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A Fiance for Christmas

Doctor Iain Prydon has been invited to a Christmas party, hosted by an old friend. The only catch - he’s supposed to bring his fiance of three years, a woman who doesn’t exist. (Human!AU)

@doctorroseprompts - Fake Relationship, Twelfth Doctor Month, 31 Days of Ficmas - Ring

Chapter 2

It was half-five and Rose was pacing the floor of her little flat. She knew that Iain would not be arriving until at least quarter to, yet could not help but pace. She was, if she were honest with herself, more than slightly nervous about the venture. It wasn’t as if she’d pretended to be someone’s girlfriend before. She smoothed her dress flat and went to the loo to fuss at her hair. Waiting. She’d spent too much of her life waiting to be very good at it.

The doorbell rang. It was only five thirty-six, it was too early for that to be Iain…was it? Rose cracked the door open, undoing the chain when she saw Iain’s lined face opposite hers. “Hello,” she couldn’t help but smile.

“Hello,” he nodded. “I’m early, I know, but I was expecting there to be a few more cars out this way… you look, nice,” he finished awkwardly.

“Only ‘nice’? You better watch it or you’ll be sleepin’ on the sofa,” Rose jested. And yet, she couldn’t help but wonder…

“I suppose I ought to do this properly. It’ll help our cover if there’s an element of truth in it,” Iain stepped into the flat. “Rose Tyler, no, wait, it’ll sound much more romantic if I knew your middle name, which if we’d been dating the way we’re going to say that we have been, I would know it.”

“Marion,” Rose’s whiskey eyes were dancing.

“Rose Marion Tyler,” Iain knelt on the floor, “we’ve known each other for five years since you transferred to my facility. Three years ago today, I agreed to go out with you on our first date. It wasn’t much, just a basket of chips shared between co-workers, but I think that we both know it’s grown to so much more,” his smile was tender, “so would you do me the honour of being my wife?”

“Oh, Iain,” Rose’s voice was choked, “yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you.” She held out her left hand, and Iain slid a diamond ring on her fourth finger. “Iain, please tell me that you didn’t go out and buy a diamond ring for a fake engagement.”

“It is real, but I didn’t purchase it for today,” he replied, his voice hinting that he did not want to talk about why he had a diamond ring in his possession.

Rose studied the ring, enjoying the weight of it on her finger. She imagined ever so briefly that this was not a fake engagement, that she and Iain would go on to be engaged after this dinner.

“Your chariot awaits, my darling Rose.” Iain opened the door as Rose slipped into her coat. They left the building and Iain started the engine.

“Icebreaker time, I suppose,” Rose said as they pulled out of the drive. “What’s your middle name, then, Iain Prydon?”

“Don’t have one,” Iain signalled, merging onto the A40. “What’s your favourite colour?”

“Pink. What’s yours?”

“Blue. Dark blue, like the old police boxes when they were new.”

“Why do you drive such an impractical car?”

“It’s classic. What are your parents like?”

“S just Mum. She does the odd hairdressing and works odd jobs. She’s…protective. What about your family?”

“Just me, now. Have a daughter, married now, couple of children. Three – Ian Junior, Barbara Junior, and Alex. They live far enough away that we don’t see each other often.” Iain said with a sad smile. “Still, she’s happy. That’s what’s important.” Normally a very private man, even this admission felt like he was opening his entire heart to Rose. They continued trading questions the rest of the drive, each one more personal. “Open the glove box.”

Curious, Rose acquiesced. And nearly burst out laughing. “Fifty-five questions you should be able to answer about your significant other?” She looked from the magazine to Iain.

“Thought it might be a good starting place. We’ve been dating for three years, remember?”

“What is their mother’s maiden name?” Rose glanced at Iain. “Well?”

“Lambert.”

“Prentice. ‘What colour are their eyes?’ M going to assume it’s no longer referring to our mothers. Your eyes are blue.”

“And yours are chocolate brown.”

“Oh, you’re a romantic, aren’t you? What’s one place you desperately want to travel to?”

“Everywhere. Anywhere. I love meeting people. Ordinary, everyday people.”

“I used to think it would be really romantic to visit France,” Rose’s voice held a tone of regret. “I suppose as my fiancé you ought to know that my ex ran off to France with another woman.” She paused for a moment. “What foods can you absolutely not stand?”

“They have a very strange way of wording their questions,” Iain remarked. “This one’s easy. Pears. I hate pears. And apples. Apples are complete rubbish.”

“Anything else?” Rose stifled a laugh.

“Beans,” Iain shuddered.

“Do they shower in the morning or at night?” Rose read.

“Hold on, you haven’t answered the last question,” Iain protested.

“Not that I can think of. M sure there’s something.” They continued through that list, and three more, memorizing the important/common answers and laughing at the lighter ones.

Iain pulled into the drive. “Well, Miss Tyler?”

“Let’s do this, Iain,” she smiled.

“You’re nervous,” he remarked.

“Those magazines were actually useful,” Rose laughed, taking Iain’s proffered arm as they walked to the door.

The door opened before Iain had the opportunity to ring the bell. “Iain, you came. And you actually managed to bring a date with you.”

“How many times, Alistair?” Iain shook his head. “Rose, dear, I would be sorry that it has taken so long for you to meet Alistair, but that doesn’t appear to be entirely true at the moment.” Iain was scowling, though there was a twinkling in his eyes.

“Rose Tyler,” Rose offered her hand to their host.

“Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart. It’s so nice to finally meet the mysterious girlfriend of Iain Prydon,” Alistair shook her hand, “now do come in before you let all the heating out into the street.”

Iain looked at Rose and smiled. She looked beautiful.

“Really? Why, thank you Iain, darling,” Rose said with a light smirk.

“For a fake date, that is,” Iain whispered in her ear, grinning.

“If you lovebirds could possibly deign to join us,” called Alistair from the dining room. Iain and Rose looked at each other, clasped their hands together (the ring prominently displayed) and entered the room.

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