The girl shrieked, holding up a marred hunk of blond locks. "You got it in my hair!"
And he really couldn't help laughing, because, well, she looked absolutely ridiculous with egg smeared across her face. Not to mention cute. Though, if he'd taken a moment to shut up, he might not've received a fistful of flour to the face. The poof of white temporarily obscured his vision, but not his vocal chords.
"Oi!"
She was backing away, laughing far harder that he'd been, shaking her head with mirth. Ah, no. She was not getting away that easily. He descended upon her, open can of tomato paste in hand. "Rose Tyler," He began threateningly. "You are going to regret the day you mercilessly attacked the Oncoming Storm. Right champion of duels, me, whether it's with food or foils. "
"Oh dear." Rose managed to squeak before she ducked under him, hiding behind the island. "It was an accident!"
"Right, just like the Crusades." He agreed sarcastically. "Just come out and take it." The Time lord moved carefully around the island to face his nemesis.
"Okay." He was bombarded by three more eggs and a fist of coffee grounds, but not before he'd dunked the tin tomatoes over her head. Stumbling back, the Doctor caught the edge of the stove as Rose fled to the furthest corner of the room, which was coincidentally where the pantry was. Fantastic. The tables were turning.
She returned with the motherload; a jar of blueberry pie filling. "Admit defeat."
"Never!" He gasped, wiping yoke from his brow. Clinging to the edge of the stove, he stumbled in an effort to remain standing. The floor was rather slick. That could very well be his best defense, though, so he kept quiet.
The girl shrugged carelessly, eyes glinting in a way that honestly shook the Oncoming Storm. "Fine then. But I warn you, this was all brought upon you by your own foolish actions."
"It was an accident, Rose!" He wined, repeating her words, edging toward the sink. "I mean, really, I didn't mean to—"
"Mmm-hmm." The plea did nothing to slow his human down. She advanced with great purpose, turning the lid slowly as she stalked closer and closer to her prey, who had by now reached the sink. Rose licked her lips, a wide grin breaking through her egg-y features.
"Please, Rose," He breathed, pressing himself as close to the counters as he could. "I'm sorry, I swear—"
Before that statement could be completed, however, he found his chest covered by an entire jar's content of blueberry preserves. Rose was positively beaming, shaking with laughter again. The Doctor couldn't help but chuckle too, as he's pulled out the sinks hand-sprayer. Rose's giggles turned into screams as the cold liquid hit her body.
"Oh, you—you!" She was too cold to speak, tossing back her head when he sprayed her neck.
"Rosie, m'only trying to clean you up a bit!" The Doctor said soothingly. For his trouble, he was kicked. They landed together, as Rose had quickly lost her balance. From their heap of mess and limbs, they were silent, staring. Shocked, the pair eyed the extremely mussed kitchen, from the dripping counters to the tomato-soiled stove. Their battle had been the result of one slippery egg the Doctor had accidently lost his grip on while proving his finesse in the field of juggling. Rose, who was already something of a sourpuss in the morning hours, quickly decided redemption must be made in blood. Or, rather, by returning fire.
Laughter bubbled in the back of Rose's throat. Soon, then where rolling with giggles, pointing and cackling like a pair of fools.
"Fine way to start the morning!" The Doctor bounded to his feet, pulling up Rose with him, who slipped on the damp floor. She landed on her butt, painfully, but gave a loud howl of amusement. When she finally managed to remain in a vertical position, she slung one arm over the Time Lord's shoulders.
"Indeed. Best way. Though…" She glanced around the room once more. "…might need to end it with some cleaning, yeah?"
The Doctor followed her gaze. "Yeah, well…there's another kitchen down the hall. No need to kip up this one, right? Just close her up, wait a few days and-"
"I just thought since you started the whole thing, you know, that you might maybe volunteer?"
"Oi, wasn't me who decided to start throwing flour, Miss Tyler!"
Rose batted her lashes. "But you were the one to juggle the breakfast foods, yeah? See you 'round lunch!" With those parting words, she skipped out of the kitchen, snagging a bag of those mini powdered doughnuts he so loved, singing something that sounded oddly like "We Are the Champions" under her breath.
I was thinking of 10 when writing this, though it could easily be 9. Thank you for the reviews! Keep 'em and any prompts coming. This one came from Tennoko Endellion, and this chapter is dedicated to them. Thank you!
Hope you like it.
By the way, can I get a vote on how many of you like the Rose/11 ship? Would you want to see more of him, 9, or 10? Do you think he ought to go sit in a corner and cry to himself, you hate him so much? Feedback would be great!
