And I Thought You were Supposed to be the Smart One
A/N: This is my first drabble! I have no clue if I'm doing this right or anything, so please let me know if I messed up. This idea just popped into my head, and I couldn't work on To Kill a Doctor (like I should've been) till I wrote it down. Here goes nothing! 150 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
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Rose was sitting in the kitchen with tears running down her face when the Doctor walked in.
"Rose? What's wrong?" he inquired.
"Oh, it's nothing." She hastily wiped her eyes. I was just going to make a nice dinner for the two of us. Then the TARDIS jerked, and …" she indicated to the mess on the floor.
"Rose, that's nothing to cry over. You've faced daleks and cybermen! A little mess is no big deal."
She looked at him and burst out laughing. The Doctor was now thoroughly confused.
"Doctor, did you even look at what I was trying to make?"
"Ummm…." He glanced at the floor. "Well…"
"They're supposed to be onion rings, silly!" She said, smacking him on the shoulder.
"And?" he inquired.
"Onion rings. Think about it."
"… Oooooh! That makes so much more sense!"
"And I thought you were supposed to be the smart one."
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A/N: So… what do you think? The strange thing about this is that I don't like Rose. But apparently my evil subconscious likes her well enough, cuz' I couldn't write this story with any other companion. Trust me. I tried. Anyway, please leave a review!