Rose x Nine, with a side order of Jack
Crack fic
Written for the Time Petals prompts "sundress," and you can blame tenroseforeverandever for this one. (Also the title!)
Rose grinned as she helped Jack adjust the bright pink picture hat over the curly wig he'd pilfered. "There. You look darling."
"Don't I always?" he preened. "Come on out, Doc. We're waiting!" he called back to the changing room of the store they'd broken…ahem…let themselves into.
"I am not coming out."
"Come on, Doctor," Rose coaxed. "I'm sure you could use a little help with your outfit."
"No."
"Doctor, none of us wants to wear all this -"
"Speak for yourself," Jack interjected, trying the effect of a zebra striped clutch against his dress.
"Shut it!" Rose hissed, elbowing him. "Look, Doctor, the APB is for two tall blokes and an -"
"Urchin in trousers," Jack supplied helpfully.
Rose glared at him. "So this is the only way out of here. Just three proper ladies out for a stroll. All right?"
"No."
Rose stepped right up to the door of the Doctor's changing booth. "Look, Doctor, it's just until we get back to the TARDIS, all right? Just come on out and let me see."
"No," he repeated. "I look …no. Not comin' out."
Rose stepped even closer, and dropped her voice to a low, wheedling tone. "Doctor, it can't be all that bad. Please? Just let me see. It's the only way."
"I've got knobby knees," he whinged. "This is the only thing that'll fit on me and it's too short and I've got knobby knees."
Rose carefully swallowed down a smile. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
Hesitantly, he opened the door. Rose pressed her lips together and tried with all her might to school her features. The flowered, blue chiffon sundress clung in all the wrong places, and saying that his knees were knobby was…well…
"Well…um…you'll need a wig, and we're all wearing big hats," Rose began lamely.
"Ooh, and a stole," Jack suggested, grabbing a marabou trimmed monstrosity from a nearby rack.
The Doctor's eyes widened in horror.