More Than Just Putting Up Shelves (1/1)
Title - More Than Just Putting Up Shelves (1/1)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - Ten, Rose, OC
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - Meeting the dad when the dad is the Doctor.
Author's Notes - uadlika bid on me in the Support Stacie auction and as a consequence won herself a drabble, which she is graciously sharing with all of you. Her request was Fortuna's first date.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkat for me, commissioned by jlrpuck for my birthday.
“You are to be home by eleven,” Rose was telling Fortuna. “And don’t think you can do any sort of playing with time, because your father will notice.”
“Mum,” protested Fortuna, blushing.
The Doctor looked from her to the boy waiting patiently in Brem’s book-crowded living room. He seemed quiet. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious?”
“What?” Fortuna asked.
“That he doesn’t talk much.”
“Tell her to have a good time,” Rose instructed.
“Have a good time. And take this.” He reached into his coat, pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and handed it across.
“Dad-“
“It’s on the mace setting.”
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - General
Characters - Ten, Rose, OC
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - Meeting the dad when the dad is the Doctor.
Author's Notes - uadlika bid on me in the Support Stacie auction and as a consequence won herself a drabble, which she is graciously sharing with all of you. Her request was Fortuna's first date.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkat for me, commissioned by jlrpuck for my birthday.
“You are to be home by eleven,” Rose was telling Fortuna. “And don’t think you can do any sort of playing with time, because your father will notice.”
“Mum,” protested Fortuna, blushing.
The Doctor looked from her to the boy waiting patiently in Brem’s book-crowded living room. He seemed quiet. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious?”
“What?” Fortuna asked.
“That he doesn’t talk much.”
“Tell her to have a good time,” Rose instructed.
“Have a good time. And take this.” He reached into his coat, pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and handed it across.
“Dad-“
“It’s on the mace setting.”