Rainbow Sprinkle Cupcakes
Prompt from my lovely reader MayFairy.
For any of my River Song fans, I've started a new one-shot bit sort of like this entitled "MisMatched Affair of Irreconcilable Lives." Please read and review!
And thank you for all the reviews.
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When he found her in the kitchen, she was holding a plastic container carefully, tipping it over a small frosted cake, and tipping it gently. Once. Twice. Three times. She was concentrating, biting her tongue and furrowing her eyebrows. The blond hair had been pulled into a messy bun, which he proceeded to play with, running the silky strands through a few fingers and looming over her bent form to watch her.
Rose wiggled beneath him, shaking her head slowly. "Busy."
"Wha-?" He stopped. That was the word he always used when she intruded his space in the console room while doing repairs. The Doctor scowled. "Rose, you're decorating cakes."
"Cupcakes." She corrected. "And I'm not merely decorating; I am exerting my artistic ability upon them."
"Fine."
"And you should help."
"Wha—" The Doctor shook his head. "Busy."
"Right." She snorted.
"I'm a Time Lord. We don't decorate cakes."
"Cupcakes. And that doesn't mean anything, you can decorate cupcakes like every other bloke."
"Rose, I'm not just a blok-"
Then she gave him that look. The one that clearly said "I'm-not-going-to-even-pretend-to-consider-that-you-great-oaf." Frowning (she called it pouting), he crossed his arms.
"Time Lords don't just go around putting sprinkles on cupcakes! Let me have some dignity, Rose."
"No." And she smiled.
After fetching himself an apron (the most masculine on he could find) the Time Lord stood beside her, huffing slightly. Rose laughed. "Pouting is not becoming."
"Oi! I'm not pouting."
"Oh, yes you are! A bird could land on your lower lip!" This comment naturally caused his lip to push out even further. She laughed again, then took him by his stiff elbows to direct him toward the counter nearest her own work space. Sprinkle canisters, tubs of icing and bags with pointy, sculpted tips, filled with violently coloured frosting sat waiting. He was please to see edible ball bearings, though he didn't mention this.
"So, I'll frost, you sprinkle?"
His only response was a grunt as he reached for one iced cake. Rose grinned, nudging him. "Fun, yeah?"
"Yeah."
They worked in silence for a few minutes until Rose said, almost hesitantly, if one could hear past her breezy tone. "After we're done, we need to stop by Mum's."
"Why do we need to see Jackie?" He asked, suspiciously.
Rose shrugged, nonchalant. "No reason, just haven't seen her in a while."
"We visited last week. She hit me with a tin of herring when I came out of the loo, do you remember?"
"Oh? Was it only last week? Hard to remember in a time ship." Rose smiled. "Besides, I'm used to seeing her every day…."
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He knew they were in trouble when he saw the cars around the Estate. Eight of them, to be exact, almost twice more than usual. Then the balloons above the flat's doorway, and the crowd of people inside…presents stacked on the coffee table, more balloons on the ceiling. And then…
The cake.
"Happy Birthday, Mum!" Rose practically squealed. He winced at the shrillness of her mother's reply.
"I thought you couldn't make it!"
"Change of plans." She beamed. "Right, Doctor?"
He coughed. "Yeah. Right. Change of our…our plans."
Jackie eyed him for a full minute before pulling him into a tight hug. "You're all right." She whispered. "All right."
From over Jackie's shoulder he glared at his companion. Rose just smiled.
