Drabble: On a Need to Know Basis (All Ages, Gen)
Title: On a Need to Know Basis
Rating: All Ages (Gen)
Word count: 100 in MS Word
Warnings: None
Summary: Some information is best kept to oneself...
Characters: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, the Doctor (3rd)
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its many associated characters and copyrights do not, of course, belong to me!
Inspired by a plot point in the Series 8 finale; I may be mixing the timeline up a bit, but this is the first thing that came to mind.
Teaspoon link: http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=56815
The Brigadier stared at the videophone for couple of seconds before replying:
“President of Earth? Really, Madame Undersecretary General, do you think that’s a good idea?”
“The Security Council did, Brigadier.”
“I see,” he murmured, with a sigh. “Very well, I’ll let him know.”
As the call ended, right on cue, there came the sound of somebody entering the office, ignoring Corporal Bell’s protests and barging through the inner door unannounced.
“Lethbridge-Stewart,” said the Doctor, “what’s the matter? Your moustache is drooping.”
The Brigadier carefully turned over the papers on his desk. “Oh, nothing for you to worry about, Doctor.”
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Rating: All Ages (Gen)
Word count: 100 in MS Word
Warnings: None
Summary: Some information is best kept to oneself...
Characters: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, the Doctor (3rd)
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its many associated characters and copyrights do not, of course, belong to me!
Inspired by a plot point in the Series 8 finale; I may be mixing the timeline up a bit, but this is the first thing that came to mind.
Teaspoon link: http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=56815
The Brigadier stared at the videophone for couple of seconds before replying:
“President of Earth? Really, Madame Undersecretary General, do you think that’s a good idea?”
“The Security Council did, Brigadier.”
“I see,” he murmured, with a sigh. “Very well, I’ll let him know.”
As the call ended, right on cue, there came the sound of somebody entering the office, ignoring Corporal Bell’s protests and barging through the inner door unannounced.
“Lethbridge-Stewart,” said the Doctor, “what’s the matter? Your moustache is drooping.”
The Brigadier carefully turned over the papers on his desk. “Oh, nothing for you to worry about, Doctor.”
This entry has also been posted at http://jjpor.dreamwidth.org/215368.html. Please feel free to comment either here or there.