DW drabbles
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windemereFour drabbles in no apparent order (9, 10, Rose, Martha, others):
1) The first time it happens he watches in horror as her hands slip from the handle and she’s sucked backwards into the rift. There is only silence in her wake.
He cries for the first time since he woke up in his ninth body and realized he was still alive.
And then he calmly walks downstairs, disappears into the TARDIS, and reappears two levels up and another three rooms over and an hour previously.
And then he finds Pete Tyler, calmly explains that he has just defied his own laws and that at exactly 4:06pm Pete has to return through the rift and grab her before she disappears into the Void.
Pete Tyler just looks at him for a moment, nods his head, and promises to do just that.
He’s not supposed to cross his own timeline. But he does it anyway. He couldn’t save them, but he can save her.
2) Her mother always warned her never to get in a stranger’s car. But the TARDIS isn’t exactly a car.
That’s what she tells herself five minutes after the door closes behind her and they’re spiraling through the Vortex and it’s just all so much and so unbelievable and she never wants it to end.
She knows later that her mother’s warning was probably true to any vehicle of motion originating on any planet in the universe. He’s dangerous; not just to others, but to her. She’s always been attracted to those types. It’s gotten her into trouble before, but this is a different kind of trouble. This is trouble that thrills her, makes her heart race and her breath quicken, and she loves every thrilling minute of it.
He’s dangerous, alright, but it only makes her love him more.
At least her mother never tells her “I told you so”, even in Mickey does.
3) He’s always had a different opinion on the definition of the word fun than, well, just about every other living thing in the universe.
She learns this five minutes after they arrive on Platform 1 in the year 5.5/apple/26. It’s all so new and alien and he’s grinning like a five-year-old in a candy store, and maybe that’s what this is to him. Each day a new adventure, a new planet, a new century; just like trying out the latest candy flavor.
In the weeks that follow her own definition of the word ends up screwed and indefinable. Some things that make him laugh seem like a wondrous adventure even if they’re running for their lives. Other things that she thinks are fun he sneers at and makes a ‘stupid ape’ reference. But within a month she knows exactly what his definition of ‘unfun’ is. She has about a dozen examples of that.
Fun still seems to be a relative term even by the time Jack walks into their lives. Or barges in, if the Doctor is to be believed. And Jack’s opinion of the definition is a concept she has never even considered. Basically, if it doesn’t involve sex, alcohol, or near-death-experience then it is most certainly not worth the time or effort.
Still, at the end of it all, somehow, they’ve both cottoned onto the Doctor’s definition as the best. At least there are two other people in the universe he can share that with.
4) One of these days he’s going to get the coordinates right. Today is not that day.
Martha has never seemed to care where or when they go. Although, every once in a while she makes a pointed comment about how many near-death experiences they’ve chalked up and that maybe, just maybe they should take a day off?
Usually that’s when it all goes wrong. Their last three holidays have been disasters…at least as holidays. But then, sitting around is not something he has ever been able to do well.
Still, he really wanted to give her that holiday this time. She’s tired and a little universe weary, he can tell, and she deserves a break more than ever right now. Three months putting up with human him and he should probably make some grand gesture like buying her a planet or something as a thank you. It’s the least she deserves. He also knows she’s saved his life again.
Maybe the TARDIS is playing tricks with him again. Or maybe she’s taken a sudden dislike to Martha (he has no idea why). Or maybe she’s taken a dislike to him. But punishing Martha doesn’t seem a good way to go about it.
His train of thought trails off once more as he yanks Martha to the right down another side alley, desperately hoping that this time they will lose their pursuers. Another left. Another. And he allows himself a second of relief when he can no longer hear running footsteps behind them. He drags her into a nearby doorway and allows her to catch her breath.
“You promised,” she splutters.
He cringes. Maybe a solar system. Yes, definitely going to be buying her a solar system.
“Yeah.” He glances around the door. Still no sign of pursuit. Martha is not longer gasping for breath, and so he takes her hand and leads her down the alleyway. Now he just has to remember where the TARDIS is.
“You know, you could always spend a day lounging around the TARDIS pool.”
Martha gapes at him. “The TARDIS has a pool?”
Oh, did he forget to tell her that? Galaxy. A nice dwarf galaxy somewhere a very long way from Earth.
1) The first time it happens he watches in horror as her hands slip from the handle and she’s sucked backwards into the rift. There is only silence in her wake.
