Nine drabbles for Sci-Fi Land
Nine drabbles of various fandoms under the cut!
A Pair
Title:
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Romance/crack
Pairing: Fez/Stetson
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Fred the Fez regarded Sam the Stetson with disdain. This… thing had replaced him on the head of the Doctor, and that was just unfair. Fred remembered back fondly to the days where he himself had been the cool one. Now, he was just another strange, red cap people liked to shoot at. Now, this dull, oddly shaped hat was replacing him. It was utterly disgusting.
Sam the Stetson looked at Fred the Fez with the exact opposite reaction. What a beautiful tassle, Sam thought. What a gorgeous red colour, Sam thought. Sam inched forward to be closed to the marvelous fez.
“What do you want?” Fred spat out, his tassle shaking angrily.
“You,” whispered Sam, the edges of his brim bending in what he hoped was a sexy manner.
Fred stopped shaking for a moment, confused. “What was that?” he asked, tilting forward to hear better.
“I want you, Fred. I love everything about you! Your red, your tassle, the way you push down people’s ears to make them look elven. I love all of that, and more. I love you, Fred.”
Fred rocked back in forth in debate. His worst enemy? How could he? But, then again… How could he not?
“Sam…” Fred began, hopping ever so close to the other hat, “I think I could love you, too.”
Overjoyed, Sam the Stetson gave a cry of “yeeeee-haw!” and flipped over in the air.
Fred the Fez gave a giggle at that and leaned against the delighted Stetson.
The two hats were very much in love for a long long time, even creating a hat baby their beloved Doctor wore for a while, carrying on the family legacy.
Villain
Title: Wrong
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: Angst
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death mentions, spoilers for CoE
Captain Jack Harkness. Hero. Protector of the Earth. Savior of the lives of millions of children.
He shivered against the cold he could only barely feel and pulled up his collar against the wind. He looked over the city of Cardiff, looking over the lights of the homes. They twinkled through the dreary fog, coming in and out of his vision. Most of those houses held children. Most of those houses held children that weren’t gone, stolen away by the 456, used for whatever sick act the aliens needed them for.
It’s true, those children were safe. But the one that really mattered was gone. And not because of the 456. Not because of an alien that Jack just couldn’t manage to stop. He was gone because of Jack’s own actions. It was murder. One murder to save millions doesn’t change the fact that a little boy of his own flesh and blood was gone.
“I’m the villain,” he whispered, his voice barely heard above the gusts of wind on the hilltop. Yet, still he stood with a straight back, face betraying no emotion. “I’m the villain,” he repeated, his breath shaking slightly now.
And villains don’t belong on this earth, this beautiful, large, wonderful place full of hate, yes, but also love. So he would leave. So he would say goodbye to the few people who knew the truth, and he would leave.
And never come back.
Green
Title: Green
Fandom: SGA
Genre: Humour/slight romance
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
John was having a hard time controlling the laughter bubbling up as he tried to keep a straight face, listening to Rodney rant.
“That fucking idiot, Kavannaugh! He should know better. Should, yes, does he? No. I have told him personally to not touch anything we don’t know what it does. That’s your job. Does he listen? Again, the answer to that is no. And now I’m stuck like this with no way of getting it un-done and I’ll be like this the rest of my life and I will be completely disgusting and no one will talk to me.”
“I think it makes you more approachable,” John offered, finally stifling the hysterical giggling that was forcing its way up his throat.
“Are you kidding me?” Rodney spun to glare at John, crossing his arms. He looked so ridiculous that John had to wait a moment to control his laughter again. “How exactly, Sheppard,” he bit out his name with feigned maliciousness, “does being neon green make me more approachable?”
“Brings out your eyes?” John offered, grinning. “Great conversation starter?”
“How would that conversation go, then? ‘Hi, I noticed you were green. I find you very sexy and would very much like you to fuck me with your bright green penis’?”
John couldn’t handle it anymore. The look on McKay’s face paired with that last comment sent him teetering over the edge. He grabbed his stomach and burst out laughing, bending slightly, eyes crinkled with mirth.
“I am so glad you find this funny,” Rodney shot at Sheppard, attempting to sound furious.
Regaining control, John wiped his eyes and spread out his arms wide. McKay stared at him with doubt.
