placed her hands on her hips, "Are you drunk?"
"No…" He rubbed his hand over the puddle, and then pouted. "I spilt it!"
"You are!" A roar came from around the corner she'd just come from.
The Doctor giggled, "It's just so easy."
"You idiot! I have what's-his-face from the pub down the road – you know the one; large, stupid and green – chasing me because you left without paying." She nudged the Doctor as he slumped across the puddle, slurping up its remnants.
"Wha-at?" The Doctor looked up in drunken annoyance.
Rose lifted him up, "He-eere we go."
What's-his-face-from-down-the-pub was gaining on them, which seemed impossible because his three ton body weight survived on only two feet. Then again, Rose had to support the Doctor, when he was drunk and singing.
"One, two three, four five – Once I caught a fish alive – Six, seven, eight, nine, ten – then I put him back again – blurgh – Why did… put him back – Because he was dead! Ha!"
Rose really wanted to laugh at him, but with What's-his-face-from-down-the-pub close to biting her head off, she had more important things to do.
"Come back here, you munchkin!" He yelled, trying to sound threatening, but it had no effect on Rose. The inhabitants of Chug (known as Chugged) considered pet-names like Munchkin or Sweetheart to be an insult.
"Don't you call Rose a munchkin," the Doctor said this as he stopped dead and span round to face off What's-his-f… "She's my munchkin!" He glanced at the green giant in front of him, and looked stunned, "You're big!"
Rose smiled. The Doctor had a way to make her feel great without even trying, but in this case she wasn't sure whether it was an insult, a compliment, or simply the alcohol. Any way, it still meant he was standing up for her.
"Come on, you stupid drunk, he'll kill you!" Rose tugged at his arm.
The Doctor saw the look on the Chugged's face and sensed she was right. He widened his eyes and attempted to rush off, but soon tripped over a conveniently placed plant pot.
Rose rolled her eyes and giggled wildly. When the Doctor was drunk, it kind of rubbed off on her.
"Get up, you clumsy oaf! Come on." In between short bursts of laughter, she managed to grab the Doctor and get through a door to the Chug equivalent of a fire escape.
Rose looked over to the Doctor as they stood out of breath at the bottom.
"You git!"
"There she is!" The Doctor waved to the Tardis in his drunken state.
At Chug the ale was so strong that this would last at least three whole days, so as soon as the Doctor managed to get the key into the keyhole Rose decided to get drunk as well. It would be more fun that way.
Five days later they were both exhausted, and on top of each other. To cut it short, they'd both collapsed, conveniently one beneath the other.
Rose was still mildly awake, so when she heard the Doctor snoring she thought she ought to take him to his room. He was heavier than she'd thought.
"Get out of my way!" she slurred at the Tardis' console.
The Doctor opened one eye while still being dragged along by Rose. She got about 2 feet before falling onto him in a giggling fit.
"Hey." Rose jumped as the Doctor hugged her.
"Hey," she laughed, "What are you doing?"
"I want to ask you something." Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Do you love me?"
Rose was immediately silent, and as the Doctor turned her over he saw she was asleep, and doubted she'd heard what he asked. He didn't know whether to be angry that the time he finally got up the nerve to ask her, she'd fainted, or relieved because she hadn't heard him actually ask it.
He poked her in the rib, "Rose?"
She groaned.
"Did you hear me?"
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "No. What did you say?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
Before he had the chance to say anything else she was snoring, and he smiled, before giving her a peck on the cheek.
It wasn't easy being the Doctor. He rarely slept, had constant work to do, and when he decided to get drunk and have five days off, he had even less sleep, and even more work to do. Definitely not easy.
As Rose came out of her bedroom to the console room, she massaged her head and walked over to where the Doctor was.
"Hey, what 'cha doin'?" He sang.
How he managed to be happy after a hangover this bad she had no idea.
"Trying to stay alive," she replied.
"Oh, yeah, you humans get really bad hangover's, don't you," he stood up and walked over to her. It astounded him how easy it was for her to look beautiful, even with a massive hangover and hair all over the place. "Unlucky."
As he turned back to the Tardis, Rose bit her lip, and asked, "Hey, there's something I need to know."
He span back around and gave her a hug. "What?"
Her lip wavered, "Did we… do anything last night."
The Doctor, still holding her arms, pulled away and gave her a questioning look, "What type of anything?"
"You know," she squirmed, "Did we… sleep together?"
The Doctor raised his eyebrows and let go of her. "Why? You don't think we did, do you?"
"Um, it's either that or I had a rather saucy dream…" she stretched, "And I'm hoping the dream." She paused. "Why would I even dream that?"
The Doctor could barely contain his pleasure, so he hid it in humour. "It's 'cause you lo-ove me," he sang, "You lo-ove me!"
He danced off to his bedroom, still singing, leaving Rose alone rubbing her legs. He had no idea that she did.
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