Stump-me drabble for gowdie
From the Stump-the-Author meme here. Go stump me and win a drabble, everyone else is!
I'm just writing these as I've been inspired by them, no particular order or favouritism, I promise. Everyone will get their drabble...it just might take me awhile (papilio_luna, yours is giving me particular trouble!! Ten, alone, with candyfloss?!)
Title: Tea Time
Length: 100 words
Rating: All ages
Prompt: gowdie requested, based on this icon: "A situation where the Doctor has the play the dinner lady type role, and Rose gets to flaunt her authority." I came up with this situation where they are spying on this family for some, alien-related reason, and Rose lucked into the more posh position this time. :)
“Now tell me, Rose, are you enjoying it here? It's so hard to find decent nannies these days...William hasn't been too much of a terror, I hope?”
“He's an angel. Out of this world.” Smiling at her pun, she pushes her tea cup toward the edge of the table. “Excuse me...Smith, was it? More tea please.”
The Doctor stalks over from his position near the entrance of the room to collect their cups. “Right away, ma'am,” he grumbles while Rose grins.
He hears her as he leaves the room: “Bit scrummy, that one. Is there a Mrs. Smith?”
I'm just writing these as I've been inspired by them, no particular order or favouritism, I promise. Everyone will get their drabble...it just might take me awhile (papilio_luna, yours is giving me particular trouble!! Ten, alone, with candyfloss?!)
Title: Tea Time
Length: 100 words
Rating: All ages
Prompt: gowdie requested, based on this icon: "A situation where the Doctor has the play the dinner lady type role, and Rose gets to flaunt her authority." I came up with this situation where they are spying on this family for some, alien-related reason, and Rose lucked into the more posh position this time. :)
“Now tell me, Rose, are you enjoying it here? It's so hard to find decent nannies these days...William hasn't been too much of a terror, I hope?”
“He's an angel. Out of this world.” Smiling at her pun, she pushes her tea cup toward the edge of the table. “Excuse me...Smith, was it? More tea please.”
The Doctor stalks over from his position near the entrance of the room to collect their cups. “Right away, ma'am,” he grumbles while Rose grins.
He hears her as he leaves the room: “Bit scrummy, that one. Is there a Mrs. Smith?”