Sooooo… this is a double whammy: Ninth and Tenth Doctors and Rose. Neither get much screen time in this story but it just popped up and I felt the need to write it. Rose is about thirteen and Nine and Ten are about the same age in appearance. Nine looks like a rebellious biker (which, shown by her ex-boyfriend Jimmy Stone, is exactly Rose's type) and Ten looks like a well-dressed nerd, which is what I totally expect David Tennant looked like as an early teen.
Enjoy.
Theta grimaced. He had been sitting on the same bench for hours and his bum had started hurting after twenty minutes. He longed for a moment to stretch his legs and let the blood flow back to his buttocks but his instructor had specifically told him to stay put. His legs started to fall asleep. He groaned, this is murder. Out in the hot park for hours, he was lucky he didn't have heat stroke (superior Time Lord physiology) and his blue suit didn't help.
He wiped his spiky brown hair from his forehead, as it had wilted from the sweat on his face. What he would give for a glass of water or an ice cream bar…
He blinked in surprise as a young girl, about his age in appearance, flounced past him. She was of average height, 5'5 or 5'6, blonde and gorgeously curvaceous. She was carrying a bottle of water and Theta's mouth was so dry, he couldn't even drool. He wanted that bottle of water more than he wanted anything.
Frowning to himself, he growled. Since when do I follow the rules? I'll do as I please! He stood up… and immediately regretted it as he tumbled onto his face. Damn… pins and needles… Blood slowly flowed back to his legs and he stretched them with a pained groan. "Damn…"
"Are you okay?"
He looked up at the girl and blinked in awe. The sun was positioned behind her head, making her beautiful blonde hair look like a halo around her perfect face. She was slightly bent over and Theta could see her barely formed breasts through her shirt. He felt a blush light up his freckled cheeks and he stood up quickly, nearly falling down again. "Um… yes, yes I'm fine."
The girl giggled at him and Theta thought it vaguely reminded him of chiming bells. "You sure you're alright? You've been sitting at this bench for a while now and haven't had anything to drink." She'd been watching him sulk and mope on the bench? Theta groaned again. He felt like such a stupid ass. "Here, drink some of this." She held out the bottle and Theta greedily drained it. Her eyes widened. "Whoa… thirsty?"
"Kinda," he mumbled with a smile, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He handed back the bottle, "Thanks," and crossed his arms, hoping to put off an attractive vibe. He knew he wasn't the most attractive man, all thin gangly limbs and sideburns, but he knew girls loved the hair.
The girl took the bottle back, eyed its emptiness and threw it away. "No problem." She thought it was funny that this boy was preening like a peacock, trying to get her attention. She almost giggled at him but decided against it, worried that it might discourage him. "I'm Rose."
He looked over at her from under his thin black glasses and pushed them up his nose. "I'm Theta. Might I ask why a lovely girl like yourself is here alone?"
Rose laughed aloud this time and Theta looked sort of hurt at her reaction. "Oh, I'm not alone," she replied. "I'm just waiting for a friend. He should be here any minute." Oh. She was waiting for a friend. A boy friend. Theta understood.
"He your boyfriend?" Boy, that was subtle.
She smiled and shook her head. "Nah, we're just friends but, eh, between you and me…" she leaned forward and Theta happily joined in on the secret, "…I think he fancies me. Isn't that the silliest thing?" She was smiling but inside she was frustrated. She fancied him too but he just wouldn't take the bait. He always acted like a bad boy (no domestics whatsoever) but he was always jealous and dumb about her being around other boys.
Theta put on a fake smile. "Hilarious."
"Oi!"
Rose spun and grinned wide. "Theta!" She rushed to the newly arrived young man and jumped into his arms. He hugged her tight, all the while giving the younger looking boy a glare.
Meanwhile, Theta, the boy in blue with the spiky hair, was staring on, dreadfully confused. "Theta?" That was his name. How did this boy have the same name as him?
"Yeah, got a problem, pretty boy?" the tougher, leather clad boy snapped.
Rose smacked his shoulder. "Theta, that's not nice. He was just keeping me company while I was waiting." She looked over at the younger Theta with warm brown eyes. "What was your name again?"
Theta, the younger nerdy-er one, thought quickly. "John. John Smith."
The leather clad, big eared, tough looking brute currently holding Rose around the waist frowned at 'John'. "Right, John, you just skedaddle to wherever you came from now. Go on. Shoo."
Rose smacked him again. "Theta!"
"What?" he whined back at her, not noticing as 'John' walked away. "I swear Rose, every time I leave you alone, you seem to attract a flock of boys without even trying."
She shrugged at him. "I can't help it."
As they waltzed off to go on an adventure, Theta, the young one, went back to sitting on his bench, thoroughly confused. How did…? Why…? Who…? He put it out of his mind. It was better not to mess with things out of your control, especially if there was a chance it might have something to do with his time-stream. So he just mused. "Rose. What a nice name."
Maybe when he was grown, he would come back someday and see Rose again.
"So did Pretty Boy back there try to put the moves on you?" Theta blurted out.
Rose gave him a dramatically appalled look, though she was unsurprised by his blunt words. But she started grinning and gave up her insulted charade. "Yeah, but it failed miserably. Poor bloke. Maybe if he got rid of the spectacles and filled out a little, he'd definitely have potential. He seemed like the type of guy who could memorize the Periodic Tables with ease." She shrugged. "Then again, you have memorized the Periodic Tables and you look like you should be riding a motorbike and wreaking havoc."
They both shared a knowing grin as Theta corrected her. "I do wreak havoc. I just get away with it."
"You sure do, Theta," Rose laughed, putting an arm over his shoulder as he put his arm around her waist. "You sure do." They headed off for Rose's house, where Rose's mom Jackie would fuss over the two of them (and kiss Theta far too many times for it to be just affectionate) and give them banana bread and pat Theta on the head for being such a good boy and protecting her Rose. And for a while, Theta could act domestic and enjoy it.
Having a mother figure who fussed over him, having a friend who cared about him almost as much as he cared about her, having a place he could call home whenever he pleased… If that was domestic, then he would take domestic over galactic violence and peril any day.
