02
The Doctor and the Red Firegirl
Precautions
"Why have you got straps fitted to your skirt and fastened to your ankles?" Rose wanted to know.
"Why don't you? You're wearing a dress and we're about to go outside with him...if I wind up hanging upside down I want my hem to stay where it's supposed to be, instead of a few feet below my head."
Rose looked at the youngster thoughtfully for a moment, nodded sharply and did the same. "Really, really, really good point."
"Too bad he gets breeches. Maybe if he found himself with his knickers showing once in a while..." The Red Firegirl grumbled, small flames and smoke rising from her hair in disgruntlement.
"Yeah, that would be fun." Rose agreed.
A bit later, as they rejoined him in the console room, the Doctor's head shot up and he stared at the girl with the literally flaming hair. She didn't seem to notice as other little flamelets danced up and down her arms and hovered at her fingertips. "See? They don't hurt me, but if someone really bothers me all that much, well...can we say 'Barbecue Style'? And this only started when I got my very own character name. Isn't it cool?"
"Yes, yes it is. Very cool. How old are you, anyway?"
"Well, the real person I was based on when this was started was 13 at the time, so...I think I'm 13. This is only chapter 2."
"13..." Rose turned to look at the Doctor. "Some places are age inappropriate for her, you know. Before I open those doors, do we need a new place to be?"
"Um. Well...possibly, yeah...I think so. Grab a support and hang on, girls. I'll factor Firegirl's ability and her age into the calculations, then just let the TARDIS decide."
"Yay. Waterworld...cooked hair." Firegirl muttered, drenched in a pouring rain, her hair still boiling fitfully. "Great idea, that."
"NOT!" Rose answered.
"Oi!"
~*~TBC~*~