BEYOND THE RIFT: Salvation and Damnation (are the same thing)
Title: Salvation and Damnation (are the same thing)
Characters/Pairing: Doctor/Martha/Des
Word Count: 347
Rating: G
Summary: The Doctor and Des discuss the devil... or devils... and Martha is just amused.
Notes: Sometimes I go back to old prompts. This one is from the alphabet meme, for the prompt "damnation". And the OT3. For kawaiispinel.
Disclaimer: Martha and the Doctor belong to the BBC. Des belongs to kawaiispinel. The Rift... you know the rest.
"I met the devil once. Or... well. Called itself the devil. Satan. Abaddon. What have you."
"Yeah, he's... not as impressive as you'd think." Des paused, and then added, "Or so I've heard."
The Doctor paused a moment to give him an affronted look - do you mind? - before responding. "Not your devil. But my point was... Wait."
Martha smirked a little, her chin in one hand. "You've forgotten the point, haven't you?"
"No, no, no," the Doctor protested, holding up one finger. "I haven't forgotten, just sort of... gotten lost.." He bounced to his feet and started pacing the room. "If he didn't have to go on about... unimpressive devils..."
"Hey, if I refrained from speaking every time I might interrupt one of your thoughts..."
"I only wish you would," the Doctor muttered, and avoided noticing Des' pointed (and put on) scowl by conveniently not turning to face him. He knew it was there anyway, but he could easily pretend he didn't. He did, however, notice that Martha's smirk grew a little, and winked.
"You were saying about the devil...?" Martha prompted.
"If your point was that he was easier to live with than you, I agree," Des said, all innocence, and now the Doctor had to turn to face him.
"You'd choose a great stinking beast in a pit over me?"
"If the beast would let me talk when I want, I choose Hell."
"I don't know why I bother with you. Anyway, as I was saying..." He turned, hand raised as if to make a point, and frowned. "Oh, now I really have forgotten."
Martha bit back another smile and got to her feet. "Would you like me to put on some tea while you remember?"
The Doctor sighed and dropped back into his chair. "Might as well. Can we gag Des while we're at it?"
"Martha, can we shove the Doctor in a closet?"
"You know, come to think of it," the Doctor said, rolling his eyes and trying not to smile, "I'd choose Hell too."
Characters/Pairing: Doctor/Martha/Des
Word Count: 347
Rating: G
Summary: The Doctor and Des discuss the devil... or devils... and Martha is just amused.
Notes: Sometimes I go back to old prompts. This one is from the alphabet meme, for the prompt "damnation". And the OT3. For kawaiispinel.
Disclaimer: Martha and the Doctor belong to the BBC. Des belongs to kawaiispinel. The Rift... you know the rest.
"I met the devil once. Or... well. Called itself the devil. Satan. Abaddon. What have you."
"Yeah, he's... not as impressive as you'd think." Des paused, and then added, "Or so I've heard."
The Doctor paused a moment to give him an affronted look - do you mind? - before responding. "Not your devil. But my point was... Wait."
Martha smirked a little, her chin in one hand. "You've forgotten the point, haven't you?"
"No, no, no," the Doctor protested, holding up one finger. "I haven't forgotten, just sort of... gotten lost.." He bounced to his feet and started pacing the room. "If he didn't have to go on about... unimpressive devils..."
"Hey, if I refrained from speaking every time I might interrupt one of your thoughts..."
"I only wish you would," the Doctor muttered, and avoided noticing Des' pointed (and put on) scowl by conveniently not turning to face him. He knew it was there anyway, but he could easily pretend he didn't. He did, however, notice that Martha's smirk grew a little, and winked.
"You were saying about the devil...?" Martha prompted.
"If your point was that he was easier to live with than you, I agree," Des said, all innocence, and now the Doctor had to turn to face him.
"You'd choose a great stinking beast in a pit over me?"
"If the beast would let me talk when I want, I choose Hell."
"I don't know why I bother with you. Anyway, as I was saying..." He turned, hand raised as if to make a point, and frowned. "Oh, now I really have forgotten."
Martha bit back another smile and got to her feet. "Would you like me to put on some tea while you remember?"
The Doctor sighed and dropped back into his chair. "Might as well. Can we gag Des while we're at it?"
"Martha, can we shove the Doctor in a closet?"
"You know, come to think of it," the Doctor said, rolling his eyes and trying not to smile, "I'd choose Hell too."