“Kiss me, you sexy green thing!” John said, a laugh slipping through.
Rodney rolled his eyes, but complied, leaning forward and pecking his partner on the
lips. It seemed as though everything were a little calmer now. Rodney took a deep breath and uncrossed his arms, beginning to think through possible cures.
Everything was fine until about thirty seconds later, when John began laughing again. Rodney sighed and left their room, muttering under his breath about unsupportive boyfriends and the legality of murdering an idiot if no one would miss him, anyways.
Hair
Title: Hair
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: None
Jim liked to judge partners based on their hair. Long, short, big, curly, straight, wavy, neon green (bar pick-ups were an unusual bunch), red, brown, blonde… He’d seen all of them, slept with most of them.
Somehow, though, he had never in his life seen hair like that of his first officer. To most people, the blunt bowl cut would be strange and off-putting, cold and foreign. To Jim, it was one of the sexiest things about the man. Sometimes, when they were just floating through the black, nothing exciting happening, Jim would observe Mr. Spock. Watching him work over his station, make small talk with Uhura, whatever he was doing at the time. And instead of looking at his ass like he was prone to do, Jim liked to watch his hair.
The way the bridge lights reflected off of his black hair was beautiful (though Jim would never admit it to anyone). The way that one hair was sometimes out of place, and how frustrated it made Spock, was amazing to Jim.
So when they finally were thrown together in a way none of their counterparts in alternate universes had experienced, Jim grabbed the hair on the back of Spock’s head and dragged their mouths together, relishing the feel of the smooth hairs slipping over his calloused fingers as they crashed into each other, in more ways than one.
Your Choice
Title: Regret
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: Angst
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of character death
Ianto Jones wasn’t easy to understand. Most people thought he was. Coffee boy, working in a place he’ll never rise up in. Loner, afraid to speak his mind. Follower, never a leader. But those people were wrong, so very, very wrong.
Ianto was a coffee boy in most respects, yes. Yes, he was working in a place hard to climb up the ladder of. But he didn’t want to climb the ladder. Torchwood wasn’t using him; he was using Torchwood.
He was stronger than given credit for. So strong. He was resourceful. Smarter than given credit for. Thoughtful. He loved so much, but never boasted of it, preferring to keep his emotions to himself. He was the only one out of all of them no one thought twice about, yet he was also the only one out of all of them that truly deserved to be noticed.
And yet, he never was. He never will be. Another dead in the silent war against aliens.
No one knows what they have until it’s gone, yes. But sometimes, no one notices what they’ve lost.
Repeat
Title: Repeat
Fandom: SGA
Genre: Romance/fluff
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
It was something Rodney never really understood about John. Together for twelve years now, and it never made much sense to him why John adored Johnny Cash.
Twelve years, one child, one house, and two dogs, and Rodney was still as confounded by some things as he was the day he met John Sheppard.
But, as he watched his husband prance around their living room with a duster, Cassie trailing after him with delighted giggles, Johnny Cash on repeat in the background, he found that maybe he could understand a little bit. So he got up off of his perch on a stool at the bar and shut his laptop, walking over to the center of the room where the table had been moved for sweeping, and grabbed John, pulling him close and swaying to the bluesy tune.
He kissed John, ignored Cassie’s disgusted ‘ew’ from below, and wrapped his arms around his partner, leaning his head on the taller man’s shoulder.
“What brought this on?” John whispered into McKay’s ear, grinning against Rodney’s cheek, rough with stubble.
“I have no idea,” Rodney whispered back, grinning as well.
“Doesn’t matter,” John shrugged, pulling Rodney suddenly into a dip.
Cassie giggled and jumped, clapping her pudgy hands with glee as her dads began to dance, spinning in circles, laughing as Cash played on in the background.
Cold
Title: Chill
Fandom: Fringe
Genre: None
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight spoilers for 'Entrada'
Olivia shivered and pulled her comforter over her neck, blocking out the night chill. She was beginning to warm up, her socks and pajamas the warmest she could find in her closet. Yet, somehow, she couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t even close her eyes.
Because this was wrong, so very wrong. The bed still smelled like Peter, her clothes smelled like a body wash she had never bought yet was sitting in her bathroom, half empty. Things were moved slightly to different places, barely out of place from where she had left them, but still wrong.
