The Way She Touched Him
Flour Power
A/N: So this one's a lot fluffier and I mean a LOT fluffier in more ways then one. I hope that all of you readers are enjoying this. Special thanks to Stitch54 for being my first reviewer. This little oneshot takes place before the events of the first chapter but after the events of the second chapter. As always, reviews are much appreciated.
It wasn't the explosion that caught the Doctor's attention. Well, since he was in the console room and the explosion came from the kitchen and was a very quiet explosion in the first place it wouldn't have been the explosion that would have caught his attention. But it was the scream of surprise and dismay that erupted from the lips of the kitchen's one and only occupant at that moment that sent him running through the halls of the TARDIS.
When he reached his destination he stopped and stared dumbfounded at the sight in front of him. In the middle of the kitchen stood Phillippa, covered from head to toe in flour and looking completely chagrinned. Her eyes caught the Doctors and she smiled sheepishly.
The Doctor crossed the kitchen to stand by her, placing his hand in the large pile of flour on the counter "Always read the package instructions," he told her, extracting the small paper packet that had the top ripped off of it.
"It said condensed flour," Phillippa defended "Not exploding flour!"
The Doctor pulled a magnifying glass from inside his jacket and showed Phillippa the miniscule type face on the packet. Phillippa squinted and read allowed "If opened improperly, condensed flour has the potential to explode… Well they should really put that in bold print," she huffed.
"Packet's too small," the Doctor replied with a bit of a smirk. He retrieved another tiny packet from the cupboard and showed Phillippa the proper way to open it. When ripped down the center from the top, the packet expanded into a full sized and normal looking flour sack.
Phillippa couldn't help but groan "Show off," she grumbled.
"And what exactly are you doing anyway?" the Doctor asked, turning so that he was facing her squarely "If I'm not mistaken aren't you th same girl who hadn't the slightest clue as to how to make a decent cup of tea?"
"I was gonna make cookies," Phillippa replied, her eyes falling upon the heap of flour. She brushes some of the flour off the front of her shirt "I thought… well I thought that since we weren't going to be on Earth for a while… what with the lack of Jammy Dodgers on other planets that… Maybe you could do with a little homemaid something… It was stupid."
"Hey, cheer up," the Doctor smiled, scooping up a handful of flour in his hands and dumping it on her head in hopes of eliciting a smile.
He got the smile he'd been seeking as Phillippa turned to him with a wicked grin in her eyes "You didn't just do that," she remarked.
"Oh but I did," the Doctor grinned.
Phillippa scooped up some of the flour and dumped it on his head "Well, now we match," she declared with a note of triumph in her voice.
The Doctor picked up another handful of flour and flung it at her. This precipitated an epic battle during which the entire kitchen become covered from floor to, inexplicably, ceiling. Phillippa was merciless in flinging handfuls of flour at the Doctor who kept stopping every now and again to brush the flour from his bowtie.
The Doctor, realizing he was outmatched resorted to seeking out more ammunition. He opened the cupboard and pulled out another packet of condenced flour. Grinning like the madman that he was he pointed it at the slowly advancing Phillippa and ripped the top off so that it exploded in her face.
Phillippa stared daggers at the Doctor for a long moment. He was beginning to feel as if he'd crossed a line when she burst out laughing "I… I can't believe…" she tackled him to the floor "I can't believe you did that. Now it's payback time!"
The Doctor attempted to roll away from her but she pulled him back "Mercy!" he cried out as he too was overcome with laughter "I surrender!" he held his hands up.
"Oh," Phillippa grinned wickedly "You do, do you?" she rolled on top of him "Are you prepared to give in to my demands?"
"Yes!" he squealed as she stared down at him.
She tried and finally succeeded in reigning in her giggles "First of all," she began, picking up yet another handful of flower off the floor and sprinkling it over his face "You're going to clean all of this up."
"What?" he asked in indignant surprise.
"Half of the spilt flour is your fault," she pointed out "And you started the fight so it's your job."
"Anything else?" the Doctor groaned in resignation. He was trying very hard to ignore the fact that she was still on top of him.
"Yeah," she leaned down and rubbed her nose against his "Eskimo kiss," she smirked "Since it looks like a snow storm hit this place."
The Doctor smiled. He lifted his head just the slightest bit off the floor and brought his lips to hers, wiping the smirk right off her face "Much better this way," he remarked.
"I don't want to know," a voice from the door made the two jump apart. Amy was leaning against the door frame, overcome with giggles.
Phillippa and the Doctor shared a quick look before jumping to their feet and, arming themselves with fresh handfuls of flour, proceded to chase Amy through the halls of the TARDIS.
A/N: I gotta tell you guys, I had this idea planned out in my head from almost the moment that I created Phillippa Reed. I hope it wasn't too fluffy. Let me know what you think.