The Doctor Discovers Roller Skating

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Part 2

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Rose eyed the Doctor with utter incredulity. "You want to roller skate?" she asked, disbelief apparent in her tone of voice.

"No."

Rose sighed with relief.

"I want to learn."

The relief was short lived. Rose sighed again. The Doctor and roller skates combined? This could not be good.

"And I want you to teach me."

Oh no, he didn't. "Oh no, you don't!" Rose replied instantly, moaning. "I'm not going to teach you a sport that could conceivably kill you!"

"Then I'll have another regeneration – now stop your worrying, woman, and give us a hand, will you?" He gestured to a knob. Rose sighed yet again and did as asked.

"Clockwise or Counter?" she asked. He rolled his head in the way a clock went because he had his sonic screwdriver in his mouth. "I hope that means clockwise." She twisted the knob and they started jerking about.

"Aww, good job – you've just about killed us!" the Doctor whined.

"You rolled your head in the way like a clock – I saw you!"

"That meant not clockwise - now shift!" justified the Doctor, grabbing hold of a near by bar. His deepest concern at the moment was that Rose couldn't find something to hold onto when they went down hard – she was clinging to the console.

Rose sighed again (for like, the fourth time) and suddenly twisted the knob the other way. Immediately the jerking stopped.

The Doctor, who had been about to tell her not to touch anything else, promptly shut his mouth.

"No need to thank me," muttered Rose as she dusted her the seat of her pants off and stood straight. The Doctor looked at her for a long minute.

"Thank you," he said finally. Rose rolled her eyes and held out her hand for him to take. With a grin they walked to the doorway together and exited the TARDIS.

Rose blinked back the sunlight as she adjusted to midday. "Where are we Doctor?" They were on a deserted street in a neighbourhood block with no traffic anywhere whatsoever. They couldn't even hear it.

"Apparently we're in a place called Canada," the Doctor teased.

"Oh, jolly good then – I always wanted to visit outside of Britain… but that's not what I meant. Where are we?"

Just then a random kid scooted past them on a bike. "P-Unit!" he shouted at them randomly.

The Doctor and Rose just stared after the random kid for a minute before looking at each other. "Well… that was random," offered the Doctor, at a loss for what else to say.

"I guess it's… P-Unit?" murmured Rose, slightly confused.

"That would make sense," agreed the Doctor sensibly.

"Right – P-Unit it is. Though I am so googling it when we get home."

The Doctor snorted in protest. "Google, shmoogle – "

"Don't you dare start that again," Rose warned.

"Start what again?" asked the Doctor with feign innocence.

"The last time you protested against something – which happened to be MSN Messenger - you said, and I quote… 'Messenger, shmessenger.' We're not going through that argument again – and it doesn't matter that it's with Google this time."

The Doctor was all out of legalistic excuses. Darn! He grabbed Rose's hand and led her to a fork in one of the roads. "So, how do you work these things?"

"Well, first off – you definitely need a helmet and some pads."

"Pads?"

"Yeah, you know – kneepads and elbow pads – that sort of thing." Rose had turned all boss now. She started ticking off things needed with her fingers efficiently and rattled the list off smoothly. The Doctor didn't know how she could remember this stuff.

"I see. So I need some finger gloves, knee brace pads, elbow pads, arm pads, I-shouldn't- wear-my-jacket-but-I-will-anyway-pads… a helmet, did you say?" He frowned at the thought of wearing a pink helmet with little cute kittens on it.

"Yes, a helmet – definitely. Or in your case, maybe a motorcycle helmet…" she mused. "Full protection."

The Doctor glanced over at her, slightly annoyed. "No thanks – I'm good with a normal helmet. You mean a bike helmet, right?"

"Yep." Rose giggled as the image of the Doctor wearing a pink helmet with cute little kittens on it popped into her head.

The Doctor sighed and strode back into the TARDIS. He came out five minutes later fully dressed in kneepads, elbow pads, wrist pads, and everything-else-you-name pads. Rose giggled at the absurd way he was dressed from head to toe. His glasses were on as well, and they peeked out at an odd angle underneath the helmet he had discovered tucked away goodness knows where. It was bright yellow with bananas along the rim – perfect for a five year old, and perfect for this Time Lord.

"Remember that man that we ran into at the computer lab last week who was talking to his banana?"

How could she forget? The man had rudely interrupted their almost-snog by shouting in their faces, "You're distracting my banana!" Said banana had been dressed up with its own little goatee and sunglasses.

"I remember."

"I snuck it from him."

"Figures."

The Doctor chuckled and tucked her arm in the crook of his elbow. "Care to begin, teacher?"

Rose sighed and followed him. "If I must."

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How'd you like that? 2 chapters in one night – I'm impressing myself!