"Doctor just tell me where we're going so I can get dressed! I'm getting cold." Rose whined, still in her oversized t-shirt and knee high socks, leaning against the railings of the control room as The Doctor set in the co-ordinates.
"Rose it's a surprise i.e. you don't know until we get there. Be patient," he said, tapping her on the nose mock-scoldingly as he walked past.
"Ugh," Rose sighed, crossing her arms "can you at least tell me if I get to dress up?" she asked pleadingly, batting her eyelashes a bit. The Doctor sighed inwardly at her pleading eyes, and came to the quick realisation that's she was in complete control over all of his general reasoning. "Alright," he sighed "wardrobe room third floor, third rack to the left, I think you're going to like it"
Rose squealed and gave him a light kiss on the lips before running out of the console room. The Doctor gave a light smile, before pressing more buttons on the console. The slight change in their relationship had been so easy, so simple. It was almost like there was no change at all, and that they always used to kiss and cuddle up in bed in the morning. Somehow Rose had managed to domesticate The Doctor, with him barely realising. It had only been twenty-four hours but he didn't know how he could possibly let go of this.
Rose was up in the wardrobe room, delighted at the hints to where they were going. She saw the little denim jacket and pink dress she had worn in 1953 London, when the wire sucked off her face. Although the whole wire situation was not the funniest memory she had of the time-all in all, it was a good day. She quickly cast her mind back to anything that would hint her to the next destination. They probably weren't going back to London, as they had never planned to go there in the first place. They were heading for… New York! The Elvis show of course! She thought. They had gotten side-tracked trying to go there before, so hopefully this time it wouldn't be so bad, and they would actually land in fifties, New York.
Rose quickly got changed, and pulled her hair up and ran into the console room beaming. "Finally taking me to the Elvis concert then?" she asked giggling,
"Ah, too smart for me Rose, you figured it out. Clever clogs"
"That's me"
"Well we've landed; care to go for a spin on my scooter?" he said, gesturing to the little blue moped sitting by the TARDIS doors.
"I thought you gave that away?" Rose asked as he handed her a helmet.
"Well the TARDIS got me a new one, must be Christmas! Molto Bene" The Doctor shouted, with a grin. He jumped onto the scooter, pulling out his super cool sunglasses, and helmet.
"You goin' my way doll?"
Rose laughed and put on glasses of her own, "is there any other way to go, daddy-o" she joked as she hopped onto the back, remembering the exact same conversation before.
OoO
They sped through the TARDIS doors and started to drive away through the busy streets.
"Do you remember where we're headed to?" The Doctor asked
"Wasn't it, Fred Sullivan TV studios, or something like that?" Rose asked, clinging to The Doctors waist as they sped through the streets of New York. And thankfully, it was definitely New York this time.
"Ed Sullivan yeah, good memory Rose"
"Well not just a pretty face you see"
"I wouldn't think any other way"
They pulled into the studios, and parked the scooter out front before walking in hand in hand. The Doctor flashed the psychic paper at the man at the door, who stood up a little taller as he read the words, and then gladly let them in.
"Who are we then?" Rose asked
"We appear to be, oh, I'm apparently cousin of the president? Nice touch, who's at power right now Rose?"
"No clue, I never listened much in history lessons at school, only proper knowledge I have is from visiting everyone with you." She said, as they wandered through the corridor.
"Well, much better way of learning than leafing through a stuffy old textbook or photo album anyway." He said shrugging. Rose just grinned. The Doctor always knew how to make her feel better about herself, and less like just a dumb blonde.
They walked through the studio, looking around for the entrance to where Elvis was performing, when The Doctor saw one of his favourite things in the world
"look Rose they've got a little shop! Aw I love a little shop" he exclaimed, pointing and then dragging her over towards the direction of the shop. Rose just rolled her eyes and smiled. They walked around for a bit, looking at all the merchandise and browsing through Hollywood posters, when Rose caught her eye on something.
"Doctor, is that camera?" she asked slightly confused as she lifted the item off the shelf.
"Oh," The Doctor said frowning. He took his glassed out of his pocket and looked at the camera "Looks a bit like a more modern polaroid, but it can't be, way too early for those types of cameras, cameras around these times were more big and bulky and well, old but this- this looks like it's from the 80's or 90's, how odd." He called over the shop assistant, "excuse me sir, but where did you get that camera from?"
"Well I found it," said the American "some skinny kid dropped it outta his pocket, funny looking thing, probably not worth much but it had the Polaroid mark on it."
Rose sighed and laughed "and here I was thinking this was just gonna be a trip to see Elvis."
oOo
In the end, Rose and The Doctor took the camera back to the TARDIS after discovering that it was the only one, and that some time travelling idiot had left it behind. He seemed to be working for the time agency, but was only a rookie- so The Doctor sent him back and fused to co-ordinates on his vortex manipulator so he couldn't travel back again. Rose was quite happy with the camera, as it meant she could record all of the exciting moments to come with The Doctor at her side.
"Oi doctor come here," she said
"What's up?"
"Take a picture with me; I'm going to start a photo album" she said, smiling.
