this one is going to be 9 and rose i think :3
it fits their relationship better in my mind.
When the clock on the TARDIS chimed to let the occupants know the late hour, it was not heard.
Rose and the doctor were far from caring what time it was. Hell, it was a time machine after all. They could do whatever they wanted and still have time for tea.
No, the two didn't care about the time; all that was on their minds at the moment was whether Raxocoricofalipitorious was an appropriate word for Scrabble.
"Doctor, you can't use that. It's not in the English dictionary, it's not allowed!" the companions eyebrows shot up in frustration as she tried to explain the rules to him.
"Rose, com'on! You know it's a real word! Who gives if it's not in the dictionary, it's in my dictionary! And in case you hadn't noticed, this is inter-galactic Scrabble. It's different. "The timelord argued with the girl, knowing that ultimately he would lose, like he always does.
"Psssh, your dictionary! For all I know in your brain klasnsadsefrbseyo could be a real word!" Her hand shot up above her head to better make her point.
"I don't know what knitting magazines have to do with this conversation, but alrighty," his face was etched with a massive grin.
"Ya know doctor; I think we need some sleep."
"I couldn't agree more."