(shout-out to Disc from whom the first sentence originated)
"Seriously, never say that again. It jinxes us every time, without fail." Donna glared at her twin with all the force of an oncoming hurricane.
"I’ll say what I want, thanks," the Doctor muttered, swinging his feet over the edge of the roof.
"I’m not kidding here," Donna growled. "Every time, every single time you say that something bad happens."
"I wouldn’t necessarily call this bad…" the Doctor started, only to be cut off by Donna smacking the back of his head.
"What happened to the toaster?" Rose called as she closed the front door behind her. She couldn’t yet see the toaster, but the distinct smell of burnt metal and toast crumbs was a frequent smell at their flat.
"Toaster? Why do you think something happened to the toaster? The toaster is just fine. It toasts bread just as well, if not better than it ever did before." There was a clanking of metal and the Doctor’s head appeared around the door frame, a swipe of grease across his cheek.
"Your fringe is smoking," she said, dropping her keys in the little dish by the door and toeing off her shoes.
It has been brought to my attention that GitF took place in Versailles not Paris like I intimated in my last story. I do apologize for this inaccuracy.
Title: Thirty Minutes
Pairing: Doctor x Rose Tyler
Word Count: 1370
A/N: Canon Universe. Prompt from betweenbooksandfandoms was: “nine x post-dd rose (saying, in some random universe, that they met)”
Thirty minutes was the way Rose Tyler measured life these days. Thirty minutes to survive. Thirty minutes to get answers. Thirty minutes to keep her head down. Thirty minutes to hold on for dear life. Thirty minutes between when her feet touched down and when the beeping of the device she wore around her neck informed her she could leave and be onto the next thirty minutes.
I know this probably isn’t what you were going for, but I hope you like it anyway!
Finding yourself between two men who are at odds with one another is a bit complicated but when one is nine hundred and something and the other could be argued at about six hours old, it can be downright exhausting. At least, that’s what Rose Tyler had quickly discovered.
The Doctor - the one in the brown-suit - had made it seem like it was going to be a quick ten or fifteen minute trip towing the earth back home and then everything would be hunky-dory (he’d actually said “hunky-dory” and then shuddered and Rose had to bite back tears because it was so him and she was here with him and she never thought she’d see that stupid little shudder again). As usual, he was wrong. They were now close to the four hour mark and, if the clanking noises from under the console were any indication, they had at least another four.