This is my first ever fanfic, and the first time I have properly sat down and written creatively in about five years.
Shocking as this is, please be kind...
...On the other hand, I would really, really appreciate some reviews, favourites or ANY response at all, even if it is shredding this to bits.
(The obligatory) DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who. However, I plan to.
"Rose!"
The Doctor was waiting by the TARDIS console, fiddling with his coat and tapping his foot impatiently.
"Come on, Rose, we're gonna be late!"
Rose stuck her head round the door of her room. "I'm coming! Honestly, Doctor, you can't rush a woman when she's deciding what to wear."
The Doctor groaned. "Rose, it's only the theatre - you'll be sitting in the dark for most of it!"
"Oh yeah?" she shot back, "This is the eighteenth century. In France. It's all about appearance."
He looked down at himself. "Well, I do think I look unusually smart."
"Yeah, well, you can just stick a suit on and you're done." She glared at his tux, as though it had done her a personal insult.
"What?" he cried defensively. "A lot of time and effort went into producing this level of perfection!"
Rose snorted. "All a man has to do to look unusually smart is to take out the same outfit he wears every time he needs to look unusually smart! It's not like that for women you know! We have to worry about dresses and jewellery and accessories and whether other women will be wearing the same thing…" She raised he eyebrows at the Doctor's smirk. "You see, we have to exercise judgement."
Even the Doctor considered this a low blow. "Black tie is a gift to men!" he cried in exasperation, "It makes anyone look as good as it is possible to look… though I say so myself. Why would I throw that away?"
"I'm just trying to help you understand the burden a woman bears every time she goes out," Rose said calmly, withdrawing again to her wardrobe.
"Yes, exactly!" he called into her room. "Women have to fall back on make up, botox… surgery! The cosmetic and sartorial yoke under which you women labour is terrifying!" Rose deigned to reply. He sighed and sat down on the grating.
Somehow he knew this would be a long wait.
"I told you we'd be late."
Rose didn't answer as they approached the large wooden front doors of the opera house and found them closed. She was wearing a deep red ankle length dress, and her hair had been twisted up into an elegant knot. But apparently it had all been for nothing.
The Doctor attempted to negotiate with an attendant but was soon turned away. "Well that was a waste of time," he sighed, resigned.
"Sorry," said Rose.
He slid his arm through hers and they walked back down the steps towards the TARDIS. "Never mind. Let's do something else. I hear good things about this anti-gravity restaurant on Metabelis 2. Fancy giving it a go?"
"Yeah, ok."
He looked at her for a second. "You do look nice though."
"Thanks," she smiled.
Whoot! First ever fic :D
People have asked why they didn't just go back in the TARDIS. Well, they became part of events there, so they would have been in two places at once… I know they've done it before but I'm trying to dig myself out here!
Thank you for reading :)