It was so unnerving to know someone else had lived your life, slept with the man you could be in love with, wore your clothing, drove your car, used your things, and no one had noticed. It was disturbing and horrifying.
It wasn’t just the cold weather that had hit the city that morning that was making Olivia shudder under her thick comforter. There was more to the chill rushing through her veins. And she didn’t think the chill could ever go away.
I Love You Like Pancakes
Title: I Love You Like Pancakes
Fandom: SGA
Genre: Crack
Pairing: Slight John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Rodney McKay, John had determined, was really drunk. Rodney had stumbled into his door at half past really fucking early in the morning, banging on the door, demanding to be let in.
“What do you want?” John managed to hiss out, rubbing his eyes, trying to wake up enough to process who was currently standing in his doorway, swaying, an empty bottle of wine grasped tightly in his right hand as he scratched his head with his left.
“I want to dance!” he replied in a high voice, dragging out the words and giggling a little, sloppily stepping into John’s room.
“Why don’t you just come in,” John muttered darkly, rubbing his face. Apparently deaf to sarcasm, Rodney practically flounced in, attempting to slide around the floor in his socks.
“Rodney,” John began, attempting to be gentle, “What are you doing in here? It’s …” he checked is watch, “three thirty in the morning, and we both have an off-world mission at eight.”
“I tooooold you,” Rodney sang out. “I came to dance.”
“McKay,” John shouted, losing his miniscule bit of patience. “Get out!”
“But…” Rodney whimpered, turning around, frowning. “I love you more than pancakes.”
John stared at Rodney for a moment. Rodney stared back.
“What?”
“I. Love. You. More. Than. Pancakes!” At pancakes, Rodney attempted to kiss John sloppily on the mouth, dropping his empty bottle on the floor. He managed to get a half-second lip to lip connection before John shoved him off, sending him toppling onto his bed.
“Rodney, how many bottles have you had to drink?”
He tried to count on his fingers, failing miserably, his fingers apparently not working. “Three!” Rodney finally came to this conclusion, falling backwards, staring at the ceiling in wonderment.
John opened his mouth to speak, then, finding nothing he could possible say, shut it again.
“I like it in here.”
“I’m sure you do. But you have to go to your own room now, Rodney.”
John attempted to pull Rodney up from his bed, but the heavier man was having none of that.
“No, I’m staying here.” He pulled his legs onto the bed and pulled the covers up, snuggling into a pillow, patting the space next to him, indicating John should join him.
John pinched the bridge of his nose, weighing his options. Finally, with a large, tired sigh, he walked to the doorway, turned off the dim light, and got into bed next to Rodney.
For a moment, it seemed as though this may not be as much of an issue as John was expecting, until Rodney wrapped one arm around his chest and reached another for John’s crotch.
Yelping, John pushed Rodney off. “Don’t do that!”
Rodney responded by wrapping both arms around John, moving his head to the other man’s chest.
“Are you done?” John asked wearily. The only reply he got was a snore.
Sighing again, John awkwardly lay one arm around Rodney, who had left no other place for it to go.
“Not the best way for this to happen,” he whispered regretfully to the un-responsive man next to him, because damn if Rodney wasn't a happy, clingy drunk, and damn if he hadn't wanted to sleep with Rodney in a much different way.
Though, finally, he slept. Coincidentally, it was the best sleep he had gotten since arriving at Atlantis.
Smarter Than
Title: Street Smarts
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight spoilers for the Christmas special
The Doctor was smart. Smarter than most. He could save the world again and again, travel through time in his little blue box, learning more and more each day that passed.
The Doctor knew more than all of his companions combined, than all of his enemies combined. He could tell you pi to its three millionth digit. He could tell you the names of a billion stars, their classes, and the bodies revolving around them. He could tell you significant events in a year for thirty-six different planets.
Yet, somehow, when he saw Rory and Pond standing on the bridge of the ship hurdling to the planet, he was utterly baffled as to why they were dressed as they were. He was confused, completely confused, for the first time he could ever remember.
It annoyed him, truly, it did. He knew so much, yet couldn’t find the answer to one simple, nagging question of his. One no one would answer it, either, which made it that much worse.
