Not very confidant about my comedy writing (this is my first) so be kind please! Hope you continue to enjoy...
and glad you liked so farChapter Two
'Holy crap….' the Doctor started as he watched Rose on the floor. Roots were beginning to grow out of her feet from where the pot men had injected her. Rose was becoming a rose, an actual rose! The Doctor couldn't help but smile at the pun despite the dire circumstances. He still flailed helpless in the Gardeners' clutches as he tried to watch Rose… if only he wasn't afraid of heights. No I am the doctor, I will not be deterred by being a few feet off the ground he assured himself,… or a few hundred feet,… or a few thousand feet… oh my god let me down! He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out, he reminded himself as his breathing returned to normal.
'Doctor!' Rose's angry scream burst through his thoughts causing him to open his eyes and glance around, why is the floor moving? He panickly thought.
'Hello? Remember me?' Rose shouted at him, his eyes slowly focused on her and a grin passed over his face. Jacks' hat was now tipping off of the back of her head, she was drowning in his trench coat that he had insisted she wore because she was cold, her pink fluffy mittens were now stained with dirt and he could defiantly feel her glare burning into him. Yep, defiantly like her mother, he thought.
'How could I forget you? Especially when you're so chirper' he called down to her. The look he got back said it all.
'Well it's alright for you just flying about up there, but what about me? I'm growing roots!' she exclaimed in his general direction. The Doctor grinned back down and pretended to think
'So you are.' he said in mild amusement as he watch dark roots sprout from the bottom of her boots.
'Oh my god!' she exclaimed 'Everything's coming up roses!'
This sent the Doctor into a fit of up…. roses!' he managed to repeat between fits of laughter.
'Am I laughing?' she warned him. The Doctor pulled a straight face and bit his lip not trusting the grin to disappear by itself.
'Of course not' he weakly replied.
'Oh my god!' Rose squealed, tiny branches were growing out of her legs, through her jeans. She screamed loudly. All laughter instantly drained from the Doctor's face
'Does it hurt?' he demanded to know. She glanced up at him and shook her head fighting back tears
'No, it's just… these boots cost £60 and these were my favourite jeans!' she whined. The Doctor shook his head and sighed
'You girls and your booties' . The Doctor sighed but Alan Titchmarsh was not amused. He let the Doctor know this by violently shaking him
'Whoa!' the Doctor shouted as his mess of brown hair bobbed up and down.
'Are you ready to listen?' Alan asked in his chatty voice. The Doctor fought of his grin as he tried to give Alan his full attention and listen carefully.
'I am the Gardener and you will do as I say. Firstly, how dare you intrude upon my garden?' Alan raged
'Well we just kinda ended up here… by accident' the Doctor began but Alan cut him off
'By accident? By accident? I think not. I think you were sent by the Royal Horticultural Society, I think you are checking up on me'
'Ah, yes, well… all done checking!' the Doctor announced cheerfully as he tried to detangle himself from the Gardener's hands. The Gardener eyed the Doctor suspiciously
'and…?' he asked, searching for praise from the Doctor.
'And… I thought…. very pretty, you have… very pretty flowers… Oh, and the strawberries looked lovely if I may say so' the Doctor lied. Alan studied him for a moment and then smiled
'Really?' he asked like an excited school child 'I used my own formula to have an increased yield of selective permeable membrane so more water could be accepted through active transport making the xylem and phloem more effective and efficient I then….' Rose and the Doctor stopped listening and looked at each other. What on earth is he talking about, they simultaneously thought. They started making faces at each other as Alan continued his in depth speech on Strawberry growing and the wonders of it. Half an hour later he was still talking and Rose was playing charades as the Doctor tried to guess the film. When Alan paused for breath they both froze like naughty school children but sighed a breath of relief when he continued talking. Eventually they both began to listen again as his words slowed and his sentences shortened.
'…which is how I ended up with the Perennial herbaceous plant with edible fruits' Alan finished with a smug air. The Doctor raised his eyebrows and pulled a face
'That was…. very interesting… yes, er, highly educational' the Doctor began to stumble as Alan stared at him expectantly.
'So you will test them?' Alan asked watching the Doctor.
'Of course, we'd love to!' the Doctor replied enthusiastically, 'Now if you'd just let me down…' he suggested. Alan looked taken back, then shook his head
'Of course! Terribly sorry thought you were, you know' Alan began, then he lowed his voice as he looked around suspiciously, 'from over the fence at the Chelsea Flower show' he whispered, 'I didn't like the way they were looking at my strawberries. Thieves, all of them, all trying to steal my formula but they will never know!' Alan broke off falling into the thralls of evil laughter. All Rose and the Doctor could do was shake their heads. Alan finally stopped laughing and the ground also stopped shaking, Alan put the Doctor back down on the ground and brushed the dirt off his shoulders with his finger – this sent the Doctor falling backwards.
'No pushing in the playground!' Rose called out putting on a teachers' voice.
'Sorry ma'am' the Doctor obediently called out in an innocent voice. This caused Rose's face to light up despite her transformation into a plant. While the Doctor continued to brush dirt off of his suit, Rose was beginning to notice something odd about herself. Small lumps were forming under her skin, and trying to push to the surface, at the same time her roots started to dig into the ground searching for water.
'Right, lets go' Alan said as he began to lead the twosome towards the strawberry room, the only problem was that Rose had been anchored.
'Erm, I seem to have a problem' Rose quietly called out to the faster disappearing Doctors' back.
'You've always got a problem, what's it this time? A spilt end, forgotten your dinner money, or I know, you can't remember where you put your key? That's it isn't it, you humans with your ape brains, can't remember anything can you, I tell you…' The Doctor started his ramble of his superiority over the human race but Rose cut him off.
'Doctor!' she called loudly breaking his ramble, 'It's not that, I'm… I seem to be…I'm grounded!' she finally called out. This stopped the Doctor in his tracks
'Grounded? Did your mum ring and tell you that?' the Doctor put on a high female voice as he proceeded to mock Jackie, 'That's it Rose Tyler, you haven't tidied your bedroom so no more time travel!'
'oooh, ha ha' Rose sarcastically replied, 'I'm being serious, I'm literary grounded'
'Don't be ridiculous' the Doctor complained as he turned around and began to walk back towards Rose. But sure enough her feet were below the ground and numerous roots could be seen growing out of her, all moving along like little snakes.
'Holy mackerel…' the Doctor whispered as he stared. Alan's voice boomed down on them taking them out of their states of shock
'Flower pot men: Up root her' he commanded 'I said dig her up!'
He lowered his voice and looked down at the Doctor
'Don't worry, we are moving her to the strawberry rooms she will be in a controlled environment there, you know I specifically ensure that the atmosphere is 20' he started to explain to the Doctor, but the Doctor was not in the mood.
'You gardeners' he muttered, 'Early to bed, early to rise,Work like hell: fertilize.'
There we go, all finished for this chapter. Review please... pretty please?
