Summary: The Doctor and Rose discuss sartorial preferences while watching Indiana Jones. Predictably, the discussion becomes very…heated.
Notes: Hello shiny people! I’m back after a few weeks break since finishing my last (lengthy) fic. This time we have something light, fluffy, silly and short (and NINE). I blame @aintfraidanoghosts entirely for this fic because she begged me to write it when this crazy nonsense popped into my head while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark a while ago. So really, IT IS ALL HER FAULT that I ended up writing this on a Monday morning when I was supposed to be working. So….yeah this fic is for her. No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy and please don’t kill me for this silliness!
“Wha’?” Rose said, eyes glued to the screen as the Doctor plopped onto the sofa beside her.
“How can you watch this rubbish, Rose?”
“What’s wrong with it? ‘S Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark!” she said indignantly, blindly reaching for another handful of popcorn.
“He’s traipsing about the jungle in a leather jacket!” The Doctor offered her the bowl. “Who does that, then?”
Rose choked. “‘Scuse me?”
“Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle on the way to liberate Aztec artefacts from a glorified seesaw!”
“Say what?”
“You heard me. This director is barking, Harrison Ford or no Harrison Ford. Raiders of the Lost Ark, indeed. Nutters of the Lost Ark, more like it!”
Rose turned to stare at him. “You did not just say that.”
“Did so!” He raised his eyebrows smugly. “What of it?”
“You did not just say that nobody- Doctor, you wear a leather jacket in the jungle!” She shook her head disbelievingly. “You do it all the time!”
“Well…that’s different.” The Time Lord shifted uncomfortably and set the bowl on the table in front of them.
“You also wore a leather jacket in the snow and in the desert and to the beach and my cousin Robbie’s weddin’!”
“‘S not the same thing !” The Doctor folded his arms, leather jacket creaking.
“Why not?” Rose silently thanked the TARDIS for pausing the movie for her. “He’s wearin’ a leather jacket in the jungle, you wear a jacket in the jungle. You wore a leather jacket in the Plentimen jungle just last week!”
“‘M not sayin’ there’s sommat wrong with leather, Rose!” He scowled. “Happen to like leather, me. ‘M just saying leather isn’t appropriate for his…activities! ‘S just daft for a human to wear leather in a hot, humid jungle! You overheat at the drop of a hat, you lot!”
She smirked, suddenly understanding the cause of his little outburst. “Oh please, don’t start that whole ‘Time Lord biology’ bit again.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie, sending another wave of gratitude to the TARDIS for restarting at just the right time, receiving a pleased hum in return. “Just admit you’re jealous of Harrison Ford and move on, Doctor.”
Summary: The Doctor and Rose discuss sartorial preferences while watching Indiana Jones. Predictably, the discussion becomes very…heated.
Notes: Hello shiny people! I’m back after a few weeks break since finishing my last (lengthy) fic. This time we have something light, fluffy, silly and short (and NINE). I blame @aintfraidanoghosts entirely for this fic because she begged me to write it when this crazy nonsense popped into my head while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark a while ago. So really, IT IS ALL HER FAULT that I ended up writing this on a Monday morning when I was supposed to be working. So….yeah this fic is for her. No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy and please don’t kill me for this silliness!
“Wha’?” Rose said, eyes glued to the screen as the Doctor plopped onto the sofa beside her.
“How can you watch this rubbish, Rose?”
“What’s wrong with it? ‘S Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark!” she said indignantly, blindly reaching for another handful of popcorn.
“He’s traipsing about the jungle in a leather jacket!” The Doctor offered her the bowl. “Who does that, then?”
Rose choked. “‘Scuse me?”
“Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle on the way to liberate Aztec artefacts from a glorified seesaw!”
“Say what?”
“You heard me. This director is barking, Harrison Ford or no Harrison Ford. Raiders of the Lost Ark, indeed. Nutters of the Lost Ark, more like it!”
Rose turned to stare at him. “You did not just say that.”
“Did so!” He raised his eyebrows smugly. “What of it?”
“You did not just say that nobody- Doctor, you wear a leather jacket in the jungle!” She shook her head disbelievingly. “You do it all the time!”
“Well…that’s different.” The Time Lord shifted uncomfortably and set the bowl on the table in front of them.
