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savvyliterateTitle: Rose. Red Bike. Twelve, or Not Jut Another Bike Story
Series: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor, Rose, Jack, Jackie
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, fluff
Summary: You all know the line. Rose, the red bike, 12. Except, maybe it didn't quite happen the way it was implied ...
Rose. A red bike. Twelve years old.
The Doctor knew this was coming. Since he said the words to Rose, he had to make them happen. After depositing his lovely 19-year-old companion in her bedroom with a sedative and urging her to get lots of sleep, he set out to make his prophetic words come true. Rose would wake up, remember the bike, and everything would be simply fantastic. And, he really wasn't tampering with the timelines all that much to do so.
The TARDIS landed with the pinpoint accuracy that the Doctor knew she was capable of doing. Probably because it was for Rose, he mused as he strode into the cold streets of London, December 1998. He suspected the old girl was soft on her for some reason or another.
Anyhow, Rose. Bike. Christmas.
The Doctor strode into Henrick's, because all red bikes in this universe seemed to be sold at Henrick's, and over to the window display containing said red bike. He grasped one handle bar just as a gloved hand grabbed the other. The Doctor looked up into the shocked eyes of one Captain Jack Harkness.
"You!" The Doctor sputtered. "What are you doing here?"
"Buying Rose a bike for Christmas. Red one, age 12. Sorry, Doc, I'm going to be the one to make her dreams come true this time." Jack tugged the bike toward him.
The Doctor jerked it back. "How'd you find out?"
"Oh, she mentioned it not long after your little dancing session." Jack waggled his eyebrows. "'Strangest thing, the Doctor mentioned getting me a bike for Christmas when I was 12,' she said. But, she doesn't remember it. So, obviously that means it hasn't happened yet and it's up to good old Captain Jack to make sure this memory does happen. Paradox and all that, not to mention the possible psychological scarring."
"Look, I'm the one who told her this would be happening, I'm getting this for her," the Doctor shot at him and jerked at the bike.
"And what gives you the right to fulfill this childhood dream of hers over me?"
The Doctor nearly growled at him. "Doctor. Time Lord. Mine," he bit out in a tone he hoped meant that the stake he was claiming was beyond the bike.
"Captain. Time Agent. Mine." Jack pulled it toward him.
"Oi!" Before the Doctor or Jack could react, the bicycle was suddenly ripped from their hands and they found themselves face to face with a bleach-bottle blonde who was giving them a vicious glare before marching with the bike toward the cashier. The Doctor paled slightly.
"Hey, you can't do that," Jack called after the woman.
"Jack, don't," the Doctor hissed, but it was too late. The woman rounded on Jack and stuck a finger in his face.
"Now, see here, you. For once, I've got a little money and I'm getting my Rose a real Christmas present this year." Her face softened as she glanced at the bike. "Won it in the lottery, I did. Rose doesn't know. Doesn't think we can afford a Christmas this year, and for once she's going to be surprised. I'm not going to let either of you two buffoons keep my Rose from having a Christmas. Got it?" The woman shot the two men a nasty look before striding off.
Jack blinked once. Twice. He pointed after the woman. "Is that ..."
"Jackie Tyler, Rose's mum, in all her glory." The Doctor clasped Jack on the back and grinned like a fool. "And for once, she wasn't slapping me!"
-----
"It's weird," Rose told the Doctor later that morning, "about you mentioning the bike and all. It's like you were implying you got it for me, but I clearly remember Mum giving it to me for Christmas."
"Did I? Picture on the mantle. Rose, bike, 12 years old. Observant, me. Well, would you look at that? A banana!" The Doctor grabbed the convenient piece of fruit off the table and high-tailed it out of the kitchen.
Rose managed to hold back her laughter until the Doctor was out of sight.
------
"It was the last one," Jackie Tyler told 12-year-old Rose. "Had to fight off two men for it. Acting completely nutters, if you ask me. Some doctor and a captain. Buying it for some trollop, I'm sure. But, my Rose deserves it far more than they do, and I made sure to tell them that!"
-----
"Rose! How'd you sleep last night?" Jack sang as he sailed into the kitchen.
"Oh, quite lovely, thanks," Rose replied cheerfully. She kissed Jack's cheek. "And, thanks for trying."
"Trying what?" Jack blinked after her as she walked out of the kitchen. He tapped his cheek, shrugged, then proceeded to locate breakfast.