"Good idea," he said "Never thought of that myself, smartass. Go on then, say cheese." The Doctor held out the camera in front of him and Rose and the picture printed out instantly.
The Doctor pulled the photo out, shook it a bit and then showed it to Rose, smiling, "my expert photography and your good looks, we could go far" he grinned.
"Ha-ha, maybe we could" said Rose as she beamed back at him. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips, but they were interrupted by the phone ringing.
"Since when did the TARDIS even have a phone?" Rose asked
"Well, it's a phone box, it has a phone. I've got a mobile as well, off of Martha."
"Better answer it then, could be anyone, any when." Said Rose, trailing around the console.
The Doctor picked up the phone "hello?" he said, quickly putting it on loudspeaker
"Hello can I speak to The Doctor please," said an American voice
"Speaking, erm who's this"
"It's me Marilyn."
Rose teasingly raised her eyebrows at The Doctor, who sat stunned and just a little confused. It couldn't be? Could it? But he hadn't seen her in years.
"Marilyn who?" he asked, just to be sure
"Marilyn Monroe, who else you idiot! Your voice sounds different what happened?" she asked
"Ah well Marilyn you see, I've had some erm, work done, I look and sound totally different." The Doctor said scratching the back of his neck.
"What like surgery?"
"Yeah, very complicated. What's up?"
He looked over at Rose who was giving him a stop being an idiot and making up moronic lies look. He rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to invite you to my party, bit of a birthday bash, I'm turning twenty-nine."
"Haven't you already had a twenty ninth birthday?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was sure that he'd been. Sarah Jane was there too, not that he'd be mentioning that to rose.
"Well yeah, but don't tell anyone that." She laughed.
"Girl after my own heart," Rose said with a laugh.
"Ooh doctor who's that with ya, got a little girlfriend now?"
"Ha-ha, that's Rose, my erm, girlfriend. Yeah my girlfriend, I think." He babbled.
Rose just smiled at him, "hi Marilyn," she said cheerfully, before quickly covering the phone and saying "God talking to Marilyn Monroe who would've though it huh?!" beaming at the doctor.
"Well anyway doctor, you better come, June 2nd, nine o'clock, don't forget" Marilyn's voice piped up from the phone.
"What year?" asked The Doctor.
"Honestly doctor you are the strangest man I've ever met, 1956, be there" she suddenly hung up the phone. As soon as it beeped the doctor put it back on the receiver and looked up at Rose, hands in his pocket.
"So when did you meet Marilyn Monroe?!" Rose asked excitedly
"Oh a few regenerations back," he said nonchalantly "don't know how I'm going to explain the face. Met her by accident really, long story short, Marilyn Monroe is no longer experiencing mind control." He quickly flicked up some switches.
"Just tell her the truth, she's clever. I read somewhere she was very smart."
"Well yes she is highly intelligent, but I don't want to go around changing the course of history do I?"
"Doctor just tell Marilyn Monroe that you're an alien. It'll be fine."
oOo
Once again, The Doctor had gotten the co-ordinates wrong, and they landed at the swanky Hollywood club at eleven thirty, instead of nine. The party was in full swing, the music blaring in the corner, and suddenly a very drunk-sounding Marilyn Monroe staggered over to them. "Doctor, ya made it." She squeezed his cheek, "You've got a pretty good surgeon I'll say, maybe you should give me his card. I need to get rid of these wrinkles!" she pointed to her flawless face
"Hey, you don't look a day over twenty six," he said and Marilyn smiled at him.
"Charmer,"
"Always. Anyway Marilyn this is Rose, you spoke on the phone"
The conversation flowed easily after that. Marilyn commented that Rose was 'drop dead gorgeous' and should try modelling. Rose blushed and shook her head and The Doctor sighed, if not even Marilyn Monroe could convince her how beautiful she was, he was going to have a bit of a hard time.
In the meantime, Rose was having the time of her life, and her and Marilyn were quickly becoming thick as thieves. She was buzzing on alcohol and The Doctor lit up, watching her having a good time. He could hardly take his eyes of her in the red, low-cut dress she wore that matched perfectly with the era, she also had on heels, so it was nice to almost be able to look her in the eye, almost. He stood awkwardly at the bar, conversing with the bartender as Rose and Marilyn caused a stir on the dance floor before wandering back over to him.
"Gosh doctor have a drink, loosen up a bit!" Rose shouted , slurring slightlyas she handed him a glass containing god knows what. It was a pinkish colour, and didn't look to threatening so The Doctor sighed, he was sure one drink wouldn't hurt. So he quickly downed the glass, and beamed at Rose. Her face was the last thing he remembered of the night.
oOo
The Doctor woke up in the morning with a pounding in his head, and his eyes were stuggling to open. He could feel his arms around Rose, holding her tightly which both alarmed and excited him. He quickly looked under the covers and realised they were both completely stark naked. So much for taking it slow he thought as he took his hands from around her waist and ran his hands through his hair. Then, he panicked. What is Rose going to say?! He thought anxiously. Unfortunately in his anxiety, he had turned over onto his front, and Rose stirred and woke up. She turned over, slowly opening her eyes halfway and setting her sights on him.
