"Wester Drumlins' house, thirty-eight years ago!" The Doctor raised his arms to the house. "Not too bad looking is it?"
"Is it still abandoned?" Rose asked looking at a shattered window.
"Yup, the man moved out a couple months ago."
"And why are we here exactly?"
"We're going to give a message to Sally Sparrow!" The Doctor grabbed Rose's hand and they walked into the house.
"Does the message have something to do with the paint can in your hand?"
"Well we need something to write with!" the Doctor smiled at her and pushed open the door to the first room on the left. "This looks like a good spot!"
"Hang on," Rose peered out the windows overlooking the courtyard. "Isn't this the room you we're looking at when we were touched by the angel?"
"Yup," The Doctor plopped the paint can on the floor. "Actually, I saw the message we're going to write earlier. Just a few letters. 'B-E' to be exact. But enough chit-chat! Let's get started."
Shrugging of his coat and suit jacket, the Doctor rolled up his sleeves and popped open the lid to the can. Rose handed him a brush and they dipped them into the black paint. After twenty or so minutes of painting words, the two stepped back to admire their work.
BEWARE THE WEEPING ANGEL OH, AND DUCK! NO REALLY DUCK! SALLY SPARROW DUCK, NOW! LOVE FROM THE DOCTOR (1969) was written in bold black paint all over the wall.
"Not bad!" The Doctor wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "Though you kind of messed up the C in my name."
"How come I couldn't write my name?" Rose asked setting her brush on the floor. "There was more than enough room on the wall."
"You're name wasn't in the picture. And besides, we ran out of paint." The Doctor tossed his brush into the empty can with a clank. Turing to Rose, he outstretched his paint covered hands and grinned, "How 'bout a hug, Rose?"
"Don't you dare come near me," Rose giggled shaking her head.
"Oh, come on," he took some steps toward her. "Just one?"
"No you don't!" Rose laughed backing up. "You can have a hug after you clean yourself off! Look at you! You've got paint on your nose too!"
The Doctor crossed his eyes trying to look at his nose. He brought a hand up to rub the base of his nose, which got it even dirtier from his painted hands.
"Come on, Doctor," she laughed. "We still have to put the wallpaper over it."
"Right-o!"
Turned out, the task of hanging wallpaper proved to be messier than painting the warning. Finally they finished and left the room with black hands, tired arms, and shreds of wallpaper stuck to their skin.
"Well that took a little longer than I thought," the Doctor said when the stepped outside. "But job well done I say!"
"Cheers," Rose smiled. "But where's the TARDIS? Wasn't it supposed to materialize by here now?"
"Yup, it will in about…erm… twenty-nine seconds!"
"Twenty-nine seconds?"
"Twenty-eight now. Well, twenty-seven. Well, twenty-six. Well—"
The Doctor stopped counting down as they heard the familiar noise of the TARDIS' grinding gears. Soon the ship's flashing light appeared, followed by the blue box. Rose and the Doctor cheered running up to it.
"There she is!" the Doctor cried. "Perfectly fine! What a wonderful old ship you are!"
"Yes she is!" Rose pulled out her key since the Doctor's was locked inside the ship. "But you got your countdown wrong. She arrived ten seconds earlier."
"Close enough!" The Doctor smiled and opened the wooden doors. The TARDIS hummed when they entered, almost like it was happy to have them back. The Doctor ran to the main console and began pushing buttons and turning levers.
"Let's get us back in space! Allons-y!" The TARDIS roared to life and shook as it went into the time vortex.
"Goodbye 1969!" Rose laughed and coming to stand by the Doctor at his ships controls. He was grinning from ear to ear; glad to be back in his bigger-on-the-inside box.
-DW-
Rose walked into main console room after changing her clothes and washing off all the paint from her hands. The Doctor was already there inspecting the controls to see if the angels or Sally Sparrow had messed them up. Raising his head, he gave her a smile as she came up to him.
"I see you got all cleaned up," she said. "Even got that paint off your nose."
"Yup!" the Doctor stood up in front of her. "And now I think you owe me something."
"You mean one of these?" Rose smiled reaching her arms around his neck. The Doctor laughed and embracing her tightly, swept her off her feet and spinning around. Rose let out a squeak in happiness as he set her down gently.
"So where do you want to go next?" he asked as he pulled out his glasses to inspect the TARDIS screen.
"Oh I don't know," Rose smiled. "Anywhere is fine! Just as long as we don't get stuck in time or thrown in a dungeon on some smelly planet."
"Oi, those things only happened once," the Doctor defended glancing at her.
"True," Rose said. "But both times were your fault."
"If I can recall correctly," he mused. "You were the one who got touched by the angel first."
"You were the one who wanted to go snooping about there."
"Oh alright," he grinned pulling her in for another hug. "You win. Everything horrible and boring is my fault."
"Not everything!" Rose said. "Traveling with you is never boring! And you are definitely not boring. I think we talked about this already."
"True," the Doctor raised an eyebrow. "But last time you gave me a kiss."
"You'll have to ask me out first," Rose joked pushing his specs up his nose.
"Okay then!" The Doctor reached over and flipped a lever, causing the TARDIS to shake. "Rose Tyler, how would you like to accompany me for a walk on planet Fellspoon? They have mountains there that move in the wind! Can you believe that? Brilliant! So what 'cha say?"
"Moving mountains you say?" Rose grinned and planted a small kiss on his cheek. "I think it's a date."
A/N: Well that was the last chapter! I hope any readers enjoyed it... Up next is 42!