Advent Calendar 20 -- Paper Cut (requested by effulgent_girl)

“Ow,” said Rose, and stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth and sucked.

The Doctor stared.

“Paper cut,” she said.

Paper cut, thought the Doctor, in awe, and spent the next few days handing Rose various bits of paper, in the hope that she would get another paper cut.

When it happened, finally, he almost missed his chance.

“Ow,” said Rose, and lifted the afflicted finger up—

--And he intercepted it, grabbing her hand and sticking her finger in his mouth and sucking on it. 

“Better?” he asked, eventually.

“You lunatic,” she said, and snogged him senseless.
 

Advent Calendar 21 -- Death (requested by morningroses)

Rose didn’t go into the church. She couldn’t, looking the way she did. She couldn’t take the risk someone might recognize her. She stood, watching the funeral-goers process in and then process out. Even after they’d dispersed, she stood there, until the Doctor came.

“We were mates,” she said, finally, her voice thick with tears. “We grew up together, and I couldn’t even…go to her funeral.”

“I know,” he sighed, and pulled her close and brushed a kiss over the top of her head. “I’m so sorry.”

They left later, in darkness, and Rose whispered into the night, “Bye, Shireen.”