“You also wore a leather jacket in the snow and in the desert and to the beach and my cousin Robbie’s weddin’!”
“‘S not the same thing !” The Doctor folded his arms, leather jacket creaking.
“Why not?” Rose silently thanked the TARDIS for pausing the movie for her. “He’s wearin’ a leather jacket in the jungle, you wear a jacket in the jungle. You wore a leather jacket in the Plentimen jungle just last week!”
“‘M not sayin’ there’s sommat wrong with leather, Rose!” He scowled. “Happen to like leather, me. ‘M just saying leather isn’t appropriate for his…activities! ‘S just daft for a human to wear leather in a hot, humid jungle! You overheat at the drop of a hat, you lot!”
She smirked, suddenly understanding the cause of his little outburst. “Oh please, don’t start that whole ‘Time Lord biology’ bit again.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie, sending another wave of gratitude to the TARDIS for restarting at just the right time, receiving a pleased hum in return. “Just admit you’re jealous of Harrison Ford and move on, Doctor.”
Summary: The Doctor and Rose discuss sartorial preferences while watching Indiana Jones. Predictably, the discussion becomes very…heated.
Notes: Hello shiny people! I’m back after a few weeks break since finishing my last (lengthy) fic. This time we have something light, fluffy, silly and short (and NINE). I blame @aintfraidanoghosts entirely for this fic because she begged me to write it when this crazy nonsense popped into my head while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark a while ago. So really, IT IS ALL HER FAULT that I ended up writing this on a Monday morning when I was supposed to be working. So….yeah this fic is for her. No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy and please don’t kill me for this silliness!
“Wha’?” Rose said, eyes glued to the screen as the Doctor plopped onto the sofa beside her.
“How can you watch this rubbish, Rose?”
“What’s wrong with it? ‘S Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark!” she said indignantly, blindly reaching for another handful of popcorn.
“He’s traipsing about the jungle in a leather jacket!” The Doctor offered her the bowl. “Who does that, then?”
Rose choked. “‘Scuse me?”
“Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle on the way to liberate Aztec artefacts from a glorified seesaw!”
“Say what?”
“You heard me. This director is barking, Harrison Ford or no Harrison Ford. Raiders of the Lost Ark, indeed. Nutters of the Lost Ark, more like it!”
Rose turned to stare at him. “You did not just say that.”
“Did so!” He raised his eyebrows smugly. “What of it?”
“You did not just say that nobody- Doctor, you wear a leather jacket in the jungle!” She shook her head disbelievingly. “You do it all the time!”
“Well…that’s different.” The Time Lord shifted uncomfortably and set the bowl on the table in front of them.
“You also wore a leather jacket in the snow and in the desert and to the beach and my cousin Robbie’s weddin’!”
“‘S not the same thing !” The Doctor folded his arms, leather jacket creaking.
“Why not?” Rose silently thanked the TARDIS for pausing the movie for her. “He’s wearin’ a leather jacket in the jungle, you wear a jacket in the jungle. You wore a leather jacket in the Plentimen jungle just last week!”
“‘M not sayin’ there’s sommat wrong with leather, Rose!” He scowled. “Happen to like leather, me. ‘M just saying leather isn’t appropriate for his…activities! ‘S just daft for a human to wear leather in a hot, humid jungle! You overheat at the drop of a hat, you lot!”
She smirked, suddenly understanding the cause of his little outburst. “Oh please, don’t start that whole ‘Time Lord biology’ bit again.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie, sending another wave of gratitude to the TARDIS for restarting at just the right time, receiving a pleased hum in return. “Just admit you’re jealous of Harrison Ford and move on, Doctor.”
“I am not!”
“Course you are,” she said, watching as Indiana Jones slashed his whip about, admittedly looking like a giant git compared to the bloke sitting next to her- not that she’d ever tell the Doctor that. “‘S understandable that you’d feel insecure about how good he looks in leather.” She glanced slyly from the corner of her eye. “I mean, look at him. He’s a bit of alright what with the leather and the hat and the khaki trousers and workboots. Looks very rough ‘n ready- very sexy.”
“Oi! An’ what ‘m I then? A ballerina?”
