Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who; I'm just playing with Rose and The Doctor a little bit. They belong to BBC and RTD.
A/n 1 this is a little one-shot I thought up, I am currently having some computer problems and have to wipe the entire thing, soo the stories I am working on will not be forgotten because everything is saved, but I won't be able to update Face Down for a couple months. I will however be able to work on some new stories that have been buzzing around in my head. Just another fluffy story.
A Little Soup Can Go A Long Way
"Achooo"! The sneeze echoed through the TARDIS Rose was busy herself in the kitchen making some soup for the one person she thought never could get sick. She had warned The Doctor that running through the rain on a planet where it never stopped pouring buckets like he was a five year old probably wasn't the best idea.
At least they had chicken noodle soup on board; she still wasn't sure why it was here though. The Doctor never ate any r so she knew, but she was going to make him eat it whether he wanted to or not. Rose stirred the pot, listening to the lull of the TARDIS; I was nice having a quiet moment to think about anything but running for your life.
She liked traveling with the Doctor, it was exciting and scary and fascinating all at the same time, but he really could be stubborn. She had to force him just to lie still in bed when he had started sneezing and coughing after they returned to the TARDIS.
Rose poured the soup into a bowl slowly heading down the hall carefully trying to not spill any. She turned a corner seeing the Doctors room at the end of the hall. Taking a breath before knocking on the door " Doctor can I come in "
" Sure " was the muffled response from behind the door. Rose turned the door handle firmly holding the bow of soup, seeing the doctor lying in bed with a trashcan halfway full of tissues and bundled up under the covers almost made him seem human.
" I brought you some lunch, its chicken soup " Rose said with a smile, placing the bowl on the side table, the steam wafted up into the air.
" I don't want to eat that, it doesn't even seem like proper food," he said sitting up more in the bed, even as he tried refusing the soup they both heard his stomach rumble.
" Well, this always used to make me feel better when I was little and your going to eat it " Rose said firmly. Stirring the soup a little bit before scooping up a spoonful and slowly moving it towards The Doctors mouth " try it"
The Doctor knew there was some stuff you didn't fight Rose Tyler on and this seemed to be one of those times. He complied slowly opening his mouth, the soup filled his mouth and surprisingly it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
He moved to sit on the side of the bed slowly, feeling dizzy. Picking up the spoon and trying another spoonful, he actually liked the soup; they'd have to make it more.
The room was silent as he ate and Rose busied herself trying to clean up a little of the mess that his room was, he was 900 years old and he couldn't even clean his room. It got on her nerves sometimes, but then again it was another thing she loved about him too. He seemed so grown up at times, but at others like when they were out in the rain he seemed so child-like and free. She hoped he'd never lose that freedom.
The Doctor cleared his throat, puling Rose out of her internally musing about the Time Lord sitting in bed. " Thank you for the soup, it was good"
Rose chuckled playfully, picking up the dish " I told you it was good, you should listen to me more " moving towards the door, looking back one more time. Watching The Doctor slipping farther into the covers.
" Good night Doctor, " she said with a loving smile forming on her lips. She closed the door softly, heading to her room for the night.
A/n 2 hope you all enjoyed this story reviews are welcome.