October 13th, 2006

man who wasn't there

for theatrical_muse: Hidden

"So, this is where you sleep." Her eyes twinkle as she glances into the large master bedroom. Unlike the rest of the metallic ship, this room is a dark varnished cherry, very like a 17th century bedroom of a small lord. That is, of course, if the small lord was at all like the Doctor. Large, unmade four-poster bed, papers littering the cold hardwood floor, books lined from floor to the rather high ceiling, clocks along every wall and the mantle to his fireplace—though why there is a fireplace in the TARDIS is beyond even him—and an expansive desk covered with old-looking documents in unusual lettering and an odd-looking helmet flipped over and shoved full of more papers.

He turns in the desk chair and glances at her, pulling his glasses off of his face with a surprised look. "Rose," he says, "Didn't think you'd wandered this far into the TARDIS, yet."

"Well, it's not like there's a telly to watch when the TARDIS is just in orbit," she says, stepping in uninvited with a cheeky grin on her face, "I figured I'd take a peek back here, see what you're hiding."

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Muse: Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,318