She tried not to laugh as she stared determinedly at the screen, even though her attention was entirely on the man beside her. Sometimes, he was just too predictable. Any moment now…
Suddenly, she was lying on the couch, pinned beneath a Time Lord whose eyes burned blue fire.
“S’pose you think you’re funny?”
“Might do,” she said breathlessly. God, she loved him.
“S’pose you thought it’d be fun to tease an old Time Lord?”
“Might’ve done,” she grinned, tongue touching her teeth.
His eyes burned even hotter as his body stirred against her. “You should be careful playin’ with fire, Rose. Could get burned.”
“Oh I’m countin’ on it,,” she said, trailing a finger across his lips, heart racing as his eyes flared.
“Is that so?” His face drew closer.
“Yeah,” she sighed as his lips caressed her neck. “You know I love a rough and ready bloke.” She smirked as he stilled.
“Rose,” he growled.
“Well,one rough and ready bloke- a daft old sod who’s jealous of someone off the telly.”
“Was not!”
“Yes you are.” She grinned, watching his eyes follow her tongue to the corner of her mouth. “You’re jealous of a git off the telly, Doctor.”
The tips of his ears burned red. “Alright, might’ve been, just a bit,” he muttered. “Couldn’t help it, what with you starin’ at him so intently.”
She shook her head and pulled him closer. “You’re mental, you are.”
“Am I?” The low rumble of his voice sent tremors through her body.
“Course you are,” she said softly. “There’s only one bloke in a leather jacket I’m interested in.”
“That so?”
“That’s so,” she said breathlessly, arching against him. “An’ he’s so impressive that it hurts to look at him sometimes.”
“Does it now?” His eyes smouldered. “I’ll show you rough and ready, Rose Tyler.”
Neither of them had a word to say for a long time after that.
+++++++++++++++++++++
Four weeks later, the Amazon Rainforest, Brazil, 1926
“Come off it, Rose! Let it go!” The Doctor tromped up the slope, turning to make sure Rose was close behind. “Blimey, you’ve got the memory of a Zoprel elephant, you have.”
“But Doctor, I’m just worried about your health!” Rose smirked as she climbed the slope to stand besides him. “Nobody wears a leather jacket in the jungle! ‘S just mental. Not appropriate for our activities, you know, what with us trying to save that alien ark that landed here.”
“Oi, I’m not the one whose body temperature can kill ‘em within a few degrees!” he protested, crossing his arms. “Nice and steady with the biochemical processes, me.”
“But Doctor, I thought you said only a nutter would wear a leather jacket in the-”
“Right, that’s enough of that. Com’ere, you,” he growled and pulled her to him, kissing her as though both their lives depended on it.
(Come to think of it, they probably did).
She was pleasantly unaware of her surroundings until approaching voices rudely interrupted their pleasant interlude.
“Perhaps we’d better give them a moment,” a timid voice in British tones said. “They appear to be, er, occupied.”
“Oh, if we wait for them to disengage we’ll never get anything done,” Jack said cheerfully. “Locked at the lips is of one the ten natural states in which you can find Rosie and the Doc in the wild.”
“I, er, that is-”
“Others include smiling goofily at each other, holding hands, cuddling, cuddling while smiling goofily at each other, arguing, arguing followed by smiling goofily at each other, the Doc defending Rose, Rose defending the Doc and both of them joined in places that are not permitted to be seen in public during this time period.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows at the blushing archeology student. “If you know what I mean.”
“Jack!”
“Harkness!”
Their erstwhile companion ignored them both and continued to lecture the poor bloke next to him, sounding for all the world as though he were narrating an animal documentary.
“They don’t object to human observers in most of these states, however-
A mighty flash interrupted Jack’s spiel.
“- the male of the Time Lord species has been known to react badly to flash photography,” Jack finished, cringing slightly.
“Oi!” The Doctor pulled away from Rose and stomped over to the poor bloke clutching the camera. “You tryin’ to burn my retinas?”
“He was just takin’ a photo, Doctor,” Rose sighed, following him.
“He was just blindin’ me, is what he was doing! Primitive human contraption nearly took my eye out.”
“’S not his fault that cameras are what they are in this time period,” Rose said, taking his arm as she turned him back to the trail they’d been following.
“He should watch where he’s pointin’ that thing!”
