Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Nor do I own the computer I type this story on. :-(
Hello lovelies! I know I said it might be a couple days, but I decided to stretch this part out a bit. Hope you enjoy!
Oh joy. 3 hours of sleep, and I'm awake again. The Doctor cringed Laying there, he reflected on what had happened earlier that night.
10:00 PM –
"Don't stay down here all night John," pleaded Rose. "Come to bed." She tried to pull him up from his work chair, but he was firmly plopped. "Doctor…" she whined.
"Mmm-hmm…" he mumbled. Now if I can just tweak this…I wish I had my sonic screwdriver!!!! Ugh…why the hell didn't I take the spare I made?! Wait…maybe it's in my TARDIS pocket!!!!!!!! The Doctor ran across the room to his suit jacket, which he hadn't worn since he and Rose left Bad Wolf Bay years before.
"Doctor?" Rose eyed him carefully. "Are you even listening to me? And what in the name of Rassilon are you doing?" She put her hands on her hips and frowned at him.
"I'm looking for my sonic - wait a second! Did you just say 'in the name of Rassilon'?!" He grinned at her like he'd just won the lottery.
"Well, erm…I hear you say it so often, that I guess it's, um…rubbed off on me?" She blushed furiously.
He winked at her, then went back to searching for his Sonic Screwdriver. "To answer your questions, yes I was listening, I just wasn't responding. And I'm searching my TARDIS pockets for my spare Sonic Screwdriver…oh, for Boe's Sake! This will take forever!" In an effort to speed up his searching, John turned the jacket upside down and watched its contents fall to the ground. In a flash, he was on the floor, sorting through it all. "Let's see, old chocolate wrapper, wire cutters, blindfold, spare batteries, OOOH! Jelly Babies!!!" He quickly snatched them up and put them on his desk, before turning back. "What else? A bell, a take-out menu from when we were on Raxacoricofallapatorius, unused Memory Crystals! Oh, that will be a joy! I've used up all the ones I've got."
"Memory Crystals?" Rose asked cynically.
"It's a Time Lord thing," He shrugged.
"I thought you had an infallible memory!"
"Oi, you try remembering every bit of your life when you're 900 years old!" he cried. "Now let's see…AH! Here it is, oh how I've missed you sweetheart! Mwa! Rose, look what I've found!" he cried.
"…Did you just kiss your Sonic Screwdriver?" she asked skeptically. John shot her a glare.
"You watch what you say around my screwdriver Mrs. Smith, or I'll have to use it!" He waved it in a way that was supposed to be threatening, while trying not to laugh. Rose, on the other hand, burst into tears from laughing so hard.
"Oh yes…Mr. Smith…you're so…threatening!" she choked out. He raised his eyebrows, then pointed the Sonic Screwdriver at rose and pressed the button, then put on a cheeky smile. "Now that, young lady, is much better," he beamed. Rose looked down, then turned beet red.
"Doctor! Where the hell are my pajamas?!" Rose had been stripped of everything but her undergarments.
"Oh, no need to worry love. They're safe and sound." He tapped the screwdriver. "In here, that is."
"Doctor! NOT funny!" She crossed her arms and shivered. The basement was quite cold. Just because the cold still didn't affect him didn't mean he had to make her suffer.
"Not funny to you…" he mumbled. "Alright, alright! Here you go!" He pressed the button again, and her clothes rematerialized. "That better?" He walked over and wrapped his arm around her.
"Yes, much," she said, grinning at him. She kissed him softly, and turned back to his desk. "So what do you need it for? The pile of junk, I mean," she said, gesturing towards the mess.
"Junk? JUNK? Rose, this is SO much more than junk! " he cried. "This is going to be a scanner, just like the one I had in the med-lab on the TARDIS, except it has a thermometer that you stick under your tongue. It can tell you everything you need to know. Well, not yet. But it will! You just wait and see." He smiled triumphantly.
"Alright space boy, you have fun with your toys. Just, try to get to bed at a reasonable hour, yeah?"
"Yes mum" he shot back. She rolled her eyes, and kissed him. One…two…three…four… he counted in his head. Rose suddenly pulled back. "Hey! What'd you pull away for?" he whined.
"You're counting, aren't you?" she asked incredulously.
"Well…" he said sheepishly. She smacked him on the arm.
"Figures. Men! You can never trust 'em!" She pecked him one more time, then flitted up the stairs, leaving him to his work. Women… he thought, grinning. Then, he snatched up the wire cutters, spare batteries, and the bell, and with his screwdriver in hand, dashed over to his desk. Pulling out his geek-chic glasses (as Rose had kindly named them), he scooted them up his nose and went back to his work.
What do you think? If you can guess where the Memory Crystal might come in handy later on, I'll put your screen name somewhere in the next part! Cross my heart!
Thanks to HiddenintheTardis and PKarma42 for the great feedback! I should have the next part up tomorrow or Thursday, so keep a look out!
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