DR WHO FIC: Missing Beat
Title: Missing Beat
Author: charlottetrips
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 376
Summary: From toastweasel's prompt "River Song/Melody Pond + Amy Pond: they have the same dancing style" at spoiler_song "Hell in Heels" ficathon.
Missing Beat
She danced the same as her mother: hair flying as she shook her head back and forth in time (well, sort of) to the beat, arms like flags waving in the wind. It would’ve been adorable, really, if Amy hadn’t been standing next to her basically doing the same thing. Their knees wobbled back and forth; their hips swung precariously and so not in sync.
Rory stood to the side near the picnic table, arms crossed and desperately trying to hide the fact that he was about to burst with laughter. His wife would have his head and his daughter would take him out with her blaster. They were convinced that they were the next contestants on Got to Dance.
The music blared from the speakers, some woman who sounded like Florence and the Machine with a bit more pop attached to her. When they’d started to make space for them to move, his protests had been overruled by twin glares in his direction and a simultaneous turning up of their noses to his plebian sense of rhythm and sound. He’d been stuck to the sidelines and forced to watch and somehow keep a straight face.
“My god, Rory! Are they possessed?” He jumped and turned to the Doctor who’d snuck up to his side and who was already pulling out his sonic screwdriver and leveling it at the two women, staring concernedly at the readings. “Why didn’t you call for me as soon as they started making erratic and crazy motions such as they’ve just been doing? Wouldn’t you think that this was an emergency? Maybe it’s the Zvork! Or the gaseous entities of Shil!”
Rory was too busy making shushing motions and attempting to grab the sonic screwdriver from the Doctor’s hand that he was only aware at the last moment of the silence behind him. Slowly, dreading to see what he knew he would, he turned back to the girls. They’d stopped mid motion of swaying their hands and were looking in the men’s direction with angry fire simmering to the surface of their looks. River’s hand moved to her side and Rory whipped back around to the Doctor, grabbing his arm and pulling him in the direction of the house, shouting, “Run!”
Author: charlottetrips
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 376
Summary: From toastweasel's prompt "River Song/Melody Pond + Amy Pond: they have the same dancing style" at spoiler_song "Hell in Heels" ficathon.
Missing Beat
She danced the same as her mother: hair flying as she shook her head back and forth in time (well, sort of) to the beat, arms like flags waving in the wind. It would’ve been adorable, really, if Amy hadn’t been standing next to her basically doing the same thing. Their knees wobbled back and forth; their hips swung precariously and so not in sync.
Rory stood to the side near the picnic table, arms crossed and desperately trying to hide the fact that he was about to burst with laughter. His wife would have his head and his daughter would take him out with her blaster. They were convinced that they were the next contestants on Got to Dance.
The music blared from the speakers, some woman who sounded like Florence and the Machine with a bit more pop attached to her. When they’d started to make space for them to move, his protests had been overruled by twin glares in his direction and a simultaneous turning up of their noses to his plebian sense of rhythm and sound. He’d been stuck to the sidelines and forced to watch and somehow keep a straight face.
“My god, Rory! Are they possessed?” He jumped and turned to the Doctor who’d snuck up to his side and who was already pulling out his sonic screwdriver and leveling it at the two women, staring concernedly at the readings. “Why didn’t you call for me as soon as they started making erratic and crazy motions such as they’ve just been doing? Wouldn’t you think that this was an emergency? Maybe it’s the Zvork! Or the gaseous entities of Shil!”
Rory was too busy making shushing motions and attempting to grab the sonic screwdriver from the Doctor’s hand that he was only aware at the last moment of the silence behind him. Slowly, dreading to see what he knew he would, he turned back to the girls. They’d stopped mid motion of swaying their hands and were looking in the men’s direction with angry fire simmering to the surface of their looks. River’s hand moved to her side and Rory whipped back around to the Doctor, grabbing his arm and pulling him in the direction of the house, shouting, “Run!”