Hi - this is my first attempt at a Doctor Who fanfic - it's been a while since I've written fanfics! So I apologise if I'm a bit rusty!
Man, I love this show so much - I haven't really seen much of the original series - I got into Doctor Who after the Paul McGann telemovie. I thought Christopher Eccleston was a fantastic Doctor, and David Tennant is perfectly brilliant! (And quite lovely to boot!)
So here is a little Doctor Who/Casanova crossover. Hope you enjoy.
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"So, where're off to next eh?" Rose asked as she reclined lazily on the lounge.
"Anywhere you wish" the Doctor replied with a grin "what are you in the mood for? - Action, adventure, fish with legs…"
Rose scrunched her face in mock concentration, knowing full-well the type of place and adventure she'd like to have "how about … Venice? 18th century?"
The Doctor grinned "Venice it is. Nice choice!" he beamed. His Rose had certainly developed a fine taste in travel destinations. No doubt patented after his own immaculate taste.
Rose smiled to herself. She leaped up from her seat "Just goin' to get changed" she shouted as she dashed down the hall of the TARDIS.
'Keen isn't she' the Doctor thought to himself with a smile.
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Rose wanted to look beautiful - just a perfect 18th century lady. She searched through the endless array of clothes and costumes for the ideal …ah ha!
Rose paused as she came across a stunning red Chinese satin gown with intricate embroidery. 'Perfect' she thought happily, he won't be able to resist...well, hopefully!
She emerged from her room dramatically "so, what do you think?" she asked seductively, batting her eyelashes. The Doctor looked up from his bagel and choked. "You alright?" Rose asked, rushing to his side. The Doctor nodded sheepishly 'sorry, my god - you…you look … gorgeous." He stammered. 'Since when do you stutter like a lovesick schoolboy? Cut it out!' he scolded himself. He cleared his throat.
"So" he began casually "is there anything in particular you wanted to see while in Venice?"
Rose smiled "actually, it's not a what - it's a who. I wanted to meet someone," she said with a shy smile.
The Doctor frowned thoughtfully "Who'd you want to meet?" he asked after a slight pause.
"I'll give you a hint - he's handsome, intelligent, romantic, and popular with the ladies-"
"-Well, I'm right here in front of you - no need to travel to 18th century Venice for that!" the Doctor cut in, grinning goofily.
Rose whacked him over the shoulder, grinning "you're so full of it" she laughed. "I'm talking about the legendary Giacomo Casanova!" Rose sat down opposite him and sighed dreamily.
The Doctor was shocked to say the least - his Rose, his 19-year-old Rose - so innocent. Why'd she want to meet Casanova? Is she aware of his reputation?
As if reading his thoughts, "I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about" she said simply.
'Hmph, what's he got what I haven't got? Eh?' the Doctor sat there pondering 'well, I suppose he's got a great, big long…reputation.' He smiled.
"You know, I actually met him in one of my previous incarnations - number 8 I believe. We exchanged pickup lines." The Doctor told her proudly. "Worked every time," he said with a saucy wink.
That was too much for Rose - she just couldn't keep a straight face and burst out laughing "you? Pick up lines? Casanova?" The Doctor looked indignant "What? What's so funny?" But Rose was laughing too hard to reply.
'Well, just you wait Rose Tyler - you'll see'.
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Well - hope it was ok. Please review and let me know what you think etc. I aim to please!
Thanks for reading:-)
