Favorite Doctor: #10 (David Tennant)
The Doctor stood observing the reflection opposite him. In it was a long, thin man with big eyes and freckles. His hair was brown and rather fluffy with sideburns, yet it suited his face perfectly. The face itself was equally nice, with high cheekbones, a thin upper lip and a pouty lower lip. It was rather nice to look at. The man was dressed in a perfectly tailored blue pin-stripe suit and slightly battered red converse sneakers. The Doctor studied the man's every movement as if it were a new life form. He then shrugged on his tan overcoat and strode out the door; the reflection followed.
It was his second day with his newest face-his tenth, to be exact-and he still had yet to figure out if he liked it. He normally wouldn't worry about such mundane things but Rose was freaked out when he had changed. She looked horrified. She was upset-he remembered hearing her cry to her mum about him not trusting her while he was sick-she felt abandoned and untrustworthy. With good reason, he supposed.
As he walked into the TARDIS control room Rose looked up from her book and smiled at him brightly. His doubt about his appearance vanished. the Doctor grinned boyishly at his beautiful companion and bounced over to her.
"Where to next?"
A/N This is my first attempt at a 30-day challenge, so bare with me please. Also, forgive the choking amount of Rose/Ten fluff.
Concrit welcomed, flames are frowned upon, and reviews are almost as lovely as David Tennant's freckles.
Midnight Valentina