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A/N: And this children is what happens when you don't listen to your parents like good little girls and boys and keep away from the 5 pound bag of sugar… I realize I am at great risk of losing credibility here as a serious Doctor/Rose shipper/writer/whatever, but I am a silly person, and this is just staying true to my inner crazy. Also...jello. So there.
Pet
Standing in the doorway of the TARDIS, the Doctor gazed at Rose with what could almost be called longing. Then he turned and faced the console of his ever trusty spaceship.
"Well, T, can I keep her? Can I? Can I?" At the third "can", his voice took on a whiny tinge, and the TARDIS couldn't resist playing with him.
She probed his mind, providing him with that an answer that might have been "Well, I don't know…" in words.
His eyes widened. "She'll be really good, I promise. She's neat and all." His eyebrows rose. "Pretty too, don't you think?"
The TARDIS found herself giving in. "Well, if you really want to…" It seemed to say.
He bounced in place a bit with glee. "I do. I do!" He grinned manically.
The TARDIS gave him what could have been classified as a telepathic nod.
He clapped his hands and turned back around. "Rose!" He called. "Come here, Rose. Come here."
The little black dog came rushing forwards, tail wagging like a helicopter rotor. He scooped her up in his arms and scratched her behind the ears. "Oh, yes. Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl?" She licked his hand. "That's right. Going to stay with me forever, aren't you, Rose? Aren't you?"
A/N: Don't ask. I hardly remember writing it.