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Chapter 3: Cravings
The Doctor watched with intrigue as the last of the chocolate bar disappeared into Rose's mouth. She scrumpled up the wrapper and sighed contentedly to herself, before noticing the Doctor was watching her, and frowned.
"What?"
"S'just... interesting."
"Chocolate is interesting?"
He shook his head. "No; why you just ate a big bar all in one go like that."
Rose scowled at him.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added meekly.
Rose nodded. "I've just been craving it. Don't you get cravings
every now and then?"
The Doctor thought. "Bananas."
Rose giggled. "Apart from bananas."
"Jelly babies."
"I guess that counts." She stood up, ready to head out of the room. "Well, give it some thought. Don't you just fancy chips sometimes?"
He watched her leave, a new quandary fixated in his mind. He'd never really thought about it. Did he get cravings? He unconsciously let his mind wander to Rose, and smiled to himself, before shaking his head and focusing on food cravings. What did he crave? Chocolate, baked beans, crisps, fried eggs...? He reeled off a list of random foods in his head, and suddenly found his stomach rumbling. So he got up and headed to the kitchen, looking in every cupboard for something to munch on. He eventually looked up at the counter-top and saw a banana. Immediately his eyes lit up and he grabbed for it eagerly. He turned around and his smile dropped when he saw Rose watching him, a grin spread across her face.
"What?" he asked.
"That's the best you can do? A banana? That's so predictable!"
"Bananas are never predictable," he retorted, pointing the fruit at her. Rose shook her head with a smile, and strolled past him to the fridge and found a yoghurt, picked a biscuit from the biscuit tin and headed out of the room with them.
"You hungry?" he called.
She just nodded, and left him alone in the kitchen.
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A few hours later the Doctor was spending some quiet time reading a dusty book in the library, when a warm, oily smell wandered down the corridor and into the room. He looked up and towards the door, where Rose appeared a moment later, a huge bowl of chips in her hands. She flopped down on the squashy sofa next to the Doctor, cooing over her snack. The smell made the Doctor's stomach rumble, and he leaned over to her.
"They smell good."
"Mmhmm," she replied through a mouthful.
The Doctor looked longingly at the chips, and reached over to take one. But Rose smacked his hands away.
"Doctor! You're not craving chips, are you?" she asked cheekily.
The Doctor shook his head determinedly. "Nope."
"Sure?"
"Yep."
But as he watched her slowly savour the unhealthy snack, he found he could focus on nothing else.
In the end, he closed his book with a bang, and announced that something needed replacing in the control room. And he was gone. Rose was sure she heard his stomach rumble from the corridor. She grinned to herself. She knew she'd get him with chips!
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The Doctor was pacing around in the control room. Why did Rose have to have chips? He'd always loved chips, but he'd never really craved them. But now it was all he could think of. Rose was asleep now, but the smell was still lingering in the air. So unfair!
Try to think of something else...
ChipsChipsChipsChipsChips!
He groaned. He had to have chips.
He ran quietly through the ship, heading for the kitchen. But to his dismay, he found there was no cooking oil, and no potatoes. What are the chances!
He suddenly had a brainwave. He sneaked back to the control room, and made his way around the control panel, pressing levers and buttons. The TARDIS seemed to catch on, and the time rotor started quietly, landing discreetly. He grinned at his beloved ship, and tiptoed over to the door. Outside it was a gloomy evening and rain was thrashing from the sky, being hurled in every direction by the wind. The Doctor groaned, and covered his head with the back of his coat.
He made his way over to a row of little shops, to one that was called "General Groceries." But the sign said the shop was closed. He sighed in frustration, and banged on the door. A short, stocky man with an overgrown moustache appeared from the back of the shop, and frowned at the thin, drenched man stood at his door. The Doctor pleaded through the glass.
"Please, do you sell potatoes, and cooking oil?"
The shopkeeper shook his head, and pointed at the 'closed' sign.
"PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease?"
The man sighed, and reluctantly opened the door. The Doctor grinned at him with a big "Thank you!" and flew through the shop, grabbing the first bottle of cooking oil and a bag of potatoes. He ran over to the counter, and fished in his pockets for change.
He found none.
He grinned at the frowning shop keeper. "Hah, eh, funny story..."
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The Doctor ran into the TARDIS and slammed the door behind him. He turned with a flourish, dropping the oil, which smashed and spilled all over the floor. And there was Rose, watching this disaster, grinning her head off.
The Doctor sighed, gazing at her with big brown eyes, rain trickling from his hair into his eyes.
"What?"
"So you really want chips, eh?"
The Doctor nodded enthusiastically.
"You know there's a bag of frozen chips in the freezer?"
The Doctor closed his eyes in disbelief. "What?"