Two for the anniversary! Message in a bottle & Mettle (U)
Happy 46th to the fandom!
And yes, technically this is two and a half drabbles.
Title: Message in a bottle
Rating: U
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: SJA 2x1&2 The Last Sontaran
Dear Doctor,
All those years, I never dreamed. Is this your life I've landed myself in? But how could I not?
Oh, that's not right. I'm not blaming you. I wouldn't trade it for anything; well, maybe the Daleks...
How do you stand it? I would insist on following you whatever the danger; and then...
When Maria moved to the States...
Sarah Jane lifted her pen, stared out at the stars.
Alistair, Harry, and John send their best.
Sarah rolled up the paper, poked it into a bottle, stoppered it, and set it in the floor safe beside three-dozen-odd others.
Title: Mettle
Rating: U
Word Count: 150
Spoilers: None
Steel flashed in the sunlight.
"Come on Doctor, you're holding out on me."
The taller man grinned and, without missing a parry, flicked the blade to his other hand. The men circled in a whirl of swords. Alistair side-stepped, drawing the Doctor past him on his right and turned to follow through with the flat of his blade. Steel met steel in an arc that bit a spray from the hard-packed yard. The men's eyes met. They both grinned.
The Doctor held out his hand, "Excellent, Brigadier." They shook hands, "I haven't had an opponent like that since Nottingham."
"Nottingham?"
"Mm, Sheriff there took a dislike to me for some reason..."
Sergeant Benton stared at the young woman beside him, "He never..."
Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows and folded her hands on her own sword hilt, her smile was the very picture of innocence, "Sir Guy was a rubbish swordsman."
And yes, technically this is two and a half drabbles.
Title: Message in a bottle
Rating: U
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: SJA 2x1&2 The Last Sontaran
Dear Doctor,
All those years, I never dreamed. Is this your life I've landed myself in? But how could I not?
Oh, that's not right. I'm not blaming you. I wouldn't trade it for anything; well, maybe the Daleks...
How do you stand it? I would insist on following you whatever the danger; and then...
When Maria moved to the States...
Sarah Jane lifted her pen, stared out at the stars.
Alistair, Harry, and John send their best.
Sarah rolled up the paper, poked it into a bottle, stoppered it, and set it in the floor safe beside three-dozen-odd others.
Title: Mettle
Rating: U
Word Count: 150
Spoilers: None
Steel flashed in the sunlight.
"Come on Doctor, you're holding out on me."
The taller man grinned and, without missing a parry, flicked the blade to his other hand. The men circled in a whirl of swords. Alistair side-stepped, drawing the Doctor past him on his right and turned to follow through with the flat of his blade. Steel met steel in an arc that bit a spray from the hard-packed yard. The men's eyes met. They both grinned.
The Doctor held out his hand, "Excellent, Brigadier." They shook hands, "I haven't had an opponent like that since Nottingham."
"Nottingham?"
"Mm, Sheriff there took a dislike to me for some reason..."
Sergeant Benton stared at the young woman beside him, "He never..."
Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows and folded her hands on her own sword hilt, her smile was the very picture of innocence, "Sir Guy was a rubbish swordsman."