Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author Note: This is, so far, the only one I haven't had to touch at all, which I'm grateful for since I'm tight on time this weekend. Once again, thank you to all who read and reviewed the last couple of chapters.
Warnings: A series of one shots from Series 1 and 2.
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Aliens of London
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Rose stepped out of her bathroom engulfed in a cloud of steam and a large fluffy towel. She frowned in disgust as she realised she had nothing to wear but the filthy clothes she had shed half an hour earlier. The idea of putting them back on when they were covered with grim and sweat from her previous adventures was not appealing. But, realising she had no choice, Rose quickly donned the outfit, trying not to grimace.
She stared with disgust at her reflection in a mirror that had suddenly appeared in the wall and had a sudden idea. She quickly found her trainers and set off in the general direction of the wardrobe room.
Upon her arrival, she quickly set about trying to find something among the amazingly large, albeit slightly unusual, collection.
There were clothes of every shape and size in the round room and yet Rose could find nothing.
After nearly an hour, she spotted a white leather jacket that resembled one she owned at home and reached for it. She frowned as it refused to budge. She gave one last quick, sharp tug and yelled as the whole rack rained down on her.
She lay stunned in the pile of clothes for nearly a minute trying to get her bearings.
"Rose?" The floor vibrated as the Doctor approached. Rose tilted her head and spotted him grinning down at her. "What are you doing?" He asked, amused.
Rose huffed and detangled herself from the pile. The Doctor offered her a hand and tugged her to her feet.
"I was trying to find some clean clothes but I swear it's impossible." The Doctor looked her up and down before glancing around the rest of the room.
"Nothing's impossible and what's wrong with this lot?"
Rose frowned as she gazed around. "They're too big or too small or are seriously stuck in the eighties. And what's with the ten foot scarf?"
The Doctor frowned, obviously hurt. "Hey! I made that myself I'll have you know.
Rose eyes widened. "No way! You can knit?" The Doctor gave her a look that clearly told her not to say anything else. She held back her laughter. "Do you think you could take me back home to pick up some things?"
The Doctor looked horrified. "Oh no. I don't-"
"Please? I can't stay in the same clothes, I'm not you!" Rose crossed her arms firmly.
The Doctor looked rather offended. "I changed my jumper," he mumbled.
"But I can't even do that," Rose pointed out. The Doctor rolled his eyes in annoyance. He then made the fatal mistake of looking at Rose who gave him a smile that could have melted butter. He sighed in defeat.
"Ok, fine." Rose grinned happily. "But only for a little while, we're not turning it into a holiday," he warned her as she linked their arms and dragged from the room. "Why do I get the feeling this could get domestic?" He asked himself unhappily.
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