Author's Notes: This is something that's been rolling around my head for a bit. After all, why couldn't it happen? Haha. Takes place after The Christmas Invasion. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.
Love, Articulated
Musings
Rose/10
100 words
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"Rude and not ginger…" Rose considered the Doctor. He glanced up from the controls of the TARDIS. "But lucky…" she continued. Straightening up, he ignored the controls completely.
"What are you going on about?"
"Giving no second chances." She sat back, contemplating. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he approached her. She remained silent; he watched her with his new face.
"Rose?"
"Doctor, have you ever wondered if your current looks and personality depend on what you did during your previous look?"
"What, like karma?"
"Yeah."
"Never," he scoffed, going back to the controls. She watched him hesitate, consider it.