"Morning," she muttered. Suddenly her eyes shot wide. "Am I naked?" she asked bemused. She quickly looked down "ok right. And you are too?" she questioned to doctor. He just nodded, not really knowing what to say.
"Right ok." She said quickly rubbing her head "Last thing I remember is dancing with Marilyn on the bar and then I think you drank a shot out of my belly button. God they'd never seen that one before." She mused, turning back onto her back.
"Did I?" asked The Doctor, craning his neck to face her.
"Well I'm assuming it was, I don't think you'd permit some random stranger licking my stomach." She rolled over and then winced, "ouch" she said.
"What is it what's wrong?" The Doctor asked, slowly getting up and pulling on half of his clothes. Rose quickly reached down and pulled on her knickers and a t-shirt before standing up.
"My arse, is KILLING me." She said, running her fingers through her hair and wincing.
As she stood up, The Doctor saw what the problem was, his eyebrow shot up and he said "erm Rose, you may want to look in the mirror."
"What is it?" she said trying to look behind her.
"Just go and see" he said anxiously.
Rose walked over to the big mirror on the side of the wall, and gasped. Clearly somehow her and The Doctor had gotten hold of a tattoo needle or something, because written in shaky handwriting on her backside was the word 'MINE'. And it was definitely not Marilyn Monroe's swirly handwriting.
"Doctor you possessive bastard, what made you think tattooing my arse cheek would guarantee I'd never leave you, not that you needed bloody reassuring of that" she said angrily as she turned around to The Doctor.
"Well sorry but I don't exactly remember doing it." He shouted back "The last think I remember is you being all pretty and charming and that dress and you and Marilyn being all 'have a drink doctor, loose up doctor' well clearly I did loosen up."
Rose tried to stay angry after all, she did have a new tattoo, on her arse, that said 'MINE' but The Doctor did truly look bemused and apologetic. She suddenly saw how hilarious the situation was, and started uncontrollable laughter. The Doctor just looked even more confused. "Oh come here" she said, and pulled him down into a snog. He could feel her smile against his lips, and he kissed her back.
"I can't believe it," she said
"What the tattoo?" asked The Doctor, as he tried to re button his shirt.
"No not that," she said as she slowly undid the buttons he was doing up "the fact that it was our first time, and I can't remember it." She looked at him with a glint in her eye. The Doctor grinned
"Well I suppose, for scientific purposes, I could try to refresh your memory." She grinned back at him, and pulled him down into another kiss. "I think that would be a fantastic idea" she said.
oOo
About an hour or so later, The Doctor and Rose wandered into the control room, picking up random photographs that had been littered in a trail from the doors to her room.
"Well this ought to give us some insight on what happened exactly." Said The Doctor as they sat down and sorted through the photos. "Lets get sorted then" Rose said, reluctantly, beginning to pull some of the photos down from the wall.
After about thirty minutes of studying the photos, The Doctor and Rose had a hazy view of what had happened the night previous. They noted that:
They were very drunk, and danced around a lot with random strangers.
Marilyn had gotten hold of the futuristic camera, so there were several photos of her, and then of Rose and The Doctor kissing and getting handsy on the bar. Not at the bar, physically on the bar. The Doctor and Rose both blushed furiously at this one.
Someone had (mistakenly) given them cigarettes.
Marilyn then went home with a handsome stranger and the party disbanded
This was followed by several shaky photos of the pair at different angles in the control room, taken by a very drunk doctor and Rose
Rose had then decided she did want to be a model, followed by some very, compromising shots of her in less and less clothing each time. Lets just say that underwear, and cigarettes were involved.
The Doctor had found an old tattoo needle somewhere on the TARDIS and began to tattoo Rose. Followed by several pictures of his masterpiece.
And then the final photo of the night, was where they must of accidentally left the camera on timer on the bed stand, because it was just them falling onto the bed.
The Doctor gulped and looked at Rose, "I told you you could be a model" he said with his eyebrows raised. Rose just ended up laughing, as it was either laugh or cry. She quickly gathered up the photos and gave them to The Doctor.
"I'm considering putting these in our photo album, but I don't want to scar anyone for life." She said with a laugh.
Suddenly there was a gentle hum and the TARDIS produced a new photo album onto the console. It was titled, 'Rose and The Doctors night with Marilyn'.
"Thanks TARDIS, although you could've tried to stop us." The Doctor said but the TARDIS just annoyedly hummed in response so The Doctor set about sticking in the photos with Rose, before slipping it under the console somewhere, where hopefully nobody would see it, apart from them.
"I think I was a pretty productive night" said The Doctor, as they both stood up.
"Yeah, I don't think 'productive' is quite the word" laughed Rose
The Doctor laughed too and then said "Me and Marilyn were right though, you could be a model, and it's been proven. I've got evidence"
"Oh shut up"
"I'm being serious Rose, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."
"Really?"
"Would I lie to you?"
Rose just smiled and kissed him lightly, "let's hope not"
