justprompts: ten confessions
Character: The Tenth Doctor
Based On: Doctor Who; up to 3x13, "Last of the Time Lords"
Prompt: Ten Confessions You Should Make
Word Count: 946
Notes: Based on RP in i_s_l_a_n_d_rp
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TARDIS Log #10-93B96C Recording: ..... Initiated.
[Please begin recording after the beep.]
-- Er, was that the beep? Is it recording? Oh! I guess it is.
Right, then! So, hullo, me! I'm here in the TARDIS' console room, recording myself a message, because, well, all the things that go on in my head, it isn't entirely too surprising when things slip away, or hide under rocks, or slip away and hide under rocks. Any combination of those. And, really, I can't be expected to go fishing for every single forgotten thought, can I? Otherwise I'd be spending the better part of a day abandoning good ideas to remember things like whether or not I've checked on the monkeys lately, or how many biscuits we've got left in the kitchen before I've gotta make a new batch, or, I don't know, where someone's gone and hidden the tea again--
. . . Although now that I'm thinking on it, I do have to make a new batch, don't I? All these people in the TARDIS, and I'm the one slaving away in a kitchen. Honestly, how does that work? We really need to work out a rotation. Not that baked goods are a top priority, but--
Er, I'm getting off track, aren't I? Anyway, right, to sum up. I'm making this message, 'cause there are a lot of things I need to remind myself of. So! Here we go.
Let's start off with things I need to get off my chest.
One! Tell your older self -- younger self -- previous self that he needs to rethink that leather coat. Seriously. If not that, then at least try to convince him to wear a hat. And to be nicer. It's just embarrassing, having him go around being surly and things when I've already gone and set myself up as a brilliant but altogether approachable person. I've got a reputation to think of!
Two! Tell Rose you don't want her doing the laundry. Or, at least, not your laundry. Ever. And by ever, I mean ever. That's twice she's burned one of my suits-- and I don't buy that "It was an accident!" stuff for a second. Why is it always the blue one? Good thing I've got another spare.
Thr-- am I on three? I think-- no, I think I'm on four. Four! It's probably time to fess-up. So. Admit to Rose that, yes, you were the one who snatched the last of her so-called secret stash of biscuits. And that they were delicious. And that you'd do it again with no regrets.
Five--! Or-- no, wait, I was on three before, wasn't I? Four? Or-- er, anyway, whatever I'm on now, tell Jenny you're getting annoyed with her tracking mud into the TARDIS. Because while I can always appreciate an adventurous spirit and a need for exploration, I'm the only one who bothers to clean it up. Because a dirty TARDIS does not a happy TARDIS make. And you know how difficult it is to get dried dirt out of grating.
Five again! Or possibly six. If one Captain Jack Harkness ever comes back here, tell him that you're very tired of seeing all of those cannisters of whipped cream in the fridge, and that he really, really needs to get rid of them. Honestly, I have no idea where he got them or what he was planning to do with all of it, and I've no intention of finding out. Don't ask, don't tell.
Six! Or maybe seven. Donna. Inform her that those smacks hurt. And I mean, really, hurt. I think she might've left a bruise, once! Well, it didn't last long, of course, but still, it's the principle of the thing. Is that what I've got to look forward to in my future?
Seven and-slash-or eight. Tell Martha you're very tired of seeing those "The tea is HERE, Doctor" sticky notes on the cupboards in the kitchen. They were charming at first, really, and I'm sure she's just trying to be helpful, but I know very well where--. . . the tea. . . is. . .
-- On second thought, strike that. Just ask her to be a bit more discreet about them, maybe?
Just eight! While I've got her in mind: Martha-- say thank you. And not just for the little sticky notes -- for everything. And that she's wonderful. I'm sure she knows that by now, but she doesn't hear it from you nearly enough.
Nine. The Master. Tell him you forgive him. The Year hasn't ended for him, yet, and maybe I shouldn't try to speed things up like this, but-- maybe things can change. Time can be rewritten. And. . . well, you won't know till you try, yeah?
And ten.
It's hard to tell how much time we've still got together in this place, and there's no telling when this-- this Island character is gonna up and send us back home, so you've gotta make do with the time you've got. You can't keep putting it off like you have been -- it's not fair, really. Not to her. She deserves to be told, after all this time, even if she does go and do things like set fire to your clothing and kick coconuts at you.
So, ten. Rose. Tell her. . .
. . . Tell her that--
. . .
-- Hup! Someone's coming. Gotta go!
