Rose and 9
A confident smirk stains the Doctor’s lips as red wine would on red sheets when he surveys the situation through the crevice in the wall they’d slipped through — ‘we’re safe in here’, is what she gathers, and she’d have been a fool to not believe him. He’d gotten them out of worse scrapes than this one, yeah? It’s all down to waiting, this, and she fares pretty well… until the dragon gets tired of pursuing them, at least, and Rose Tyler starts yearning for the licking of the flames to her back that she’d been unaware that she’d miss. It’d been difficult enough crawling into their hideout in the first place, flowing robes and corset and all — the material was unbearably thin, too, especially during the winter season. This, she only notices now as she clutches the light shawl tighter around her shoulders — utterly impractical. Then she’s engulfed in warm leather, and a grateful sigh slips from her lips as she turns her nose into the collar and inhales, taking in the familiar scent. It’s too big for her and makes her feel small (as if she didn’t already feel small beside him), but the battered material is made warm from his residual body heat, and she’s appreciative of the warmth it provides. ——— He’s quick to ruin the moment with a chide her way, even before she has the opportunity to thank him for the loan. "Didn’t ‘xactly know tha’ a large, fire-breathing dragon was on the prowl, did I?" She hedges a tad defensively, throwing a glance his way. "Assumed it’d been abandoned, an’ I wasn’t gonna jus’… leave it t’ freeze to death." And how was she to care for it, after she’d executed step one? Couldn’t very well have sat on the egg herself, could she, to transfer warmth to it until it hatched? … She’d have figured out something, though, she would have — Rose Tyler’s certain of it. Something akin to a wail (more yowling and howling than wailing, though, when the dragon’s concerned) echoes and reverberates to her ears, then, and she takes the opportunity to creep forward and gaze through the peephole, paying the Doctor no further mind. It’s a yawn, she realises belatedly — her suspicions are further confirmed when the beast repeats the wail, the noise accompanied with an almost lethargic opening of its jaws as it inhales deeply, scaly head settling even closer to the ground as slanted reptilian eyes droop to half-mast. ”S’pose we’re going t’ wait ‘til she drops off, then, yeah?”
“Wha'?”
He never did notice how caught up in this particular human he sometimes got until something else broke the spell (listen to him; dragons and spells… Far too much BBC! He’d have to do something about it. Sometime.). This time it was Rose herself who jolted him back to reality and he turned away from her to blink at the dragon. ‘Drops off of what?’ he wondered, spinning back to Rose with a dubious frown.
Then back to the dragon again, but this time – Oh! Oh! Well, of /course/, look at her, already stamping down the earth to make herself comfortable, purring loud enough to rattle their little cave! “Well, sure, takes a massive amount of energy to drag around that bulk, and we're no easy catch," he beamed. "Only a matter of time,” he agreed, as if he’d been waiting for it all along. As if that should have gone without saying.
As if he hadn’t realized it was a viable option until just after she’d mentioned it.
“Shouldn’t be long, now.
“We’ll just –“ Something in the peripheral of his awareness teased at him, though he went on to mumble, “wait,” as he laid a hand on the wall of the cavern.
The vibrations.
No, something wasn’t quite right. Rose-sicles aside, and discounting the sleepy dragon outside…
Ah.
“Hear that?”
Probably not.
Humans.
“D’ya /feel/ that?”
The Doctor slid past Rose, hands walking along the wall as he squeezed furthur back, encroaching on the darkness. With one ear pressed against the stone wall, he pulled a face and looked at the dragon, again, listening more carefully before he complained out loud: “Dragons don’t /purr/.” (Whoever thought /that/ was ridiculous.)
If not the dragon, then… what?
“What do you suppose has got a mountain purring?” His brows flitted up with the invitation and he disappeared into the black!