Fic: Te A Teisen
Te A Teisen
by me, doctorpancakes
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Seventh Doctor, Ace McShane
Rating: G
Word Count: 262
Warnings: I'm silly
Author's Note: Ficmas gift for a_phoenixdragon, who wanted to see Seven, Ace, tea, and the Prince of Wales. Hope you enjoy it, sweetums!
“I can’t believe you’re taking me to tea with the Prince of Wales,” said Ace, adjusting her cufflinks. “I mean, I’m chuffed to bits, but I don’t if I’m up to speed on all the proper etiquette and stuff. Do I have to be all ‘your majesty, sir,’ or can I just say ‘all right, Chuck?’ and shake his hand like a normal person?”
“Oh dear,” fretted the Doctor, “I should have specified slightly better. We’re meeting a Prince of Wales, but not that one.”
“What do you mean, not that one?” puzzled Ace. “How many of them are there?”
“Well,” said the Doctor, dusting off his hat, “this one’s called Dafydd, and it’s somewhere about the middle of the thirteenth century. I’m afraid your tuxedo’s not quite in season just yet.”
“Wicked,” Ace beamed, “how’d you meet this one, then?”
“He said he’d be delighted to have me round for a drink and a meal one day,” grinned the Doctor. “I assume that includes a plus-one, considering I got the kingdom out of that incident with the... irate dragon.”
“What, an actual dragon this time?” Ace quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Something like that,” the Doctor winked, picking up his umbrella with a flourish.
Ace beamed. “Aww, cool!” she nodded in approval.
“Come on then, Ace,” said the Doctor, taking her elbow as they walked out of the TARDIS and into the beautiful Welsh countryside, “we don’t want all the cakes to be gone before we arrive.”
by me, doctorpancakes
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Seventh Doctor, Ace McShane
Rating: G
Word Count: 262
Warnings: I'm silly
Author's Note: Ficmas gift for a_phoenixdragon, who wanted to see Seven, Ace, tea, and the Prince of Wales. Hope you enjoy it, sweetums!
“I can’t believe you’re taking me to tea with the Prince of Wales,” said Ace, adjusting her cufflinks. “I mean, I’m chuffed to bits, but I don’t if I’m up to speed on all the proper etiquette and stuff. Do I have to be all ‘your majesty, sir,’ or can I just say ‘all right, Chuck?’ and shake his hand like a normal person?”
“Oh dear,” fretted the Doctor, “I should have specified slightly better. We’re meeting a Prince of Wales, but not that one.”
“What do you mean, not that one?” puzzled Ace. “How many of them are there?”
“Well,” said the Doctor, dusting off his hat, “this one’s called Dafydd, and it’s somewhere about the middle of the thirteenth century. I’m afraid your tuxedo’s not quite in season just yet.”
“Wicked,” Ace beamed, “how’d you meet this one, then?”
“He said he’d be delighted to have me round for a drink and a meal one day,” grinned the Doctor. “I assume that includes a plus-one, considering I got the kingdom out of that incident with the... irate dragon.”
“What, an actual dragon this time?” Ace quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Something like that,” the Doctor winked, picking up his umbrella with a flourish.
Ace beamed. “Aww, cool!” she nodded in approval.
“Come on then, Ace,” said the Doctor, taking her elbow as they walked out of the TARDIS and into the beautiful Welsh countryside, “we don’t want all the cakes to be gone before we arrive.”