“He didn’t mean to blind us,” Rose soothed, pulling him along. “He’s probably just excited about the whole alien bit- only found out about it this morning, didn’t he?”
“S’pose,” the Doctor grumbled. “Still needs to be careful where he’s aiming that daft contraption.”
“I’m sure he will,” she soothed.
Behind them, Jack and his new friend trailed along. “You’ll note that the female of the brand new, one of a kind ‘Bad Wolf’ species has a calming effect on the Time Lord and can usually soothe him into less dangerous moods in no time.”
Philip exhaled. “Quite. Thank goodness for that! Does it, er, does that happen often?”
She could hear the smile in Jack’s voice. “All the time, gorgeous. All the time!”
As Jack began rambling about the time he’d been arrested for nude hiking on Kolima Beta, Rose glanced at the still-muttering Time Lord beside her, while the most lecherous immortal to walk the earth trailed behind them, trying his best to corrupt the poor naive bloke with him. Nutters of the Lost Ark indeed, she smirked.
Summary: While waiting out an unlikely infestation/invasion, the Doctor tells Rose and Jack about a rather…unusual…incident from his past.
Notes: Er, so, hi? *waves timidly*. It’s been a long while, I know- RL has been VERY rude. And apparently this is the first thing that my muse has decided that we need to share after all this time. It’s utter crack, from start to finish (totally not sorry!), and those of you who know me are probably not at all surprised by the content of this crackitude. *grins sheepishly* Fair warning, I’m VERY rusty.To be fair, it’s not entirely my fault- a friend sent me this crazy article and, well, the muse took over after that. Thanks to rose–nebula for the beta x Soooo…..yeah. Enjoy the lunacy and if you hate it please don’t come after me with a crepe?
Rose turned to the Doctor. “Right, what we gonna do then?”
“Do?” He cocked his head.
“About the crazy giant moose-things that have taken over the ski park, Doctor!’ Rose stared at him. “Or were you plannin’ to just sit here in front of a sixty-first century ski park an’ wait it out until aliens try to take over the world again?”
“Who said anything about aliens?”
Jack stared. “Wait, you mean they’re NOT aliens?
“Nope. Just angry meeses.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rose frowned. “Did you say meeses?”
“Yeah. Plural of moose. Used to be moose, but they changed because of a mad lawyer in the early twenty-first century. Nutella-crazed, moose-obsessed nutter, she was.”
“Nutella-crazed…what? ” Rose shook her head in bewilderment.
“Oh yeah, complete nutter. Whacked me over the head with a crepe, once.”
“Oooooh, kinky.” Jack waggled his eyebrows. “You randy old Time Lord, you.”
“That wasn’t a euphemism, you oversexed sod! She thumped me with a crepe. Literally.”
Summary: While waiting out an unlikely infestation/invasion, the Doctor tells Rose and Jack about a rather…unusual…incident from his past.
Notes: Er, so, hi? *waves timidly*. It’s been a long while, I know- RL has been VERY rude. And apparently this is the first thing that my muse has decided that we need to share after all this time. It’s utter crack, from start to finish (totally not sorry!), and those of you who know me are probably not at all surprised by the content of this crackitude. *grins sheepishly* Fair warning, I’m VERY rusty.To be fair, it’s not entirely my fault- a friend sent me this crazy article and, well, the muse took over after that. Thanks to rose–nebula for the beta x Soooo…..yeah. Enjoy the lunacy and if you hate it please don’t come after me with a crepe?
Rose turned to the Doctor. “Right, what we gonna do then?”
“Do?” He cocked his head.
“About the crazy giant moose-things that have taken over the ski park, Doctor!’ Rose stared at him. “Or were you plannin’ to just sit here in front of a sixty-first century ski park an’ wait it out until aliens try to take over the world again?”
“Who said anything about aliens?”
Jack stared. “Wait, you mean they’re NOT aliens?
“Nope. Just angry meeses.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rose frowned. “Did you say meeses?”
“Yeah. Plural of moose. Used to be moose, but they changed because of a mad lawyer in the early twenty-first century. Nutella-crazed, moose-obsessed nutter, she was.”
“Nutella-crazed…what? ” Rose shook her head in bewilderment.
“Oh yeah, complete nutter. Whacked me over the head with a crepe, once.”