A Pair
Title:
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Romance/crack
Pairing: Fez/Stetson
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Fred the Fez regarded Sam the Stetson with disdain. This… thing had replaced him on the head of the Doctor, and that was just unfair. Fred remembered back fondly to the days where he himself had been the cool one. Now, he was just another strange, red cap people liked to shoot at. Now, this dull, oddly shaped hat was replacing him. It was utterly disgusting.
Sam the Stetson looked at Fred the Fez with the exact opposite reaction. What a beautiful tassle, Sam thought. What a gorgeous red colour, Sam thought. Sam inched forward to be closed to the marvelous fez.
“What do you want?” Fred spat out, his tassle shaking angrily.
“You,” whispered Sam, the edges of his brim bending in what he hoped was a sexy manner.
Fred stopped shaking for a moment, confused. “What was that?” he asked, tilting forward to hear better.
“I want you, Fred. I love everything about you! Your red, your tassle, the way you push down people’s ears to make them look elven. I love all of that, and more. I love you, Fred.”
Fred rocked back in forth in debate. His worst enemy? How could he? But, then again… How could he not?
“Sam…” Fred began, hopping ever so close to the other hat, “I think I could love you, too.”
Overjoyed, Sam the Stetson gave a cry of “yeeeee-haw!” and flipped over in the air.
Fred the Fez gave a giggle at that and leaned against the delighted Stetson.
The two hats were very much in love for a long long time, even creating a hat baby their beloved Doctor wore for a while, carrying on the family legacy.
Villain
Title: Wrong
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: Angst
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death mentions, spoilers for CoE
Captain Jack Harkness. Hero. Protector of the Earth. Savior of the lives of millions of children.
He shivered against the cold he could only barely feel and pulled up his collar against the wind. He looked over the city of Cardiff, looking over the lights of the homes. They twinkled through the dreary fog, coming in and out of his vision. Most of those houses held children. Most of those houses held children that weren’t gone, stolen away by the 456, used for whatever sick act the aliens needed them for.
It’s true, those children were safe. But the one that really mattered was gone. And not because of the 456. Not because of an alien that Jack just couldn’t manage to stop. He was gone because of Jack’s own actions. It was murder. One murder to save millions doesn’t change the fact that a little boy of his own flesh and blood was gone.
“I’m the villain,” he whispered, his voice barely heard above the gusts of wind on the hilltop. Yet, still he stood with a straight back, face betraying no emotion. “I’m the villain,” he repeated, his breath shaking slightly now.
And villains don’t belong on this earth, this beautiful, large, wonderful place full of hate, yes, but also love. So he would leave. So he would say goodbye to the few people who knew the truth, and he would leave.
And never come back.
Green
Title: Green
Fandom: SGA
Genre: Humour/slight romance
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
John was having a hard time controlling the laughter bubbling up as he tried to keep a straight face, listening to Rodney rant.
“That fucking idiot, Kavannaugh! He should know better. Should, yes, does he? No. I have told him personally to not touch anything we don’t know what it does. That’s your job. Does he listen? Again, the answer to that is no. And now I’m stuck like this with no way of getting it un-done and I’ll be like this the rest of my life and I will be completely disgusting and no one will talk to me.”
“I think it makes you more approachable,” John offered, finally stifling the hysterical giggling that was forcing its way up his throat.
“Are you kidding me?” Rodney spun to glare at John, crossing his arms. He looked so ridiculous that John had to wait a moment to control his laughter again. “How exactly, Sheppard,” he bit out his name with feigned maliciousness, “does being neon green make me more approachable?”
“Brings out your eyes?” John offered, grinning. “Great conversation starter?”
“How would that conversation go, then? ‘Hi, I noticed you were green. I find you very sexy and would very much like you to fuck me with your bright green penis’?”
John couldn’t handle it anymore. The look on McKay’s face paired with that last comment sent him teetering over the edge. He grabbed his stomach and burst out laughing, bending slightly, eyes crinkled with mirth.
“I am so glad you find this funny,” Rodney shot at Sheppard, attempting to sound furious.
Regaining control, John wiped his eyes and spread out his arms wide. McKay stared at him with doubt.
