hi! welcome back from the cone of science - i feel you, i still have testing left. anyway, can you write ten/rose telepathic bond fluff? it's my absolute favorite kind of fluff and it would help me get through this weekend. thanks!
Here you go! Good luck with the rest of your exams!!
The Doctor hummed idly as he lay underneath the central console of the TARDIS, making routine maintenance checks. But the ship was making it incredibly difficult for him to do so, as she kept flickering her lights and shocking his fingers.
“Oi, stop it!” he growled, sticking his index finger into his mouth after a particularly violent shock. “Or do you want to fall to bits on our next trip?”
“Oh, she’s not that worn down,” Rose said, and there was a clip of irritation in her voice.
Blimey, even Rose was annoyed with him.
“Yes, I’m annoyed!” she said exasperatedly, but the Doctor could feel the affection bubbling across their bond, so whatever it was she was angry about, it wasn’t too bad.
“I’m not exactly angry,” she said as the Doctor hoisted himself up from below the grating. The TARDIS had seen fit to turn off all the lights, making it impossible to continue his work. But there were still a few wires and bolts he needed to reattach, so until the ship decided to cooperate with him, he and Rose would be stuck in the Vortex.
“Well you’re both miffed about something,” he pouted, wiping his hands off on a nearby rag, and he smirked as he noticed Rose’s gaze drop to his bare forearms, where he’d rolled up his sleeves.
“Do you know what you’ve been humming for the past couple of hours?” Rose asked, forcing her eyes away from his arms.
The Doctor furrowed his brow, and finally the strands of the tune that had been stuck in his head all morning finally took shape.
It’s a small world after all…
He grinned sheepishly when Rose’s annoyance flared, as her mind added to the lyrics.
“You’ve had that bloody earworm for over two hours!” Rose said, and the Doctor could feel her attempting to shove that song to the back of her mind, but it kept inching forward. “No wonder the TARDIS won’t let you touch her. She’s about as sick of it as I am!”
“Sorry, love,” the Doctor said, but he was far too amused at the situation to be truly sorry.
“Git,” Rose grumbled, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“I am sorry it’s been annoying you,” he said a bit more earnestly, and he telepathically apologized to the TARDIS.
“Guess that’s a trade off for having you in my head,” she said, and a smile was tugging up the corners of her mouth.
“But worth it, right,” he said, plopping down on the jump seat beside her. They’d only had their bond for a little over a week, but already the Doctor couldn’t imagine not having her in his head.
“Definitely,” Rose agreed, tucking her head against his shoulder. “But next time, can you try to pick a less annoying earworm?”