Fic: First Time For Everything
So... I've had a 30_kisses claim hanging about for awhile and... I finally wrote something for it. It's short and un-betaed but... I'm pleased with it. I haven't written something for awhile and it's nice to finally have done it again. Oh and concrit is welcome. I'm sure there's much to be improved.
Title: First Time For Everything
Author/Artist: the_orange_nin
Pairing: Mickey/Ten
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Theme: #12 In a Good Mood
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will. I just like to play.
Author's Notes: ...Rose? Rose who? *ahem*
“What about you Mickey Smith?” He emphasizes each word in his name with relish, like he's never said it before. As if he's testing it, rolling it around in his mouth and deciding if he likes the feel or not. Maybe it's a bit of alright because he smiles like it's impossible not to.
“What do you want?” He's danced around the console and for a moment Mickey feels panic creeping up the back of his spine. He's twenty five and he's still yet to answer that question for his life, much less where he'd want to go with all of space and time at his fingertips.
“Oi! None of that now, I wasn't aiming for anything deep now. Just being clever, as I'm prone to from time to time.”
His glee is infectious and Mickey can't help the smile as he watches him bounce on his toes. This new Doctor can't seem to stay still for even a moment, always moving and touching and thinking. He didn't like the old Doctor much, there was something to sorrowful, to old about him. He reminded Mickey of loss and he'd already had enough of that in his life.
“Alright then you, take me somewhere space. None of this past Earth stuff, I want to go out and explore.” His dream ever since he was a kid, fingers staining the pages of old 2000AD issues. His Gran's colander sufficing for a space helmet until she lifted it off his head as she passed to the kitchen.
“Now that's what I like to hear! How about.. Raxephilion! They worship a rusty spoon there and have the best banana crème pie in ten galaxies.” Already off and moving, fingers dancing over the the console, buttons being pressed, levers pulled and his foot coming up to hit a button just out of reach. Mickey'd call him a force of nature if that would even begin to cover anything the Doctor was.
The Tardis moves and shudders and he has to reach out and grab for anything so he isn't thrown to the ground. His hand meets something softer and warmer than he was expecting and looking up he realizes that he's grabbed hold of the Doctor's hand. There's a moment when their eyes meet and he wonders if he overstepped, even by accident. He pulls back and then pauses at the brilliant smile that's spread over the Doctor's face and the hand that reaches out and grabs his own.
Well, that was okay then. He returns the smile, a little hesitantly but mostly full of warmth and they laugh together. “It's good to have you aboard Mickey Smith.” He says as the Tardis whirs to a stop and they straighten up.
Mickey looks down at their clasped hands and looks up at the Doctor again, a question in his eyes but he's not even sure what he's asking. He sees the Doctor as ancient and forever and can't help but think that this will be over before it's begun.
The Doctor laughs and pulls him closer, “You humans and your silly worries.” He leans forward and their lips brush. “Now, let's go get pie.”
Yes, he thinks he's going to like this new Doctor.
Title: First Time For Everything
Author/Artist: the_orange_nin
Pairing: Mickey/Ten
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Theme: #12 In a Good Mood
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will. I just like to play.
Author's Notes: ...Rose? Rose who? *ahem*
“What about you Mickey Smith?” He emphasizes each word in his name with relish, like he's never said it before. As if he's testing it, rolling it around in his mouth and deciding if he likes the feel or not. Maybe it's a bit of alright because he smiles like it's impossible not to.
“What do you want?” He's danced around the console and for a moment Mickey feels panic creeping up the back of his spine. He's twenty five and he's still yet to answer that question for his life, much less where he'd want to go with all of space and time at his fingertips.
“Oi! None of that now, I wasn't aiming for anything deep now. Just being clever, as I'm prone to from time to time.”
His glee is infectious and Mickey can't help the smile as he watches him bounce on his toes. This new Doctor can't seem to stay still for even a moment, always moving and touching and thinking. He didn't like the old Doctor much, there was something to sorrowful, to old about him. He reminded Mickey of loss and he'd already had enough of that in his life.
“Alright then you, take me somewhere space. None of this past Earth stuff, I want to go out and explore.” His dream ever since he was a kid, fingers staining the pages of old 2000AD issues. His Gran's colander sufficing for a space helmet until she lifted it off his head as she passed to the kitchen.
“Now that's what I like to hear! How about.. Raxephilion! They worship a rusty spoon there and have the best banana crème pie in ten galaxies.” Already off and moving, fingers dancing over the the console, buttons being pressed, levers pulled and his foot coming up to hit a button just out of reach. Mickey'd call him a force of nature if that would even begin to cover anything the Doctor was.
The Tardis moves and shudders and he has to reach out and grab for anything so he isn't thrown to the ground. His hand meets something softer and warmer than he was expecting and looking up he realizes that he's grabbed hold of the Doctor's hand. There's a moment when their eyes meet and he wonders if he overstepped, even by accident. He pulls back and then pauses at the brilliant smile that's spread over the Doctor's face and the hand that reaches out and grabs his own.
Well, that was okay then. He returns the smile, a little hesitantly but mostly full of warmth and they laugh together. “It's good to have you aboard Mickey Smith.” He says as the Tardis whirs to a stop and they straighten up.
Mickey looks down at their clasped hands and looks up at the Doctor again, a question in his eyes but he's not even sure what he's asking. He sees the Doctor as ancient and forever and can't help but think that this will be over before it's begun.
The Doctor laughs and pulls him closer, “You humans and your silly worries.” He leans forward and their lips brush. “Now, let's go get pie.”
Yes, he thinks he's going to like this new Doctor.