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Influence

InfluenceThe Doctor had disappeared into the bowels of the Console in an effort to push Rose's weirdness from his mind. Careful rewiring and the judicious application of a well-placed mallet was having its usual Zen-like effect on his mood.

Twisting a knob and flicking a switch, he reached for his sonic screwdriver to make a minor adjustment. It wasn't within reach. He eased himself out onto the deck and checked his pockets with no luck. A quick ferret through his toolbox and once over of the Console Room didn't help to turn up his missing screwdriver either.

Leaning against the Console, he folded his arms and thought back to where he'd last seen it. Frowning in concentration, he supposed that it would have to have been at their last planet fall when he'd checked the indigenous food for human compatibility.

He'd assumed that Rose had pocketed the local equivalent of mixed sweets for future consumption but, from her later behaviour, there was a good chance that she'd inhaled them when he wasn't looking.

Their usual form of bipedal locomotion was either walking or running; it didn't entail skipping. Entering the TARDIS also didn't tend to involve Rose shoving him up against a wall and doing a fine impression of an octopus before she giggled and ran out of the Console Room.

"Sticky fingered little devil." The Doctor shook his head and headed off in search of Rose.

It took longer than he expected to find her. Especially as he'd already checked the darkened room twice and wouldn't have noticed her the third time if it wasn't for a brief flash of dimmed light.

Rose was sitting in front of a full length mirror with the sonic screwdriver lodged firmly up her nose. She was slowly and methodically turning the light on and off. It was a miracle she hadn't managed to do herself a serious mischief.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Light goes on. Light goes off." She glanced at the Doctor as if her explanation was perfectly lucid and he should have known better than to ask.

Crouching down in front of Rose, the Doctor gently removed his tool from her nose. "You do know you could have hurt yourself? This isn't a toy."

Rose made a grab for the screwdriver and missed. "Nah. I know how to make the light thingy work." Silly she may well have been at that moment, but she still had enough sense to refrain from mentioning that it had taken her five minutes of fiddling, and several scorched fingers, to get the settings right.

"Care to tell me what brought he sudden urge to turn your nose into a glow bug?" He held her face in his hands, checking that she hadn't damaged her nose.

Closing her eyes, Rose leaned into the Doctor's touch with a smile on her face. "The sweets. Sugar high."

"Ah. Does this happen often?" Satisfied that she would live to shove things up her nose another day, the Doctor sat back on his haunches.

"No. Only occasionally." Rose frowned in thought. "Although it's probably for the best to keep me away from karaoke machines if I've had too much sugar, my taste in music under the influence is pretty scary."

Having heard her taste in music, the Doctor had to wonder how much worse it could get. Perhaps there were some things it was best not to know about. "So, groping me was just a means to an end?" He held up his screwdriver.

Rose giggled. "Don't be silly. But you have to admit, it was the most enjoyable way I could think of getting my hands on it."

The Doctor looked startled. Apparently way too much sugar didn't just make Rose silly and hyperactive. Before he could come up with a coherent reply, she'd pushed him firmly in the chest. He overbalanced and fell backwards. He didn't have time enough to recover before Rose crawled up his body to straddle him.

"And I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but it might cost you some more of those sweets." Grinning at his surprised expression, Rose kissed him.

The Doctor returned her grin and pulled her closer. "We'll negotiate that later."

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pheral
10th Jul, 2005 14:17 (UTC)
Rose was sitting in front of a full length mirror with the sonic screwdriver lodged firmly up her nose.

May i present you with the Sock of Honour for coming up with the most hilarious line you have yet written, and for making me spit drink on my laptop. It's all sticky.

And the rest of the fic was just grinny sweetness, very nice to find after obsessively clicking 'refresh' on my Flist for lack of anything better to do.
redwolf
10th Jul, 2005 22:06 (UTC)
This comes as a result of my first thought of nasal insertion when finding 6" nails at the hardware shop. Sugar was not involved. Perhaps I've seen way too much of Jim Rose and his mates.

Nice to know I'm not the only one obsessively clicking the reload button.
pheral
11th Jul, 2005 19:47 (UTC)
i so identify. me and my flatmate have competitions to see who can get the most pens up their nose. i have so many photos of me with random objects inserted in my nostrils.
redwolf
11th Jul, 2005 22:39 (UTC)
You'll have to try the joy of freaking small children by sticking straws through your ear. It helps that there's a big hole there to do that trick.
pheral
14th Jul, 2005 23:20 (UTC)
yes! I should put chopsticks through them, it might be the solution to the holster problem that i've been looking for.
redwolf
14th Jul, 2005 23:34 (UTC)
Alas the length is a bit of a probably when weihgt is involved. Straws are light and easy to centre, but when I've tried pencils the centre of balance becomes something of a problem and they tip forwards or backwards.

A friend of mine uses whatever's handy to hold her hair out of the way. She ties it back in a ponytail, twists the ponytail around its base and jams pencils (or chopsticks) through the lot to hold it in place.
pheral
16th Jul, 2005 23:37 (UTC)
yes i've seen that done, but my hair's not long enough to try it yet. shall wait a few months and then try it out i dare say. can whip an arsenal from my hair in tricky situations.
sanda56
10th Jul, 2005 16:30 (UTC)
*Bwah!*

Well that was disturbing! My daughter used to be hyperactive and seeing the effects of sugar on Rose reminded me of her... er, until the end, like! LOL

I can just see Rose with the sonic screwdriver up her nose admiring the effect of turning it on and off. Very funny. :)
redwolf
10th Jul, 2005 22:12 (UTC)
Happy to have amused you for the day.
gamiila
10th Jul, 2005 17:29 (UTC)
::giggles::

Lovely story!
redwolf
10th Jul, 2005 22:13 (UTC)
Thanks! It was a fun one to write.
gylzgirl
10th Jul, 2005 22:51 (UTC)
Awww :) Cute and funny and smoochies included. A very wonderful thing indeed :)
redwolf
10th Jul, 2005 23:08 (UTC)
Many thanks!
irishvampire13
11th Jul, 2005 02:07 (UTC)
Whooo! Silly and sexy. Good combo. Liked it much! :-D

Kinda brings to mind the time my guy managed (with immense difficulty) to persuade me to stick a lit flashlight on my forehead, light side to skin. Quite trippy, really; made everything in my darkened room glow blood-red.
redwolf
11th Jul, 2005 02:20 (UTC)
Great to hear you enjoyed it.

I don't need any kind of encouragement to stick things up my nose.
irishvampire13
12th Jul, 2005 00:17 (UTC)
Somehow, I am not surprised. I must be getting used to you. :)
spaciireth
11th Jul, 2005 05:34 (UTC)
HAHAHA!!! That was great!
redwolf
11th Jul, 2005 06:13 (UTC)
Many thanks! Nice to hear you liked it.
elen_ancalima
12th Jul, 2005 12:55 (UTC)
Ohh - deliciously silly. And smoochies, so I'm happy :)
redwolf
12th Jul, 2005 22:33 (UTC)
It seems I have two writing styles; silly and amusing or gore and body parts.

It's a bit of a gamble what you're likely to find on any given day. Although it's pretty much a certainty which way it leans if the clients have been particularly mad of late.
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