This was a little writing exercise of mine: I asked some people to give me 30 words and I was to write snippets for each one. Since I do have the 30 words completed, I'll be updating every now and then so stay tuned for more!

As always, I do not own Doctor Who...though I wish I could keep just a little piece of it for myself.

30 Thoughts: Rose

Flower

Rose had been staring at the flower in her hand, a pink rose, for the past 15 minutes. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she had been twirling the fragile thing, bringing it to her nose every now and again to smell its sweet, musky aroma. Never has an item created such havoc on her well-being. The Doctor and Rose had just foiled trouble (yet again) by diving into a large rose bush. After shrieking, due to the forgotten thorns, they had escaped to the Tardis. Once inside, they lay back on the console floor, gasping for much needed air. Rose had closed her eyes, savoring the sting of cold air in her lungs. When she opened her eyes once more, the Doctor was holding a single pink rose in front of her eyes, a surviving flower from their daring, misguided escape. She took it from his gentle grasp and before she could stutter a thank you, he grinned his manic grin and stood up, only to disappear under the console for some tinkering. Now she was in her room, hypnotized by the token. It made her heart melt and falter, a feeling she was all too familiar with.

Towel

She couldn't help it – the towel was making her cry. When she had first boarded the Tardis, the Doctor was in his Ninth regeneration, and there were no towels in her bathroom. After that, the Tardis had provided some blue towels which she didn't mind at all. Towels were towels, nothing more.

Well, that was before this.

The Doctor had gotten her candy-pink, soft towels. They were so simple and they were just for her.

She couldn't stop crying.

Soap

"What is that smell?" he asked her one day. An immediate blush filled Rose's cheeks as she looked away from the Doctor. "Hmm?" was her response. But of course, as she should have known, the Doctor couldn't take silence as an answer. He walked briskly around the console toward her, sniffing away. Her heartbeat quickened at his close proximity. The Doctor sniffed near her and she tried to edge away unnoticed, but to no avail. He appeared to have noticed that the scent was coming from her. Unaware of boundaries when he was in this state, he got close to her and absent-mindedly sniffed her hair. She froze, unable to breathe. He furrowed his brow, unsatisfied. Then, the Doctor gingerly grasped her hand in his, pulling it up and sniffed again. Rose stared at him, still frozen. "Banana," he whispered. She took in a small, stifled breath. "You smell like bananas," he declared, finally having found the scent. "Uh, yeah. It's my…new soap," she explained, voiced in a murmur. His warm brown eyes gazed, almost longingly, into hers. Then a manic grin appeared on his face, "Bananas are good." And with that, he lowered Rose's hand gently and bounced back to what he was doing. Rose stared at the Doctor for a moment before returning down the corridor to her room.

Note: I love writing these snippets, so if you would like to give me some words, I'd be glad to write some more. I would pick them myself, but it's more fun this way!