[Doctor Who: Drabble] "Wood Setting" [Amy/Rory, G]
Title: Wood Setting
Prompt: writerverse challenge #01 October table of doom, prompt #14 “Beware the fury of a patient man.” (John Dryden)
Word Count: 323
Original/Fandom: Doctor Who
Character(s): Amy Pond, Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams
Pairings: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Summary: “Why have you still not made a wood setting for this stupid thing?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Wood Setting
“Why have you still not made a wood setting for this stupid thing?” Amy demanded, as the whir of the sonic screwdriver began to have less and less effect on the wooden creatures.
“I’ve been busy,” the Doctor said, peevishly. He twisted another wide inside the computer terminal, the only metal object in the otherwise-stone chamber, and the creatures shuddered - only for their clicking growls to grow louder. “And that seems to have made it worse.”
“Doctor!”
The creatures looked like spiders made of tree bark, with glowing red eyes and branch-like pincers. Probably controlled by the computer that the Doctor was fiddling with, but with the luck he was having with it, Amy thought they might not live long enough to find out for sure.
“This time, I’ve got it,” said the Doctor, and the wooden creatures grew thorny spines.
“Are you trying to get us killed faster?” Amy demanded.
“It should be working!” said the Doctor. “Why isn’t it working?”
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the other side of the room. One of the wooden spiders shrieked, then went still - then several more, and Amy could see something metal glinting through all the wood. More and more spiders went down, and after a moment, she could see that the metal was a sword, wielded by someone who knew how to use it, who struck at the creatures and danced away before they could retaliate.
That someone was Rory.
Amy watched, breathless, as the last spider fell, oozing tree-sap onto the stone floor.
“There!” said the Doctor, holding up a bundle of wires. “I fixed it.”
“No, that was Rory,” said Amy.
Her husband blinked, only just seeming to realize he was responsible for the room full of kindling. “I found a sword,” he offered. “I - they said they were going to hurt you.”
“Oh, you,” laughed Amy, and kissed him.
“Kissing again,” the Doctor complained, but they both ignored him.
THE END
Current Mood:
annoyed
Prompt: writerverse challenge #01 October table of doom, prompt #14 “Beware the fury of a patient man.” (John Dryden)
Word Count: 323
Original/Fandom: Doctor Who
Character(s): Amy Pond, Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams
Pairings: Amy Pond/Rory Williams
Summary: “Why have you still not made a wood setting for this stupid thing?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Wood Setting
“Why have you still not made a wood setting for this stupid thing?” Amy demanded, as the whir of the sonic screwdriver began to have less and less effect on the wooden creatures.
“I’ve been busy,” the Doctor said, peevishly. He twisted another wide inside the computer terminal, the only metal object in the otherwise-stone chamber, and the creatures shuddered - only for their clicking growls to grow louder. “And that seems to have made it worse.”
“Doctor!”
The creatures looked like spiders made of tree bark, with glowing red eyes and branch-like pincers. Probably controlled by the computer that the Doctor was fiddling with, but with the luck he was having with it, Amy thought they might not live long enough to find out for sure.
“This time, I’ve got it,” said the Doctor, and the wooden creatures grew thorny spines.
“Are you trying to get us killed faster?” Amy demanded.
“It should be working!” said the Doctor. “Why isn’t it working?”
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the other side of the room. One of the wooden spiders shrieked, then went still - then several more, and Amy could see something metal glinting through all the wood. More and more spiders went down, and after a moment, she could see that the metal was a sword, wielded by someone who knew how to use it, who struck at the creatures and danced away before they could retaliate.
That someone was Rory.
Amy watched, breathless, as the last spider fell, oozing tree-sap onto the stone floor.
“There!” said the Doctor, holding up a bundle of wires. “I fixed it.”
“No, that was Rory,” said Amy.
Her husband blinked, only just seeming to realize he was responsible for the room full of kindling. “I found a sword,” he offered. “I - they said they were going to hurt you.”
“Oh, you,” laughed Amy, and kissed him.
“Kissing again,” the Doctor complained, but they both ignored him.
THE END
Current Mood:
annoyed