“Oooooh, kinky.” Jack waggled his eyebrows. “You randy old Time Lord, you.”
“That wasn’t a euphemism, you oversexed sod! She thumped me with a crepe. Literally.”
Summary: While waiting out an unlikely infestation/invasion, the Doctor tells Rose and Jack about a rather…unusual…incident from his past.
Notes: Er, so, hi? *waves timidly*. It’s been a long while, I know- RL has been VERY rude. And apparently this is the first thing that my muse has decided that we need to share after all this time. It’s utter crack, from start to finish (totally not sorry!), and those of you who know me are probably not at all surprised by the content of this crackitude. *grins sheepishly* Fair warning, I’m VERY rusty.To be fair, it’s not entirely my fault- a friend sent me this crazy article and, well, the muse took over after that. Thanks to rose–nebula for the beta x Soooo…..yeah. Enjoy the lunacy and if you hate it please don’t come after me with a crepe?
Rose turned to the Doctor. “Right, what we gonna do then?”
“Do?” He cocked his head.
“About the crazy giant moose-things that have taken over the ski park, Doctor!’ Rose stared at him. “Or were you plannin’ to just sit here in front of a sixty-first century ski park an’ wait it out until aliens try to take over the world again?”
“Who said anything about aliens?”
Jack stared. “Wait, you mean they’re NOT aliens?
“Nope. Just angry meeses.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rose frowned. “Did you say meeses?”
“Yeah. Plural of moose. Used to be moose, but they changed because of a mad lawyer in the early twenty-first century. Nutella-crazed, moose-obsessed nutter, she was.”
“Nutella-crazed…what? ” Rose shook her head in bewilderment.
“Oh yeah, complete nutter. Whacked me over the head with a crepe, once.”
“Oooooh, kinky.” Jack waggled his eyebrows. “You randy old Time Lord, you.”
“That wasn’t a euphemism, you oversexed sod! She thumped me with a crepe. Literally.”
Summary: While waiting out an unlikely infestation/invasion, the Doctor tells Rose and Jack about a rather…unusual…incident from his past.
Notes: Er, so, hi? *waves timidly*. It’s been a long while, I know- RL has been VERY rude. And apparently this is the first thing that my muse has decided that we need to share after all this time. It’s utter crack, from start to finish (totally not sorry!), and those of you who know me are probably not at all surprised by the content of this crackitude. *grins sheepishly* Fair warning, I’m VERY rusty.To be fair, it’s not entirely my fault- a friend sent me this crazy article and, well, the muse took over after that. Thanks to rose–nebula for the beta x Soooo…..yeah. Enjoy the lunacy and if you hate it please don’t come after me with a crepe?
Rose turned to the Doctor. “Right, what we gonna do then?”
“Do?” He cocked his head.
“About the crazy giant moose-things that have taken over the ski park, Doctor!’ Rose stared at him. “Or were you plannin’ to just sit here in front of a sixty-first century ski park an’ wait it out until aliens try to take over the world again?”
“Who said anything about aliens?”
Jack stared. “Wait, you mean they’re NOT aliens?
“Nope. Just angry meeses.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Rose frowned. “Did you say meeses?”
“Yeah. Plural of moose. Used to be moose, but they changed because of a mad lawyer in the early twenty-first century. Nutella-crazed, moose-obsessed nutter, she was.”
“Nutella-crazed…what? ” Rose shook her head in bewilderment.
“Oh yeah, complete nutter. Whacked me over the head with a crepe, once.”
“Oooooh, kinky.” Jack waggled his eyebrows. “You randy old Time Lord, you.”
“That wasn’t a euphemism, you oversexed sod! She thumped me with a crepe. Literally.”
Rose narrowed her eyes. “What’d you do, then?”
“Why d’you always assume I’ve done something?” The Doctor crossed his arms indignantly, leather jacket creaking.
Rose folded her own arms in response. “Cause I know you, Doctor. You always do something.”
“Honestly, Rose, I’m insulted. Me own wife, of all people, thinkin’ the worst of me! Hurts a bloke’s feelings, that does.”
Rose raised an eyebrow. “Doctor.”
“Honestly, Rose! I have feelings , you know.”
