Untitled - TARDIS Big Bang

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That evening—after the shopping was put away and the floor mopped and a camera phone with a
custom blue casing purchased, programmed and played with—Rose said, "You know, if you're that
bored around here, you can call me at work."
The Doctor, who had started the process of making tea and somehow ended up toasting a bagel instead,
looked at her suspiciously. "Bored? Who said I was bored?"
"You did sort of take apart the flat today," Rose pointed out, and hopped up to sit on the counter next to
him. "I'm just make an educated guess."
"Well, I'm not bored," he said. "I'm a Time Lord. Was a Time Lord. I'm perfectly capable of entertaining
myself for a few hours while you're doing whatever it is Torchwood does when they're not being evil or
shagging Jack Harkness. I don't get bored."
Rose rolled her eyes, but he didn't notice, as the toaster had clicked but refused to give up his bagel. He
jiggled the handles irritably. "I'm just saying, on the off chance that you are...curious," because lonely
was likely to go over just as poorly and unoccupied made him sound like a public toilet, "you can call me.
Or text."
"Will you think I'm uncool if I text you but I use actual words spelled with letters?" he asked, and
grabbed a fork from the draining board .
Rose reached out and unplugged the toaster the moment before he inserted
the fork into the slot to fish for his bagel. "I'm just saying, Doctor, I don't
mind hearing from you during the day. It'll be nice."
"Really?" He retrieved half a bagel, slightly mauled, and then looked up at
Rose. "That Winslow fellow isn't going to make you write lines if your phone
goes off in a meeting or something?"
She smacked him on the shoulder with the trailing end of the toaster's cord. "You're being deliberately
thick about this," she informed him. You need people, she wanted to add, but thought it would be a little
too patronizing.
"And you," he countered imperiously, "are being your mother."
Rose folded her arms over her chest and looked down on him from her perch on the edge of the
counter. Well, slightly down. At least they were on a level. "Were you planning on having sex tonight?"
she asked frostily.
The Doctor looked up at her with big eyes. "I take it back. You're perfectly reasonable and also very
attractive and I will text you every other minute."
"Well, maybe not that much," she said. "Just, you know, if you need someone to talk to."
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