Rude and Ginger
Summary: The Doctor has always wanted to be ginger, but since Rose already loves him, she and Donna hatch a plan to help him see that he's perfect just the way he is.
A/N – This was just a little plot bunny that came to me without warning and I just had to write it. I guess its AU because Rose and Donna are both traveling with the doctor. But honestly I don't care because I love Rose and I have a soft spot in my heart for fiery redheads. If you don't like, don't read! You have been warned. Just pretend that Doomsday never happened, Donna never had the mind of a Time Lord, and that David Tennant never regenerated into Matt Smith (sorry Matt, but David pwns all other doctors!).
Disclaimer: I am not British, this is my first Doctor Who fanfic, and I do not own the doctor, his TARDIS, or his wonderful screwdriver. Not even the replicas they sell online...
"So how exactly did you come to be travelin' with the doctor?" Rose questioned, sitting across from Donna in the kitchen of the TARDIS. She had walked in to find the ginger-haired girl already awake, sipping a cup of hot steaming tea and decided to join her.
"Well I was actually getting married, believe it or not. One second I was walking down the aisle, and the next I'm in the TARDIS!"
"No way!" Rose burst out laughing, almost spilling her tea. "What did he say?"
"He just stood there like a bloomin' statue with his mouth to the floor and was like 'what? How did you get here?" This made Rose laugh even more, and Donna was now joining in, reveling in the fond memories.
"So how did you end up in here anyway?" Rose asked once she regained composure.
"I can't remember, actually. And the man talks in such riddles and gibberish that you can't understand him!"
"Oi! Never mock a Time Lord, Donna!" The doctor said, entering into the kitchen. He waggled his finger at her before smiling as his eyes rested on Rose. "Good morning!" he called to her.
Rose smiled shyly and her cheeks turned into a light shade of pink. "Morning, doctor." Donna couldn't help but notice that special look that passed from the doctor to Rose. She also couldn't stop a smile from forming on her face because she thought they were so cute together.
"You two are up rather early." he remarked quickly, turned his back to poor himself a cup of tea. Donna rolled her eyes at his nervousness but otherwise ignored it.
"And you never sleep!" She piked up. "I ain't never seen a man who work his tail of on only a few minutes of sleep a day!" Donna waiting for the doctor to say something, but found he was busy studying his hair in the reflection of the toaster. "Oi, what are you doing?"
The doctor never looked up but continued messing with his hair. "Why haven't I ever been ginger? It doesn't make sense! I've been blonde, I've had short hair, curly hair, sexy hair, Afro hair and almost no hair, but never ginger!" His lips dropped into a frown. "It just doesn't make sense..."
"What are you going off about now?" Donna asked annoyed. As if finally noticing his companions, he straighten up with a small bounce and turned to them.
"Right then! The TARDIS needs a few more repairs before she's able to fly again, so we may be stuck in London for a few more hours. Off to fix the ol' girl up, Allons-y!" And before Donna or Rose could protest, he had flown from the room and returned to tinkering with his precious time machine.
The two women exchanged a look. "You wouldn't care whether he was ginger or any other color, would you? You'd still love him?"
Rose tiled her head slightly, a bit confused by the question. "Of course I would."
Donna smiled evilly. "Then what do you say we have a little fun?"