Beverages and Explanations, Eleven/Canton, dating, PGentangled_nowMay 9 2011, 18:03:43 UTC
The Doctor has personally witnessed hot beverages solve a difficult problem at least twelve times. Which is why he comes armed with one when he's determined to talk to Canton about the incident.
But the fact that he has a hot beverage doesn't help him with how to broach the subject. He can almost feel Amy giving him a kick up the backside. She believes in affirmative action.
"About the kissing," he starts.
"Do you want me to apologise." Canton's face is suspicion on top of a careful blandness, which the Doctor doesn’t like at all.
"No, no. Normally, I bring people with me, lovely excitable people and there are adventures and 'oohing' and 'ahhing' and occasionally running for our lives." The Doctor nods, but Canton's still looking confused, and he realises that wasn't really an explanation. "But there isn't really much...any, really. It's all very platonic. That's not the point of it."
"That's pretty depressing." Canton's paying far too much attention to him now, though he thinks that's kind of the point. That's what started this. That and the running, and being in peril. He has a better, and strangely intimate understanding of how the running and being in peril leads to so much kissing now. It's like having the flu, an exciting sort of flu. He's not sure he completely likes knowing that. He really is too old for this, for this messy and complicated and confusing sexuality.
"Oh I'm not saying the in-peril kissing thing doesn’t happen occasionally. Only I'm not usually so much of an enthusiastic participant. But there were compliments, and quite a lot of excitement involved all around, and what with all the kissing people have been springing on me lately. It's understandable that I got all confused and improbable - " the Doctor waves a hand, because that's not right. "No, not improbable, that's not a good word, not a very complimentary word. It was very probable indeed. Spontaneous, that's a good word, a much better word. Interesting, and sort of tingly."
The Doctor's ability to describe things is usually more advanced than this.
"I'm usually rather good at being spontaneous. But not quite so...aggressive. Maybe this is an apology." He looks down at the tea he's still holding, which is losing heat rapidly as the conversation progresses. It's also the wrong hot beverage, he suspects. "You're American, stupid of me, you'll want coffee. I'm not sure I have any coffee, there was that terrible mishap a while back where we had to drop it all on a herd of camels - funny story actually...only not really, more of a long story come to think of it."
Canton reaches a hand out and slowly takes the tea, perhaps just to shut him up. He's careful not to touch his hand at all. Which is irritating, he'd quite liked the touching, and was hoping for further evidence.
"So not an apology, more of a -" Canton gives the tea an odd look and then sets it down, somewhere he seems to think is relatively safe. "Friendly course correction." There's a flat sort of acceptance there, and the Doctor's shaking his head before he's even thought of a good metaphor for what it actually is - whatever it is he'd probably making a mess of it.
"Oh, it's all very confusing and I'm not very good at this sort of confusing. This sort of confusing is a new and fuzzy variable which I don't quite trust. We could be wildly incompatible. I could change my mind tomorrow. I could have three heads for all you know."
For the first time Canton doesn't look carefully polite. He looks amused and a little unnerved instead.
"Do you have three heads?" he asks, is forced to ask really.
"No, no just the one," the Doctor assures him hurriedly. He's sure having only one head is a definite plus in his favour here. "This one, naturally, which I at no point swap out for another one - except when I - no too much information for this conversation." The Doctor points at him. "I should shut up now."
"So," Canton says slowly. In the sort of tone one might start an interrogation with. "If I was to kiss you again at some point in the future. Possibly when we're running for our lives, or something's trying to kill us."
Nine hundred years and the universe can still surprise him
Re: Beverages and Explanations, Eleven/Canton, dating, PGentangled_nowMay 10 2011, 18:24:40 UTC
Thank you! ♥ I'm happy you thought the Doctor sounded right. He's so much fun in all his many tangents and random observations. I really do love him :D
I would adore having Mark Sheppard as a companion. Much as I love seeing him in everything sometimes I want him to stick around and be amazing for many, many episodes.
