Cherries
A/N: Very random, I'll tell you about my cherry inspiration later. Rose is a bit … happy here, but oh well. Year after Doomsday. Baby is named Walt because apparently (according to friends) that is the official name.
Summary: Post-Doomsday. Rose thinks of cherries. ONESHOT (probably).
Disclaimer:If Doctor Who were mine, there'd be happy Rose fans, and I'd invite you all to my mansion for a party. As we are not in that (imaginary) mansion, we should decide that it does not belong to me, it belongs to the BBC.
Rose was hungry. She opened the fridge in the kitchen for something to eat, and found a box of cherries. She opened the box and took out five fruits, then walked to her bedroom to avoid a telling-off from Jackie, Pete or even one-year-old Walt, who was learning words fast and enjoyed having authority over his sister.
Rose bit into a cherry, revelling in the juicy sweetness of the fruit. She held the cherry and pulled out the stone, wanting cherry stains down her arm, on her hands, it reminded her of another cherry time, around eighteen months ago. She repeated the action with the other four cherries, and with all five cherries eaten, and a sticky, reddish-purple, slightly bloodlike stain on her hands and arms, remembered that time …
Rose giggled as she placed a large box of cherries on the table. The Doctor entered the kitchen, also laughing.
"That was brilliant," he grinned, "are you sure you don't nick stuff every time you visit, Rose, you seem to be a bit of an expert!"
"Just cherries," she replied, "and the occasional chocolate bar …"
The Doctor shook his head, smiling. "C'mon," he said, "I'm going to bed."
Rose followed him down the corridor, passed his bedroom and entered her own. She got into her pink shorts and white vest top, and climbed into bed.
After a while without sleeping, Rose realised she was hungry. Remembering the cherries, she got up and walked to the kitchen, sitting in her chair. She began to eat.
"Oi!" said a voice, about twenty minutes later. Rose looked up to see the Doctor, his hair all messy and in pyjamas. She giggled slightly at the sight, and at his half-amused, half-annoyed face.
"What?" she replied.
"You've eaten all the cherries!" he told her. Rose looked into the box, where four cherries were residing. Oops, she thought.
The Doctor laughed at the look on her face, and shoved the last four cherries into his mouth at once, so he resembled a hamster.
Rose smiled at the stains on her arms. She was sure she'd keep them there forever … they were the cherries, after all.
A/N: Here's the inspiration story!
After episode 8, I was eating (guess what!) cherries, and I ate the whole box till I noticed only 4 were left. Yesterday, I ate 5 cherries, and got covered in stains. Funny how the whole-box time didn't leave me any cherry stains.
Anyway, I'm not too sure about some parts of this, but please review so the next fic you read of mine is more entertaining!