“Kiss me, you sexy green thing!” John said, a laugh slipping through.
Rodney rolled his eyes, but complied, leaning forward and pecking his partner on the
lips. It seemed as though everything were a little calmer now. Rodney took a deep breath and uncrossed his arms, beginning to think through possible cures.
Everything was fine until about thirty seconds later, when John began laughing again. Rodney sighed and left their room, muttering under his breath about unsupportive boyfriends and the legality of murdering an idiot if no one would miss him, anyways.
Hair
Title: Hair
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: None
Jim liked to judge partners based on their hair. Long, short, big, curly, straight, wavy, neon green (bar pick-ups were an unusual bunch), red, brown, blonde… He’d seen all of them, slept with most of them.
Somehow, though, he had never in his life seen hair like that of his first officer. To most people, the blunt bowl cut would be strange and off-putting, cold and foreign. To Jim, it was one of the sexiest things about the man. Sometimes, when they were just floating through the black, nothing exciting happening, Jim would observe Mr. Spock. Watching him work over his station, make small talk with Uhura, whatever he was doing at the time. And instead of looking at his ass like he was prone to do, Jim liked to watch his hair.
The way the bridge lights reflected off of his black hair was beautiful (though Jim would never admit it to anyone). The way that one hair was sometimes out of place, and how frustrated it made Spock, was amazing to Jim.
So when they finally were thrown together in a way none of their counterparts in alternate universes had experienced, Jim grabbed the hair on the back of Spock’s head and dragged their mouths together, relishing the feel of the smooth hairs slipping over his calloused fingers as they crashed into each other, in more ways than one.
Your Choice
Title: Regret
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: Angst
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of character death
Ianto Jones wasn’t easy to understand. Most people thought he was. Coffee boy, working in a place he’ll never rise up in. Loner, afraid to speak his mind. Follower, never a leader. But those people were wrong, so very, very wrong.
Ianto was a coffee boy in most respects, yes. Yes, he was working in a place hard to climb up the ladder of. But he didn’t want to climb the ladder. Torchwood wasn’t using him; he was using Torchwood.
He was stronger than given credit for. So strong. He was resourceful. Smarter than given credit for. Thoughtful. He loved so much, but never boasted of it, preferring to keep his emotions to himself. He was the only one out of all of them no one thought twice about, yet he was also the only one out of all of them that truly deserved to be noticed.
And yet, he never was. He never will be. Another dead in the silent war against aliens.
No one knows what they have until it’s gone, yes. But sometimes, no one notices what they’ve lost.
Repeat
Title: Repeat
Fandom: SGA
Genre: Romance/fluff
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
It was something Rodney never really understood about John. Together for twelve years now, and it never made much sense to him why John adored Johnny Cash.
Twelve years, one child, one house, and two dogs, and Rodney was still as confounded by some things as he was the day he met John Sheppard.
But, as he watched his husband prance around their living room with a duster, Cassie trailing after him with delighted giggles, Johnny Cash on repeat in the background, he found that maybe he could understand a little bit. So he got up off of his perch on a stool at the bar and shut his laptop, walking over to the center of the room where the table had been moved for sweeping, and grabbed John, pulling him close and swaying to the bluesy tune.
He kissed John, ignored Cassie’s disgusted ‘ew’ from below, and wrapped his arms around his partner, leaning his head on the taller man’s shoulder.
“What brought this on?” John whispered into McKay’s ear, grinning against Rodney’s cheek, rough with stubble.
“I have no idea,” Rodney whispered back, grinning as well.
“Doesn’t matter,” John shrugged, pulling Rodney suddenly into a dip.
Cassie giggled and jumped, clapping her pudgy hands with glee as her dads began to dance, spinning in circles, laughing as Cash played on in the background.
Cold
Title: Chill
Fandom: Fringe
Genre: None
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight spoilers for 'Entrada'
Olivia shivered and pulled her comforter over her neck, blocking out the night chill. She was beginning to warm up, her socks and pajamas the warmest she could find in her closet. Yet, somehow, she couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t even close her eyes.
Because this was wrong, so very wrong. The bed still smelled like Peter, her clothes smelled like a body wash she had never bought yet was sitting in her bathroom, half empty. Things were moved slightly to different places, barely out of place from where she had left them, but still wrong.
