Cooking
Characters: TenToo, Tony Tyler, Rose Tyler
~Pairings: TenToo/Rose
Genre: Family, Humor
Rating: K+
Note: None
The trouble all started when Jackie and Pete went out of town, leaving the Doctor and Rose to watch Tony. No, that wasn't entirely true. The trouble actually started when the Doctor decided that he should his hand at cooking. He figured that he and Tony could handle it and give poor Rose a break.
After all he had experience like no one else did, he'd studied with famous cooks all throughout history, well he says studied, really he ate their food and watched, but those were minor details.
"Alright Tony my boy," He began enthusiastically. "What shall we make?"
"Cookies!" The boy announced excitedly, pushing up a stool and standing on it.
The Doctor frowned, "How about something healthy?"
"Cookies!" The boy protested and the Doctor sighed.
He supposed he should say no, but if he was honest with himself he didn't want to make something healthy either.
"Fine," he finally said, "But you'll still have to eat something healthy before you have said cookies, okay?"
The boy nodded.
"Right then! Let's see, first thing we need is a recipe," the Doctor looked around the kitchen and frowned. "Tony do you know where you're Mum keeps the cookbooks?"
The boy shrugged.
Experimentally the Doctor pulled open different cabinets and drawers, nothing.
"Okay Tony tells you want before we start cooking we need to take a quick detour to the nearest computer. Allons-y!"
A few minutes later, after they had done just that, the duo returned to the kitchen, a freshly printed recipe for chocolate chip cookies in hand.
"Okay!" The Doctor clapped his hands together, "Let's get started. Tony," he looked down at the five year old. "You go grab uh—"He consulted the print out, "—two eggs and I'll find some measuring cups."
If the Doctor had been thinking he might've realized that five year olds weren't exactly good at carrying breakable objects, but as it was he wasn't and so Tony broke two of them.
"That's okay," the Doctor told him smoothly. "We'll pick it up later. Just bring over those other two for now."
Tony did so and the Doctor cracked them into the bowl.
"Right, now those measuring cups," he began to once again go through cabinets and drawers, but his efforts were proving futile.
Frustrated and bored of looking the Doctor decided that he could probably just eyeball the mixture. After all he'd done it before with chemicals, how much harder could it be?
In went the sugars and the butter, in went the flour and the milk and the baking soda… or was it supposed to be powder? Oh well, it was too late to go back now.
Finally the concoction was done, and the Doctor liked to think they'd done pretty well.
Sure, everything around the bowl was covered in a thin layer of flour, including the Doctor and Tony, due to the fact that the toddler had wanted to measure it out himself and the Doctor had lost the struggle for the cup, but that was a minor issue.
"Now to the oven!" The Doctor announced excitedly, ready to put the whole bowl into the oven.
"Mummy usually rolls the dough into balls first and then puts them on a tray," Tony supplied helpfully, the Doctor shushed him.
"Well this is how I do it."
"But you're not doing it right."
The Doctor wanted to tell Tony that they hadn't been doing to 'right' since the beginning, but decided that he didn't want to argue with the boy.
"Fine," with a huff, he took the extra time to help Tony roll out each bit of dough and then put them onto the cookie sheet.
"There!" He announced, "We did it, now we're going to put it into the oven!"
They did so and for a moment stood there watching it, then Tony asked.
"How long?"
"Don't know, the instructions say 10 minutes."
Another moment and then, "I'm bored can we go do something."
The Doctor checked his watch, "Sure why not, we have time."
Thirty minutes of bored games later the Doctor crinkled his nose, "Do you smell smoke?" He asked Tony.
The boy sniffed and then his eyes went wide, "Kitchen!" He yelled and the Doctor jumped to his feet, racing to the kitchen, Tony right behind him.
He skidded to a halt and pulled open the oven, smoke bellowed out.
The Doctor swore violently and backed away eyes watering, then his eyes went wide and he turned to the five year old.
"You don't repeat that, okay? Your Mum would through a fit."
"Repeat what?" Tony asked confused.
"Nothing, just nothing, never mind," the Doctor went back to the oven.
"Did we ruin our cookies?"
"Well…uh, you see—"The Doctor looked down at the charcoal lumps on the tray. "Yeah, appears we did."
Tony looked about ready to cry, "I wanted cookies."
"I know, I know, tell you what we can go buy some or—"The rest of the sentence was cut off suddenly as an alarm blared into the air.
Instinctively the Doctor dropped the tray with a clang and covered his ears.
"What's that?" Tony asked his eyes wide.
"Fire alarm, the smoke must have set it off," The Doctor replied. "Go open the windows and the doors, we need to get the smoke out the room. Go!"
Tony scrambled off and the Doctor desperately tried to search for the offending object and in doing so stepped in the egg that they had never cleaned up.
"Oh great, just great," The Doctor whined. "I liked these socks. Now all we need is Rose and this day would be—"
As if summoned by her name Rose walked in, hands over ears, "What is going on in here?" She screamed over the beeping.
The Doctor smiled sheepishly, cheeks reddening, "Ah…well you see Rose, Tony and I decided to surprise you."
"With what, a surprise bonfire?"
"Well, cookies actually, but things went a little uh…astray I guess you could say."
"You think?"
The smoke was beginning to clear from the air and Tony ran back to the kitchen, having completed his quest.
"I did it!" He announced excitedly. "Hi Rose!" He added upon seeing his sister. "The Doctor made the fire things go off!"
"Yes I realized," she drawled, removing her hands as the noise stopped.
"You know," the Doctor supplied eager to drive the conversation away from him. "We did learn something good from all this."
Rose glared, "And what's that? That you should never cook again?"
"No, well I mean yes there's that, but there's something else," his eyes twinkled.
Rose sighed, "Alright tell me."
He smiled broadly and Rose sensed the joke coming, "At least now we know the fire alarms work."
Rose groaned, but she couldn't stop the faint smile from appearing on her lips.
This whole chapter came to pass simply because I wanted an excuse to have the Doctor say that last line about the fire alarms :P
On a side note, I'm thinking of going back and rewriting some of the earlier chapters, because I'm not as satisfied with them as I used to be, just a heads up if someone wants to like I don't know, save the originals
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