Night Shift Chapter Two: A Gift for a Young Old Friend
TITLE: Night Shift
SERIES: Doctor Who
RATING: T
SPOILERS: Through Series 6
DESCRIPTION: Being a guard isn't the most glamourous job in the world. If part of your duties includes watching over Cell 46, though, at least it's never boring. I'm sure eventually I'll run out of ideas. But, honestly, almost 50 years and all of time and space...
He'd been watching it grow for several days now. Each time he'd passed by her cell on his nightly rounds it was a bit longer. At first, he'd assumed it was a scarf. Then, as it had continued to grow past the two meter mark, he'd started to wonder. Finally, as it neared the four meter mark, he had to know. Stopping and approaching the bars, he asked, "Doctor Song?"
She paused in her knitting and looked up. "Yes?"
"Can I ask," he began, pointing toward the long primarily brown, orange, and black strip of knitting which fell from her needles to curl on the floor around her feet, "What on earth you're making?"
"This?" she asked, looking down at her handiwork with a bemused expression on her face before looking back up at him, "It's a scarf. Can't you tell?"
"A scarf? Isn't it a bit long?"
She smiled brightly as she nodded, "Yes. It is."
"What's it for?"
"It's a gift for a friend," she explained. "An old friend. Or a young one. Depends on your point-of-view, really."
"What sort of lunatic would want to wear a scarf that long?" he asked.
She laughed as if what he'd said was funny. It seemed a perfectly reasonable question to him, though. After a moment, she got herself under control. "Exactly," she answered. Then, shooting him another quick smile as if she'd actually explained something, she turned back to her knitting.
With a sigh, and realizing he probably should have known enough by now not to have even bothered to ask, the guard stepped away from the cell and continued his patrol.
SERIES: Doctor Who
RATING: T
SPOILERS: Through Series 6
DESCRIPTION: Being a guard isn't the most glamourous job in the world. If part of your duties includes watching over Cell 46, though, at least it's never boring. I'm sure eventually I'll run out of ideas. But, honestly, almost 50 years and all of time and space...
He'd been watching it grow for several days now. Each time he'd passed by her cell on his nightly rounds it was a bit longer. At first, he'd assumed it was a scarf. Then, as it had continued to grow past the two meter mark, he'd started to wonder. Finally, as it neared the four meter mark, he had to know. Stopping and approaching the bars, he asked, "Doctor Song?"
She paused in her knitting and looked up. "Yes?"
"Can I ask," he began, pointing toward the long primarily brown, orange, and black strip of knitting which fell from her needles to curl on the floor around her feet, "What on earth you're making?"
"This?" she asked, looking down at her handiwork with a bemused expression on her face before looking back up at him, "It's a scarf. Can't you tell?"
"A scarf? Isn't it a bit long?"
She smiled brightly as she nodded, "Yes. It is."
"What's it for?"
"It's a gift for a friend," she explained. "An old friend. Or a young one. Depends on your point-of-view, really."
"What sort of lunatic would want to wear a scarf that long?" he asked.
She laughed as if what he'd said was funny. It seemed a perfectly reasonable question to him, though. After a moment, she got herself under control. "Exactly," she answered. Then, shooting him another quick smile as if she'd actually explained something, she turned back to her knitting.
With a sigh, and realizing he probably should have known enough by now not to have even bothered to ask, the guard stepped away from the cell and continued his patrol.