Some Things Never Change

Rose and the 9th Doctor

"Doctor, are you all right?"

"Fantastic," he mumbled, rubbing his head.

"I told you that it was a bad idea."

"Yeah, yeah. Could you give me a hand?"

Rose rolled her eyes and helped him to his feet. "You're bleeding!"

"Yeah," he shrugged.

"Come on, I'll fix you up."

"Nah. I want to give it another go."

"You're not trying that again!"

"Why not?"

"Because you've just been hurt and you need, at the very least, a bandage."

"I'm fine, Rose. Just fantastic." Suddenly, he lurched forward and almost fell down.

"Doctor!" Rose cried, reaching out to catch him.

"I'm good, just give me a second." He waits a moment before shakily standing up. "All right, I'm okay. I'll go give that a second try, and then we can leave."

"No, Doctor, you're coming to the infirmary with me."

His face hardened. "No, I'm trying one more time."

"No, you're coming to the infirmary."

"I'm trying again!"

"You're going to the infirmary!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm no-ah!" Rose grabbed the Doctor by the ear and dragged him along. "Ouch! Rose, are you bloody crazy? That's attached to my head!"

"Come along, Doctor," she said, with her usual tounge-in-tooth grin. He glumly followed, half bent over because of the angle that she was pulling him at.

"Ouch! This is not funny, Rose!"

Martha and the 10th Doctor

Martha and the Doctor were running for their lives, as usual. This time, it was Snorfblats in an art museum. They took a sharp right turn down and ended up in a hallway with 22nd century styled paintings. The Doctor skidded to a stop in front of a painting of a landscape. It had a bright red sun setting and two moons rising in the purple sky. Silver trees dotted the pale green mountains.

"Oh, this is gorgeous, absolutely beautiful!"

"Um, Doctor, running for our lives here, remember?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute, I want to look at this."

She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him, yelling, "Come along, Doctor!" He reached out for the painting, whimpering. She yanked on his tie once more, dragging him down the hall.

Amy and the 11th Doctor

Amy moaned. "Doctor, come on!"

"Not yet, Amy, I'm not done! I want to watch a bit longer."

"Doctor, we've been watching the Gillywigs explode for half an hour already. Can we just go?"

"Just one more explosion, Amy. The next explosion is due in exactly two minutes, and it's going to be the same shade of blue as the T.A.R.D.I.S.!"

Amy grabbed hold of his bowtie.

"Woah, hands off the bowtie." She grinned wickedly and tugged harder. "Amy, stop messing with my bowtie. No matter what you think, bow ties are cool."

She yanked his bowtie completely off and waved it teasingly over his head. "Come and get it!"

He was on his feet immediately. "Give it back!"

"Nope!" She turned on her heel and ran toward the T.A.R.D.I.S.

"Amyyyyy!" He whined.

Just three fun little fics. Oh, by the way, I have a feel for you below.

[FEELS WARNING] In the second fic, the Doctor wants to look at the painting because the planet reminds him of Gallifrey.

I don't think that I need to say "Read and Review" since you've obviously just read it, and I think that if you don't have anything nice to say (or at least constructive criticism) then don't say anything at all.

Toodles!

…I don't normally say that. I don't think I will again. "Toodles" sounds weird…