Five/Tegan drabble request
harmonyfb asked for 5th Doctor/Tegan and short skirts. 200 words, rated PG.
“Step back Doctor, or the girl dies!” The Master snarled. Tegan struggled to free herself from his tight grip as he jabbed his weapon into her side.
“I think you’ll find that your Tissue Compression Eliminator has been drained of nearly all its energy. It can’t harm her.” The Doctor countered.
“We’ll see, Doctor!” As the Master moved to activate the weapon, Tegan kicked one spiky-heeled foot into his leg. He released her and dropped to the ground in pain, but not before his weapon discharged.
Tegan felt a tingling sensation around her hips as she hurled herself toward the Doctor. Her thighs felt like they were bound, and walking was becoming difficult.
“Doctor, I feel funny,” she said as he pulled her safely into the TARDIS.
“It’s alright. You’re unharmed.” The Doctor looked her over. His eyebrows lifted as his gaze reached her lower half. “As for your outfit...” He smiled appreciatively. “You’ve got ever so nice legs, Tegan.”
Shocked, Tegan looked down. Her knee-length skirt had shrunk and was now a tiny, tight mini-skirt that threatened to show more than just her legs.
“I say,” he asked as he led her toward the wardrobe. “Do you like leather?”
“Step back Doctor, or the girl dies!” The Master snarled. Tegan struggled to free herself from his tight grip as he jabbed his weapon into her side.
“I think you’ll find that your Tissue Compression Eliminator has been drained of nearly all its energy. It can’t harm her.” The Doctor countered.
“We’ll see, Doctor!” As the Master moved to activate the weapon, Tegan kicked one spiky-heeled foot into his leg. He released her and dropped to the ground in pain, but not before his weapon discharged.
Tegan felt a tingling sensation around her hips as she hurled herself toward the Doctor. Her thighs felt like they were bound, and walking was becoming difficult.
“Doctor, I feel funny,” she said as he pulled her safely into the TARDIS.
“It’s alright. You’re unharmed.” The Doctor looked her over. His eyebrows lifted as his gaze reached her lower half. “As for your outfit...” He smiled appreciatively. “You’ve got ever so nice legs, Tegan.”
Shocked, Tegan looked down. Her knee-length skirt had shrunk and was now a tiny, tight mini-skirt that threatened to show more than just her legs.
“I say,” he asked as he led her toward the wardrobe. “Do you like leather?”