DR WHO: DOMESTIC
A/N - Ok, so it's my first foray into writing a Dr Who fic, although I have read loads lately. Hopefully it's all in character and erverything, I know it's really short but I just got a little burst of inspiration while re-watching the first series for pretty much the millionth time.
"Doctor? Doctor, have you seen my sock?"
Rose came tumbling through the door into the control room, hair in disarray, jeans and t-shirt thrown on in her usual style and…one bright pink sock.
"Why would I have seen your sock?" The Doctor ceased his tinkering just long enough to give her a puzzled look.
"Well I don't know, do I? I must have dropped it somewhere and I figured you or Jack might have picked it up."
"Wasn't me. Why can't you just wear another pair?" He stuck his head back underneath the central controls and resumed doing whatever it was he usually did down there with his sonic screwdriver.
"Because I've worn all my other pairs and this amazing ship of yours has the moodiest washing machine ever and you're the only person it will work for." Rose was getting really quite frustrated now. They had been stuck in the TARDIS for almost a week now after a particularly bumpy landing on a – thankfully – deserted planet which apparently broke something vital.
"I have no idea where it is, go ask Jack."
She sighed in annoyance and wandered off. Ten minutes later, the Doctor was just getting back into what he was doing when Rose came storming back.
"Y'know, I'm getting really sick of this. Does this ship just randomly steal things?"
"Jack hasn't seen it then?" He didn't even bother looking up this time.
"No, he hasn't." The next thing he knew, there was a hand grabbing his jumper and tugging him from the floor, "so you're gonna stop…whatever the hell it is that you're doing, and help me do the washing."
"I don't know if you noticed but I'm sort of busy at the moment trying to get us off this planet."
"It's not like I can go wandering around some planet without any socks, so you might as well help me and then I'll let you get back to messing around with the wires." She just wasn't taking no for an answer.
With a huge sigh that she couldn't mistake for anything other than annoyance, he eventually allowed her to actually physically pull him out of the room.
He couldn't believe it. 900 years and despite all his efforts to the contrary, he'd finally gone domestic.
A/N - Please review, constructive criticism is always welcome so I know where I'm going wrong!