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Because I'm bored while my other is sitting an exam and, on the lovely wendymr's prompting...
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Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what' ( Read more... )
“It’s alright,” the Doctor says, rubbing the top of his head and offering the flustered mother his trademark grin.
“No, it isn’t,” she says, glaring at the child at her side, “I’m so sorry.
“Apologise,” she instructs, nudging her sheepish son forwards.
Rose smiles, offering the ball back to the boy. “Here you go.”
“M’sorry,” he mumbles, grabbing the ball and dashing off.
“Henry!” the woman calls, watching her son’s retreating back and throwing three of her hands up in frustration.
Rose laughs. “Guess some things really are universal,” she says, grinning at the Doctor.
“Boys will be boys,” he replies, grinning back.
“I’m very sorry,” the mother says, apologising again. “How is your head?”
“Bit thick,” Rose pipes up, tongue poking out over her teeth.
“It’s fine, really,” the Doctor says, shooting a look at his companion. “Have one of those myself, you know. Well, almost.” He whips out the tattered picture, waving it under the poor woman’s nose.
“Uh, he’s beautiful,” she says, squinting at the grainy picture as the Doctor beams.
“I think,” he says, glancing at the ultrasound, “he has my eyes.”
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