This is my first attempt at a fanfic 100, done in order of prompts. I'm not sure where the table is from... but it isn't mine. These won't be drabbles, but instead proper one-shots, though maybe on the short side, all featuring the Tenth Doctor and Rose. Some of them might end up being continued if anyone's interested. These are mostly missing moments, and they'll probably be short scenes from episodes that never actually happened.
The Doctor held Rose's hand tightly in his own as he lead her towards the beautiful dinner party. While he hadn't changed from his pinstriped brown suit and trainers, Rose had left her jeans and t-shirt in the TARDIS, opting instead for a blue cotton party dress and ballet flats. The two looked a perfect couple, sharing a laugh as they headed to the check in. Soon they found the queue to enter the dining hall. While Rose was perfectly used to waiting, the Doctor pouted, not wanting to delay getting in for a second. He hadn't yet been to this particular event, but he had heard that the food was excellent, and he was always one to enjoy a social event. Looking around, the Doctor sized up the fellow guests. Mostly in their twenties and thirties, wearing semi-formal attire. While the Doctor's suit sometimes seemed out of place, all of the other men he could see were dressed similarly.
If anyone looked out of place, it was the young man with longish hair and dark clothing, who was standing not too far from the pair, and staring longingly at Rose. The Doctor could sense something slightly off about him, though he couldn't quite tell what it was. Rose noticed the attention and smiled at the man, who immediately shuffled back into the crowd, as if he didn't want to be noticed. The Doctor decided to think nothing of it, the man didn't seem threatening, and if he was... good thing that the Doctor was around, eager as always to save the day if the need happen to be, as it often was.
Any thoughts of that particular stranger had vanished from the Doctor's mind by the time he and Rose reached the front of the queue. "Hello!" He greeted the receptionist brightly. "Brilliant party... well, probably... hasn't started yet... could be an absolutely terrible party... that would be a shame... so long planning it and making things so absolutely perfect and then there's a fire, or the food's all rotten and everyone gets ill, or metal people crash through the window and start killing guests..." the Doctor trailed off when Rose whispered that he was being rude. "Won't happen here though, nope, not here... anyway, I'm the Doctor and this is Rose," the Doctor flashed his psychic paper, as he always did when wanting to access an event to which he hadn't actually been invited. The receptionist took the ID, looked at it, scribbled something down, handed it back, and pointed the way to the main hall of the party, where they took their seats at a long table full of other guests.
"Hello!" the Doctor greeted the ginger man seated across from him with his customary enthusiasm.
"Hello, yourself," the man replied in a strong Scottish accent. "I'm Danny"
"and I'm Claire," the petite brunette across from Rose introduced herself, in the same accent. "Danny's wife," she added proudly, shifting closer to her husband.
"Brilliant to meet you, Danny and Claire! This is Rose, and I'm the Doctor!" The Doctor introduced and Rose, shaking the hands of his new acquaintances.
"So am I," Danny laughed. "Surgeon. What's your specialty?"
"Oh... I... dabble... dibble dabble." The Doctor answered. "Bits of everything,"
"GP then?" Danny asked. "And, sorry, didn't catch your name,"
"Just the Doctor."
"What, is your first name 'The' and your surname 'Doctor', then?" Danny asked, and all four laughed.
"Nah..." the Doctor answered. "It's all one name... the 'the' bit isn't that important anyway,"
"Danny was like that for about a year after he got his degree... wouldn't let anyone pass him on the street without letting them know his credentials" Claire added, throwing a slightly pitying look towards Rose.
"Oi, at least I let them know my name as well!" Danny protested.
"For six months you wore nothing but T-shirts with the word 'doctor' on them!" Claire reminded him, ribbing slightly.
Danny ignored her, and directed his attention back to the Doctor. "Have you read the journal that just came out about the new cardiac tests?"
The Doctor paused for a second, trying to figure out exactly which journal Danny was talking about. A sniff of the air told him what date it was, and he immediately remembered the recent break though. "Oh, yeah, clever, isn't it, what people can do. It'll save so many..."
The two men were soon engrossed in a deep discussion of medicine, throwing out technical terms that both were highly excited that the other knew about. The Doctor had found his new friend of the day, it seemed, as Danny was capable of keeping up with him, and talked nearly as quickly. The two were thrilled at having each other's acquaintance, though they quickly left their companions out of the discussion, as neither women had the foggiest idea of what their man was talking about.
"I was hoping that he wouldn't find anyone to talk medicine with," Claire whispered to Rose across the table. "Now I'm single for the evening..."
"He talks like that even when there's nobody who understands him," Rose said, referring to all the times the Doctor technobabbled to her, assuming she had half a clue what he was saying.
"Danny too," Claire laughed. "Better they talk to each other than confuse the knickers off us, I suppose."
Rose looked over at the Doctor, all his features lit up with the excitement of the conversation. He was listening at the moment, as Danny was doing a very good job of holding up his end of the conversation, a feat when the Doctor was excited by something scientific. Rose then turned her attentions back to Claire, and the two young women were quickly involved deeply in their own conversation about their men. Eventually the two conversations merged into one that everyone in the group could follow, and by the time platters of food arrived on the table, all four were enjoying themselves and each other's company, as well as the evening.
a/n: Well, this one was just a bit of fluff, but I think I'm happy with it. Danny and Claire are mine (WHOOHOO! I almost never have OCs), but nothing else is. I might continue this as a full "episode" with adventure and all if anyone would like to see that, or it can just stay as a little fluffy one-shot as part of the collection I'm starting. Reviews are entirely loved, be as harsh as you'd like. Specifically, what do you think of the charictarisations, my OCs, and of the mystery guy at the beginning (who was intended as a baddie, but reading it over, does he sound like someone else?), and how does it fit the prompt?