Re: Beverages and Explanations, Eleven/Canton, dating, PGauroramamaMay 14 2011, 12:26:04 UTC
Oh, yes. Why is there not more Eleven/Canton? One of the best things about the Doctor is the way he keeps being surprised by the universe. He's still open to wonder, and wonder keeps happening to him. And this one in particular is all Air (or Ether?), and makes such a splendid contrast with Earth, especially in the form of Canton.
Edited to clarify that I'm not nagging the author, but the fandom in general.
But the fact that he has a hot beverage doesn't help him with how to broach the subject. He can almost feel Amy giving him a kick up the backside. She believes in affirmative action.
"About the kissing," he starts.
"Do you want me to apologise." Canton's face is suspicion on top of a careful blandness, which the Doctor doesn’t like at all.
"No, no. Normally, I bring people with me, lovely excitable people and there are adventures and 'oohing' and 'ahhing' and occasionally running for our lives." The Doctor nods, but Canton's still looking confused, and he realises that wasn't really an explanation. "But there isn't really much...any, really. It's all very platonic. That's not the point of it."
"That's pretty depressing." Canton's paying far too much attention to him now, though he thinks that's kind of the point. That's what started this. That and the running, and being in peril. He has a better, and strangely intimate understanding of how the running and being in peril leads to so much kissing now. It's like having the flu, an exciting sort of flu. He's not sure he completely likes knowing that. He really is too old for this, for this messy and complicated and confusing sexuality.
"Oh I'm not saying the in-peril kissing thing doesn’t happen occasionally. Only I'm not usually so much of an enthusiastic participant. But there were compliments, and quite a lot of excitement involved all around, and what with all the kissing people have been springing on me lately. It's understandable that I got all confused and improbable - " the Doctor waves a hand, because that's not right. "No, not improbable, that's not a good word, not a very complimentary word. It was very probable indeed. Spontaneous, that's a good word, a much better word. Interesting, and sort of tingly."
The Doctor's ability to describe things is usually more advanced than this.
"I'm usually rather good at being spontaneous. But not quite so...aggressive. Maybe this is an apology." He looks down at the tea he's still holding, which is losing heat rapidly as the conversation progresses. It's also the wrong hot beverage, he suspects. "You're American, stupid of me, you'll want coffee. I'm not sure I have any coffee, there was that terrible mishap a while back where we had to drop it all on a herd of camels - funny story actually...only not really, more of a long story come to think of it."
Canton reaches a hand out and slowly takes the tea, perhaps just to shut him up. He's careful not to touch his hand at all. Which is irritating, he'd quite liked the touching, and was hoping for further evidence.
"So not an apology, more of a -" Canton gives the tea an odd look and then sets it down, somewhere he seems to think is relatively safe. "Friendly course correction." There's a flat sort of acceptance there, and the Doctor's shaking his head before he's even thought of a good metaphor for what it actually is - whatever it is he'd probably making a mess of it.
"Oh, it's all very confusing and I'm not very good at this sort of confusing. This sort of confusing is a new and fuzzy variable which I don't quite trust. We could be wildly incompatible. I could change my mind tomorrow. I could have three heads for all you know."
For the first time Canton doesn't look carefully polite. He looks amused and a little unnerved instead.
"Do you have three heads?" he asks, is forced to ask really.
"No, no just the one," the Doctor assures him hurriedly. He's sure having only one head is a definite plus in his favour here. "This one, naturally, which I at no point swap out for another one - except when I - no too much information for this conversation." The Doctor points at him. "I should shut up now."
"So," Canton says slowly. In the sort of tone one might start an interrogation with. "If I was to kiss you again at some point in the future. Possibly when we're running for our lives, or something's trying to kill us."
Nine hundred years and the universe can still surprise him
"I think I'd like that," the Doctor says firmly
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I would adore having Mark Sheppard as a companion. Much as I love seeing him in everything sometimes I want him to stick around and be amazing for many, many episodes.
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Edited to clarify that I'm not nagging the author, but the fandom in general.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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