It was so unnerving to know someone else had lived your life, slept with the man you could be in love with, wore your clothing, drove your car, used your things, and no one had noticed. It was disturbing and horrifying.
It wasn’t just the cold weather that had hit the city that morning that was making Olivia shudder under her thick comforter. There was more to the chill rushing through her veins. And she didn’t think the chill could ever go away.
I Love You Like Pancakes
Title: I Love You Like Pancakes
Fandom: SGA
Genre: Crack
Pairing: Slight John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Rodney McKay, John had determined, was really drunk. Rodney had stumbled into his door at half past really fucking early in the morning, banging on the door, demanding to be let in.
“What do you want?” John managed to hiss out, rubbing his eyes, trying to wake up enough to process who was currently standing in his doorway, swaying, an empty bottle of wine grasped tightly in his right hand as he scratched his head with his left.
“I want to dance!” he replied in a high voice, dragging out the words and giggling a little, sloppily stepping into John’s room.
“Why don’t you just come in,” John muttered darkly, rubbing his face. Apparently deaf to sarcasm, Rodney practically flounced in, attempting to slide around the floor in his socks.
“Rodney,” John began, attempting to be gentle, “What are you doing in here? It’s …” he checked is watch, “three thirty in the morning, and we both have an off-world mission at eight.”
“I tooooold you,” Rodney sang out. “I came to dance.”
“McKay,” John shouted, losing his miniscule bit of patience. “Get out!”
“But…” Rodney whimpered, turning around, frowning. “I love you more than pancakes.”
John stared at Rodney for a moment. Rodney stared back.
“What?”
“I. Love. You. More. Than. Pancakes!” At pancakes, Rodney attempted to kiss John sloppily on the mouth, dropping his empty bottle on the floor. He managed to get a half-second lip to lip connection before John shoved him off, sending him toppling onto his bed.
“Rodney, how many bottles have you had to drink?”
He tried to count on his fingers, failing miserably, his fingers apparently not working. “Three!” Rodney finally came to this conclusion, falling backwards, staring at the ceiling in wonderment.
John opened his mouth to speak, then, finding nothing he could possible say, shut it again.
“I like it in here.”
“I’m sure you do. But you have to go to your own room now, Rodney.”
John attempted to pull Rodney up from his bed, but the heavier man was having none of that.
“No, I’m staying here.” He pulled his legs onto the bed and pulled the covers up, snuggling into a pillow, patting the space next to him, indicating John should join him.
John pinched the bridge of his nose, weighing his options. Finally, with a large, tired sigh, he walked to the doorway, turned off the dim light, and got into bed next to Rodney.
For a moment, it seemed as though this may not be as much of an issue as John was expecting, until Rodney wrapped one arm around his chest and reached another for John’s crotch.
Yelping, John pushed Rodney off. “Don’t do that!”
Rodney responded by wrapping both arms around John, moving his head to the other man’s chest.
“Are you done?” John asked wearily. The only reply he got was a snore.
Sighing again, John awkwardly lay one arm around Rodney, who had left no other place for it to go.
“Not the best way for this to happen,” he whispered regretfully to the un-responsive man next to him, because damn if Rodney wasn't a happy, clingy drunk, and damn if he hadn't wanted to sleep with Rodney in a much different way.
Though, finally, he slept. Coincidentally, it was the best sleep he had gotten since arriving at Atlantis.
Smarter Than
Title: Street Smarts
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight spoilers for the Christmas special
The Doctor was smart. Smarter than most. He could save the world again and again, travel through time in his little blue box, learning more and more each day that passed.
The Doctor knew more than all of his companions combined, than all of his enemies combined. He could tell you pi to its three millionth digit. He could tell you the names of a billion stars, their classes, and the bodies revolving around them. He could tell you significant events in a year for thirty-six different planets.
Yet, somehow, when he saw Rory and Pond standing on the bridge of the ship hurdling to the planet, he was utterly baffled as to why they were dressed as they were. He was confused, completely confused, for the first time he could ever remember.
It annoyed him, truly, it did. He knew so much, yet couldn’t find the answer to one simple, nagging question of his. One no one would answer it, either, which made it that much worse.