Summary: In which Rose had an alien-possessed Furby as a pet and the Doctor is confused.
Rating: Somewhere around K-K+ I'd say?
Warnings: Furbies and the word "bloody"
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rose, 9th Doctor, & Furby
Pairings: I mean, pretty much gen but 9/Rose is thrown in because I'm obsessed
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, Furbies, or any content you recognize. Just playing in the sandbox of the people who do.
"Are you alien?" she asks, and she's not screaming or running or shaking from anything more than adrenaline – she doesn't even sound the slightest bit alarmed – and the Doctor finds himself tilted slightly off his axis.
"Yes," he agrees, his mouth moving mostly on autopilot. "That alright?"
And of all – of all things Rose Tyler could possibly do, of all the things the braver specimens of the human species ever did, she managed to do something that never, in all his 900-some years of experience, could he have thought of as even a vague possibility. In fact, her actions were of the sort that had never crossed his mind at all.
She grinned.
And she pulled out a Furby.
Then, she said, "Allen, meet the Doctor! You're both aliens and my friends, so you better get along," she said firmly, alternated her stern gaze between the Furby and the Doctor.
"Yes, my Flower," said the Furby in a strange, mechanical voice, and Rose petted its head in reward.
The Doctor had never known any alien entitiy to possess a bloody Furby, but when the … thing, the it, turned to give him a look that was so clearly possessive, so clearly an angry glare, the Doctor was forced to reevaluate all his presumptions about the sanity of alien life in general.
And the innocence of human children.
It was ridiculous, it really was, the Furby, the fact that such a toy existed at all and the alien inside this one for some reason and the fact that Rose toted it around and called it a friend - the whole situation was so bloody ridiculous, the Doctor just couldn't help but laugh. Hysterically. The kind of hysterical laughter that starts as a snort because you're trying to snuffle it and only gets stronger because the Doctor snorted, and it feeds off all the other overwhelming but less-happy emotions, somehow, until it all breaks loose and you realize you're rolling on the floor and you just can't stop laughing because it feels so good after everything you've been through and done and …
And later, the Doctor would realize that was the moment he started falling in love.
With the human girl from a shop in London, that is.
Not with the Furby.