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wishiknewwhoAuthor: wishiknewwho
Series: Stories for a Winter's Night
Rating: G
Characters: Ten/Rose
Dislcaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and it's probably just as well that I don't because it'd be nothing but hugs and hair ruffling for the foreseeable future.
Spoilers: Not a one.
Summary: She didn't mean to start a war--really, she didn't.
Author Notes: Just more pointless fluff. Not holiday-themed, exactly, but there is snow. I am churning these things out like nobody's business. And remember, I am taking requests.
She didn’t mean to start a war--really she didn’t. But the snow was there, so pristine, just begging to be picked up. It yielded under her hands, practically forming a snowball with no effort at all on her part. And really, what could she be expected to do with the most perfect snowball ever fashioned, other than throw it at him? He was a man of science; he should understand.
And understand he did. He exclaimed as the cold wet ball of snow struck him square in the face. “Oh, Rose. Rose, Rose, Rose,” he said as he removed his glasses and wiped them off on his coat. “You have just made a huge mistake.”
She shrieked and tried to run away, but she only got a few feet before she was hit with a snowball three times the size of her own. And that was when the war started.
He didn’t fight fair. His concept of a snowball fight was quite different than what she was used to. While she hid behind trees and shaped her snow into careful balls, attempting to create a stockpile, he just scooped up as much snow as his arms could hold and unloaded it over her head.
“Do you give up?” he bellowed, laughing at her as she shook the snow from her hair.
She shook her head. “You’re going down.”
They fought for almost a half hour, neither being able to hold the advantage for long, until they were both soaked and exhausted. They collapsed next to each other in the snow, gasping for breath.
“Well, I think the result of that was quite clear,” he said, his tone smug. “Are you prepared to apologize and make reparations, Miss Tyler?”
“What?” she huffed, propping herself up on her elbow so that she could loom above him. “The only result that is clear is the fact that you are soaked. Obviously, you lost.”
He reached up and tugged on a bit of her hair, grimacing as drops of icy water hit his face. “If we are going by who is the soggiest, then there is no contest – you are drenched.”
She shook her head, taking in the sorry state of his suit. “Me? Look at you!” She brushed a clump of snow off his lapel. “You’re not just wet, you’re covered in snow.”
She barely had time to smirk at her obvious win before a handful of snow was shoved in her face. She glared at him as she swept the snow from under the collar of her coat.
“Well, then,” he said, with barely contained laughter. “I think that settles it. No apologies necessary, though. The victory of winning is quite enough.”
She still glared and he began to falter under her gaze. “Right. Perhaps I miscalculated. Call it a draw?” he offered.
She finally gave in and laughed. Her Doctor. Never could give in completely. “Fine. It’s a tie,” she said.
She reached over to give him a little shove, but he caught her hand and pulled her down on top of him. He leaned up and brushed his lips against her, sending little sparks of warmth through her body.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “Too bad all wars can’t end like this.” She kissed him again.
“Too bad,” he agreed, rubbing his nose against her cheek. He gave her one more quick kiss, then sat up, pulling her with him. He straightened his suit and helped her brush the remaining snow from her coat. “Ready to get back to the resistance? I’m sure the Anfaraans are needing us.”
She nodded, running her fingers over his wet hair then taking his hand in her own. She let him lead her back to the village, back to the resistance, back to fighting the very real war that was going on around them, back to danger, but her mind lingered on their stolen hour in the snow. She gripped his chilly hand tightly in her own. There was no place she’d rather be.
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Date: 2009-04-18 08:58 pm (UTC)*gives ficlet some love*
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Date: 2009-04-18 09:04 pm (UTC)haha ha! What's it worth?!?!? More fluff??
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