He cries for the first time since he woke up in his ninth body and realized he was still alive.
And then he calmly walks downstairs, disappears into the TARDIS, and reappears two levels up and another three rooms over and an hour previously.
And then he finds Pete Tyler, calmly explains that he has just defied his own laws and that at exactly 4:06pm Pete has to return through the rift and grab her before she disappears into the Void.
Pete Tyler just looks at him for a moment, nods his head, and promises to do just that.
He’s not supposed to cross his own timeline. But he does it anyway. He couldn’t save them, but he can save her.
2) Her mother always warned her never to get in a stranger’s car. But the TARDIS isn’t exactly a car.
That’s what she tells herself five minutes after the door closes behind her and they’re spiraling through the Vortex and it’s just all so much and so unbelievable and she never wants it to end.
She knows later that her mother’s warning was probably true to any vehicle of motion originating on any planet in the universe. He’s dangerous; not just to others, but to her. She’s always been attracted to those types. It’s gotten her into trouble before, but this is a different kind of trouble. This is trouble that thrills her, makes her heart race and her breath quicken, and she loves every thrilling minute of it.
He’s dangerous, alright, but it only makes her love him more.
At least her mother never tells her “I told you so”, even in Mickey does.
3) He’s always had a different opinion on the definition of the word fun than, well, just about every other living thing in the universe.
She learns this five minutes after they arrive on Platform 1 in the year 5.5/apple/26. It’s all so new and alien and he’s grinning like a five-year-old in a candy store, and maybe that’s what this is to him. Each day a new adventure, a new planet, a new century; just like trying out the latest candy flavor.
In the weeks that follow her own definition of the word ends up screwed and indefinable. Some things that make him laugh seem like a wondrous adventure even if they’re running for their lives. Other things that she thinks are fun he sneers at and makes a ‘stupid ape’ reference. But within a month she knows exactly what his definition of ‘unfun’ is. She has about a dozen examples of that.
Fun still seems to be a relative term even by the time Jack walks into their lives. Or barges in, if the Doctor is to be believed. And Jack’s opinion of the definition is a concept she has never even considered. Basically, if it doesn’t involve sex, alcohol, or near-death-experience then it is most certainly not worth the time or effort.
Still, at the end of it all, somehow, they’ve both cottoned onto the Doctor’s definition as the best. At least there are two other people in the universe he can share that with.
4) One of these days he’s going to get the coordinates right. Today is not that day.
Martha has never seemed to care where or when they go. Although, every once in a while she makes a pointed comment about how many near-death experiences they’ve chalked up and that maybe, just maybe they should take a day off?
Usually that’s when it all goes wrong. Their last three holidays have been disasters…at least as holidays. But then, sitting around is not something he has ever been able to do well.
Still, he really wanted to give her that holiday this time. She’s tired and a little universe weary, he can tell, and she deserves a break more than ever right now. Three months putting up with human him and he should probably make some grand gesture like buying her a planet or something as a thank you. It’s the least she deserves. He also knows she’s saved his life again.
Maybe the TARDIS is playing tricks with him again. Or maybe she’s taken a sudden dislike to Martha (he has no idea why). Or maybe she’s taken a dislike to him. But punishing Martha doesn’t seem a good way to go about it.
His train of thought trails off once more as he yanks Martha to the right down another side alley, desperately hoping that this time they will lose their pursuers. Another left. Another. And he allows himself a second of relief when he can no longer hear running footsteps behind them. He drags her into a nearby doorway and allows her to catch her breath.
“You promised,” she splutters.
He cringes. Maybe a solar system. Yes, definitely going to be buying her a solar system.
“Yeah.” He glances around the door. Still no sign of pursuit. Martha is not longer gasping for breath, and so he takes her hand and leads her down the alleyway. Now he just has to remember where the TARDIS is.
“You know, you could always spend a day lounging around the TARDIS pool.”
Martha gapes at him. “The TARDIS has a pool?”
Oh, did he forget to tell her that? Galaxy. A nice dwarf galaxy somewhere a very long way from Earth.
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Date: 2007-12-19 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-19 02:21 pm (UTC)::looks shifty:: Ignore drabble one.
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Date: 2007-12-20 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-12-20 04:14 am (UTC)I should watch that tomorrow. :D
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Date: 2007-12-20 04:27 am (UTC)I am looking forward to season two of Torchwood!