Doctor Who Oneshots

Dancing with the Doctor

(Okay, so this is the NineRose shot I promised! Enjoy!)

"Doctor, do you want to go dancing?" Rose asked randomly, walking out to the console of the TARDIS where the Doctor was.

The Doctor whipped around, and said, in mock-disappointment, "But I wanted to go find the lost moon of Poosh today!"

Rose grinned, "I'm sure Poosh can wait a while longer to be found. But I haven't gone dancing in ages!" She then made puppy eyes at him, sticking her bottom lip out. "Please?"

"Well..."

"Pleeeease?" Rose pleaded, in a high pitched voice, dragging out the "e".

The Doctor fake sighed. "Fine. Where do you want to go dancing? We could go to the 60's, in America-it's real groovy there." He laughed at his own joke. "Or we could go to New Reu, this planet where they practically worship fine art, including dancing-"

"Actually, Doctor," Rose cut in, "I was thinking we could go to the 20's. I've seen some real great dancing there- on telly, of course..."

"Fantastic idea, Rose! 20's it is then! Britain?"

"Yeah." She said, smiling. He grinned back at her.

* * * * * * * *

"1922, Britain, London." The Doctor stated, stepping out of the TARDIS with Rose.

"Brilliant," Rose said quietly, her breath taken away by it. It just looked so gorgeous! The town was decorated with bright signs celebrating the end of a war, (which she knew was why everything was so joyful in this time period. That was one reason she wanted to dance here in particular, because it was so happy, and it reflected its happiness on her, and because she knew it would make the Doctor happier, too. They had just discovered the last Dalek survivor of the Time War in Van Statten's alien "collection," and the Doctor had seemed so lost in thought and distressed since then, but only when he thought she couldn't see him.)

Anyway, there were bright ecstatic signs declaring peace all over; there were balloons hanging from every mailbox, gate, and light post; and all sorts of happy-looking people walking about.

The Doctor looked at the Rose. "Shall we?" He asked, offering her his arm, smiling.

"I believe we shall." She said, looping her arm through his.

Arm in arm, they walked towards a building that they presumed to be a restaurant and party center, considering all the people dancing and having a good time inside.

They walked in, and they saw people everywhere who we're either conversing, bouncing around dancing quickly, or both simultaneously.

The Doctor saw a young man take a woman by the hand and spin her around, which made her laugh with glee. The Doctor smiled to himself, then took Rose's hand, and spun her. But, since this was to her surprise, she ended up on the floor.

"Oh, Rose, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" He asked quickly, nervous that he had hurt her.

She didn't say anything, just looked up laughing.
"Yeah, fine! You just surprised me!"

The Doctor laughed too. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's alright. Try again?"

The Doctor nodded. He helped her up, and as he did so, a thought popped into his mind, a thought that said, "Rose looks so beautiful."

Stop it, you old idiot, he thought. She's only nineteen, and you're, what now, nine hundred something? She's too good for you, old man.

He refused to think of the other reason why he couldn't be with her- that he'd live for hundreds of years, and he would have to watch her sink into old age. No, he refused to ever think about that.

The Doctor spun her around again, and this time, it was successful.

"Yay!" Rose said, kind of sheepishly. The Doctor chuckled.

"I told you I could dance." He said.

"I guess you did." She replied, laughing.

They danced and danced until they were breathless, and all the time, the Doctor thought more about how much he loved Rose, but why he couldn't tell her, or why he couldn't let himself love her.

He spun her out away from him, still holding on to her hand, and she spun back in, his arm twisted around her until she was right up against him.

"Hello." Rose said, which the Doctor found quite adorable.

"Hello." He replied, his arm still around her, with her so close that he could smell her perfume, which smelled like...roses.

Then he

couldn't

take it

anymore.

The Doctor cupped Rose's face in his hands, and- to her great surprise- he kissed her on the lips, gently, just brushing hers, but with obvious compassion.

Rose blushed a deep red, as red as the Flower she was named for. She closed her eyes and kissed back.

The Doctor pulled away, also blushing a deep red.

"Rose Tyler. I've wanted to do that for a long time now." He looked at the ground, hoping she wouldn't slap him like her mother so often did.

Still blushing, Rose said awkwardly,

"Me too."

The Doctor's eyes lit up, and Rose laughed. They both started laughing long and loud.

"Let's keep dancing, and we'll talk about this later, shall we?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes we shall." Rose smiled.

The Doctor no longer had any thoughts about not being able to be with Rose. All he could think about was how beautiful she was, inside and out, and that someway, somehow, he would find a way to keep her forever.