Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written for timepetalsprompts on tumblr and their weekly prompt, "joy."
Double drabble, 200 words as the separator is not a word. ;)
"Rose," the Doctor moaned loudly from the en suite. "This is just horrible!"
Rose Tyler took a deep breath and entered, unsure of what she would find. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection in disgust.
"What's wrong?"
His left eyebrow arched. "What do you mean what's wrong?" Incredulity was high in his voice and he gestured wildly at his hair. "That! Just look at it!"
She tucked her tongue in her mouth, hiding a smile. He was distressed after all. "Ah." She reached behind him into a cupboard and pulled out some hair gel.
Was that all she had to say? He was having a crisis but Rose didn't seem very concerned!
"What do you mean, ah? My hair! It's flat!" He motioned at his head.
"Just needs a little product is all."
"Product? My hair has lost its Time Lordiness! It was always perfect exactly as is!"
"That a technical term?"
"Yes!"
"Here."
She put some gel in her hand and ran her fingers through his hair. Joy and warmth spread through him at her touch. Looking at his reflection, the Doctor smiled. He could live with this, especially if Rose always helped.