“Nope.” The other brow went up. “Not buyin’ it. What’d you do? ”
“Nothing, really.” He cleared his throat. “I might’ve half-inched a jar of Nutella.”
Rose stared at him, not saying a word.
He looked intently at the toe of his left boot. “…from the cafe she was sitting in. As they were about to put it on her crepe.”
“Doctor!”
“What? I was peckish, Rose, and I had a hankering!”
Jack whistled. “You stole a Nutella addict’s Nutella? You’re lucky you’re still alive to talk about it.”
“You’re not wrong. Thought I was going to regenerate then and there,” the Time Lord grumbled. “Not that I was overly fond of that body anway. Too shifty by half, that one.”
“Which you was it?”
“Seventh.”
“Ah.” Rose bit her lip, trying to hold in a laugh.
“What?” The Doctor demanded. “What’s so funny?”
“S’just…the mental image of creepy shepherd-magician you bein’ chased by a crazy woman wavin’ a crepe.” She snorted. “S’ridiculous, Doctor.”
Jack giggled.
“Oi! That’s enough of that!” The Doctor looked outraged. “I could’ve been seriously injured, Rose! She threatened to throw me to a moose, you know!”
Rose tried harder to stifle her laughter. “Did she even have a moose?”
“Well, I wasn’t takin’ any chances! She was screechin’ about Rupert and the Twice Victorious Meese Army! I wasn’t sticking around to find out!”
“Rupert?” Rose burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. “A moose named Rupert?”
“Rupert the Battle Moose, First Commander of the Regimental Horde of Very Angry Meeses, if you don’t mind.”
Rose only laughed harder.
“It’s not funny, Rose! I could’ve been seriously injured, me! Have you seen the size of them?”
She tried to stop laughing. She really did, but Jack’s explosive laughter didn’t help.
“Stop that!” The Doctor snapped. “Death by moose is a very serious business, Rose!”
She squeaked.
“Rose!”
“Death by moose,” she wheezed. “Death by moose!”
“Yes, death by moose!” He shuddered. “Pretty certain that regeneration by meeselation has never happened before. Can you imagine what I’d look like if I’d formed meself on the last thing I’d seen?
Unable to help it any longer, Rose collapsed in a pile on the ground, laughing hysterically. Distantly, she heard Jack crackling with laughter. She wasn’t surprised; picturing the Doctor with antlers and a goofy-looking moose face did that to a person.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “I picked up a jar of Nutella from Tesco on our last visit to Jackie- you just see if I share any!”
“Course you will,” Jack wiped at his eyes. “As if you’ve ever been able to say no to Rose.”
“Of course I can!” The Doctor scoffed. “I’m a Time Lord, me- stern of will and strong of purpose.”
“And smitten of the Rose and whipped of the affection.”
“That’s not the right phrasing.” The Doctor scowled. “And I’m not whipped.”
“As a training post in a Victorian army camp, oh, yes you are.” Jack waggled his eyebrows.
Rose smiled cheerfully at him from the forest floor. “You know you love me, Doctor.”
The Doctor grunted.
“You know you do.” She stood, dusting herself off and slipping her arm into his. “An’ I love you, even if you do get yourself attacked by crazy people carrying random foodstuffs.”
He grumbled.
Winking at Jack, she steered the sulky Time Lord towards the clearing in which they’d left the TARDIS. “Come on then, why don’t we talk about it over a nice cup of tea and some Nutella on toast?”
“S’pose,” the Doctor muttered at last, absently lacing his fingers with hers as they strode along.
“Honestly.” Jack shook his head as he watched them go. “ Sosmitten.”
Okay so I was at work doing hot girl shit and I was thinkin… what if like, one of the “side effects” of these two sorry bastards being practically superglued at the hand to eachother all the time is that the Doctor starts to like, actually, literally see the universe the way Rose does, like cause of some psychic shit?
Like this guy been through it. I reckon before he met Rose he could only see the bad in the universe - what he’d seen during the war just tainted everything. But then this innocent, young human took his hand and he began to see the universe through her eyes - its beauty and its wonder, like he had before, a long time ago; and some of that damage the time war dealt on his psyche was slowly written over by the thoughts and feelings of a shop girl, experiencing the vastness of time and space for the first time.
So I drew this, whatever this is, and I call it Intrusive Thoughts
