The Whipped Cream War

"One hot cocoa. Skim milk. Whipped cream on top and to go please."

"Coming right up!" said the Doctor chipperly, then went to make the drink.

Rose stood next to him, minding her own business on the slow day. Tables were clean and dishes done and only the single customer remained. Boredom must have been why she felt the need to help the Doctor with a single, simple drink. She ducked down to the cabinets to grab whipped cream from the more temperature-controlled area. As she stood up, the Doctor tried to grab the bottle from her, but his hand squeezed the nozzle, spraying the substance in her face.

"Oh it's on now," she teased. The Doctor started to laugh but suddenly was met with a burst of whipped cream.

He ducked down and grabbed another canister, aiming it at Rose. "You can stop this now."

She pretended to consider it, then fired at will. He went back at her too, and they ended up having a full-out war. Once they ran out in their cans, they'd scoop it off the counters and hurl it at each other like snowballs. Rose got a big handful and held it ready as she charged the Doctor, who ran right back at her with just as much ready.

They collided and both slipped, the Doctor landing on top of her as they lie there in a massive puddle of whipped cream. Both were breathing heavy, exhausted. They stared into each other's eyes and-

"Eh hem." The customer pretended to clear her throat.

The Doctor turned slightly red around those big ears of his but stood up, straightening his coat a bit as he did. He grabbed the hot (now cold) chocolate off of the counter, where it somehow had remained unscathed, and handed it to the customer. "Here you are ma'am." He gave one of his trademark grins that was both sarcastic and genuine.

The customer left in a huff, and the Doctor watched as she he felt the tiny impact of whipped cream on the back of his neck. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I win," declared Rose.

"Is that so?" he said, scooping more off the counter.

They went at it for several more minutes, but then Rose slipped up (literally). The Doctor went to the ground too, once again on top of her, this time pinning her arms to the ground. "I win."

"Not really. " Rose then proceeded to do something so quick the Doctor didn't see it, but it ended with him on his back and her sitting on his chest.

"How did you do that?"

"I got the bronze." She smiled, stood up, took a rag, and began cleaning the whipped cream off the counters.

The Botox and Boe

Cassandra, an older lady who had obviously gone through a lot of plastic surgery, was a regular at the TARDIS coffee shop. She typically caused no trouble.

Typically.

Boe, a rare but recurring and interesting patron, sat in his usual corner table. A lot of people were drawn to the old man when he graced that cafe with his presence. Patrons would come and sit anywhere they could to listen to his stories. Today, somewhere around a dozen people surrounded his little spot, listening intently as he told the stories of his fighting in the Vietnam War back when he lived in America.

"So my friend has been shot dead, and I'm holding his body in my arms, and-"

"Pardon me," Cassandra's voice purred. "But who cares?"

"I do," chimed in another female customer.

"As do I," Rose supported from behind the counter.

"Well, obviously, you would, with your lackluster intelligence."

"Maybe you ought to go," suggested the Doctor.

"Maybe I ought to stay," she smiled. "Maybe I ought to tell my story." Cassandra pushed the elderly Boe off of his chair and took his seat. "Now listen here everyone. This is a story of beauty, and it being snatched away."

The story-listeners left instantaneously. Her words held n interest for them. The only one remaining was the girl so interested in Boe. She was helping him off the floor now, while Cassandra told her story to nobody.

Both Rose and the Doctor rushed from behind the table to assist also. "Don't you worry, Boe," assured the Doctor quietly. "We'll get her for this."

"Doctor, this is childish!" yelled the girl who liked Boe's story, whose name they learned to be Jabe.

"Of course it is! That's what makes it a good plan!" He beamed.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Rose, even though she thought it was a fantastic idea.

"Yup."

Jabe sat next to Boe in the shop, and he spoke to her, only her, in wordsand stories no one else could hear. Cassandra of course, walked in at 8:00 am, as usual. She eyed the two with disgust before approaching the counter and placing her order. "One black coffee for today," she said to Rose.

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"No." Cassandra handed Rose exact change and set her purse on a table. "Watch it," she snapped.

Rose nodded and Cassandra sauntered off to the bathroom in the back of the shop, flipping her hair as if she were a defiant teenager (in actuality, she looked incredibly silly doing so).

The second the door shut behind her, the Doctor hopped over the counter and went to Cassandra's purse. He took out the bottle of lotion she carried with her everywhere and poured a small amount of some sort of substance in it. He then shook the bottle, put it back in it's spot, and ran back over behind the counter.

Jabe winked at him and he winked back. Rose felt a little pang of jealousy but said nothing. She merely set the now ready cup of coffee on the counter.

Cassandra came out of the bathroom and snatched the cup off the counter and sat down. Just as the Doctor suspected she would, she took out her lotion and rubbed it all over her hands. Then, as they had not expected, she rubbed it into her face too.

Nothing happened.

Rose looked at the Doctor worriedly. "Wait for it," he said, grinning that impossible grin.

All four of them, Boe, Jabe, Rose, and the Doctor, stared at Cassandra.

"Is there something on my face?" she asked.

Another random patron spoke. "Um, miss? Your face is turning green."

"Green! What-" In an outraged she stomped off to the bathroom. Everyone cringed at the scream. "DEAR GOD MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!"

"That'll teach her to bully an old man," said Jabe, satisfied.

Rose and the Doctor were trying very hard not to laugh as Cassandra stormed back through the cafe, picked up her bag and coffee, and ran out the door. The second she did, though, they collapsed into giggles together. "I guess you could say she was- green with envy!" laughed the Doctor.

The Little Cut

Rose scooped up the bucket of dishes and started to turn around when she fell. Cups and plates and silverware went everywhere, a good portion of it hitting her face.

The Doctor popped up out of nowhere like some sort of big-eared prairie dog. "Are you okay, Rose?"

"Oh I um just uh... the floor was slippery and well-"

"Your lip is bleeding," observed the Doctor as he helped her up.

"It's just a little cut."

"A little cut! Oh no no no. Rose Tyler, I think you need a Doctor." He paused for a moment, as if slightly unsure, then leaned in and kissed her. Only for a few seconds though, and then he took a step back.

"That's your best line?" Rose laughed.

The Doctor looked away sheepishly, and Rose turned him back to face her. They stood there for a moment, before Rose pulled him down for another kiss.

The customers cheered and hooted around them and they sprung apart, embarrassed. Rose blushed. She looks so adorable when she does that. thought the Doctor.

"I better pick this up," said Rose.

"I'll help you."