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Based On: Doctor Who; up to 3x13, "Last of the Time Lords"
Prompt: Ten Confessions You Should Make
Word Count: 946
Notes: Based on RP in i_s_l_a_n_d_rp
Visual Link: ..... Online.
Audio Link: ..... Online.
TARDIS Log #10-93B96C Recording: ..... Initiated.
[Please begin recording after the beep.]
-- Er, was that the beep? Is it recording? Oh! I guess it is.
Right, then! So, hullo, me! I'm here in the TARDIS' console room, recording myself a message, because, well, all the things that go on in my head, it isn't entirely too surprising when things slip away, or hide under rocks, or slip away and hide under rocks. Any combination of those. And, really, I can't be expected to go fishing for every single forgotten thought, can I? Otherwise I'd be spending the better part of a day abandoning good ideas to remember things like whether or not I've checked on the monkeys lately, or how many biscuits we've got left in the kitchen before I've gotta make a new batch, or, I don't know, where someone's gone and hidden the tea again--
. . . Although now that I'm thinking on it, I do have to make a new batch, don't I? All these people in the TARDIS, and I'm the one slaving away in a kitchen. Honestly, how does that work? We really need to work out a rotation. Not that baked goods are a top priority, but--
Er, I'm getting off track, aren't I? Anyway, right, to sum up. I'm making this message, 'cause there are a lot of things I need to remind myself of. So! Here we go.
Let's start off with things I need to get off my chest.
One! Tell your older self -- younger self -- previous self that he needs to rethink that leather coat. Seriously. If not that, then at least try to convince him to wear a hat. And to be nicer. It's just embarrassing, having him go around being surly and things when I've already gone and set myself up as a brilliant but altogether approachable person. I've got a reputation to think of!
Two! Tell Rose you don't want her doing the laundry. Or, at least, not your laundry. Ever. And by ever, I mean ever. That's twice she's burned one of my suits-- and I don't buy that "It was an accident!" stuff for a second. Why is it always the blue one? Good thing I've got another spare.
Thr-- am I on three? I think-- no, I think I'm on four. Four! It's probably time to fess-up. So. Admit to Rose that, yes, you were the one who snatched the last of her so-called secret stash of biscuits. And that they were delicious. And that you'd do it again with no regrets.
Five--! Or-- no, wait, I was on three before, wasn't I? Four? Or-- er, anyway, whatever I'm on now, tell Jenny you're getting annoyed with her tracking mud into the TARDIS. Because while I can always appreciate an adventurous spirit and a need for exploration, I'm the only one who bothers to clean it up. Because a dirty TARDIS does not a happy TARDIS make. And you know how difficult it is to get dried dirt out of grating.
Five again! Or possibly six. If one Captain Jack Harkness ever comes back here, tell him that you're very tired of seeing all of those cannisters of whipped cream in the fridge, and that he really, really needs to get rid of them. Honestly, I have no idea where he got them or what he was planning to do with all of it, and I've no intention of finding out. Don't ask, don't tell.
Six! Or maybe seven. Donna. Inform her that those smacks hurt. And I mean, really, hurt. I think she might've left a bruise, once! Well, it didn't last long, of course, but still, it's the principle of the thing. Is that what I've got to look forward to in my future?
Seven and-slash-or eight. Tell Martha you're very tired of seeing those "The tea is HERE, Doctor" sticky notes on the cupboards in the kitchen. They were charming at first, really, and I'm sure she's just trying to be helpful, but I know very well where--. . . the tea. . . is. . .
-- On second thought, strike that. Just ask her to be a bit more discreet about them, maybe?
Just eight! While I've got her in mind: Martha-- say thank you. And not just for the little sticky notes -- for everything. And that she's wonderful. I'm sure she knows that by now, but she doesn't hear it from you nearly enough.
Nine. The Master. Tell him you forgive him. The Year hasn't ended for him, yet, and maybe I shouldn't try to speed things up like this, but-- maybe things can change. Time can be rewritten. And. . . well, you won't know till you try, yeah?
And ten.
It's hard to tell how much time we've still got together in this place, and there's no telling when this-- this Island character is gonna up and send us back home, so you've gotta make do with the time you've got. You can't keep putting it off like you have been -- it's not fair, really. Not to her. She deserves to be told, after all this time, even if she does go and do things like set fire to your clothing and kick coconuts at you.
So, ten. Rose. Tell her. . .
. . . Tell her that--
. . .
-- Hup! Someone's coming. Gotta go!
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