Series: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor, Rose, Jack, Jackie
Rating: G
Genre: Humor, fluff
Summary: You all know the line. Rose, the red bike, 12. Except, maybe it didn't quite happen the way it was implied ...
Rose. A red bike. Twelve years old.
The Doctor knew this was coming. Since he said the words to Rose, he had to make them happen. After depositing his lovely 19-year-old companion in her bedroom with a sedative and urging her to get lots of sleep, he set out to make his prophetic words come true. Rose would wake up, remember the bike, and everything would be simply fantastic. And, he really wasn't tampering with the timelines all that much to do so.
The TARDIS landed with the pinpoint accuracy that the Doctor knew she was capable of doing. Probably because it was for Rose, he mused as he strode into the cold streets of London, December 1998. He suspected the old girl was soft on her for some reason or another.
Anyhow, Rose. Bike. Christmas.
The Doctor strode into Henrick's, because all red bikes in this universe seemed to be sold at Henrick's, and over to the window display containing said red bike. He grasped one handle bar just as a gloved hand grabbed the other. The Doctor looked up into the shocked eyes of one Captain Jack Harkness.
"You!" The Doctor sputtered. "What are you doing here?"
"Buying Rose a bike for Christmas. Red one, age 12. Sorry, Doc, I'm going to be the one to make her dreams come true this time." Jack tugged the bike toward him.
The Doctor jerked it back. "How'd you find out?"
"Oh, she mentioned it not long after your little dancing session." Jack waggled his eyebrows. "'Strangest thing, the Doctor mentioned getting me a bike for Christmas when I was 12,' she said. But, she doesn't remember it. So, obviously that means it hasn't happened yet and it's up to good old Captain Jack to make sure this memory does happen. Paradox and all that, not to mention the possible psychological scarring."
"Look, I'm the one who told her this would be happening, I'm getting this for her," the Doctor shot at him and jerked at the bike.
"And what gives you the right to fulfill this childhood dream of hers over me?"
The Doctor nearly growled at him. "Doctor. Time Lord. Mine," he bit out in a tone he hoped meant that the stake he was claiming was beyond the bike.
"Captain. Time Agent. Mine." Jack pulled it toward him.
"Oi!" Before the Doctor or Jack could react, the bicycle was suddenly ripped from their hands and they found themselves face to face with a bleach-bottle blonde who was giving them a vicious glare before marching with the bike toward the cashier. The Doctor paled slightly.
"Hey, you can't do that," Jack called after the woman.
"Jack, don't," the Doctor hissed, but it was too late. The woman rounded on Jack and stuck a finger in his face.
"Now, see here, you. For once, I've got a little money and I'm getting my Rose a real Christmas present this year." Her face softened as she glanced at the bike. "Won it in the lottery, I did. Rose doesn't know. Doesn't think we can afford a Christmas this year, and for once she's going to be surprised. I'm not going to let either of you two buffoons keep my Rose from having a Christmas. Got it?" The woman shot the two men a nasty look before striding off.
Jack blinked once. Twice. He pointed after the woman. "Is that ..."
"Jackie Tyler, Rose's mum, in all her glory." The Doctor clasped Jack on the back and grinned like a fool. "And for once, she wasn't slapping me!"
-----
"It's weird," Rose told the Doctor later that morning, "about you mentioning the bike and all. It's like you were implying you got it for me, but I clearly remember Mum giving it to me for Christmas."
"Did I? Picture on the mantle. Rose, bike, 12 years old. Observant, me. Well, would you look at that? A banana!" The Doctor grabbed the convenient piece of fruit off the table and high-tailed it out of the kitchen.
Rose managed to hold back her laughter until the Doctor was out of sight.
------
"It was the last one," Jackie Tyler told 12-year-old Rose. "Had to fight off two men for it. Acting completely nutters, if you ask me. Some doctor and a captain. Buying it for some trollop, I'm sure. But, my Rose deserves it far more than they do, and I made sure to tell them that!"
-----
"Rose! How'd you sleep last night?" Jack sang as he sailed into the kitchen.
"Oh, quite lovely, thanks," Rose replied cheerfully. She kissed Jack's cheek. "And, thanks for trying."
"Trying what?" Jack blinked after her as she walked out of the kitchen. He tapped his cheek, shrugged, then proceeded to locate breakfast.