Harry in a Hole
My most recent story. Seems a reasonable thing to post.
Harry Sullivan falls down a hole.
Need I say more?
All right, maybe I should say something more. Didn't I say I would waffle? Most stories hang around my head in some form or other for a while, but this one seemed to come out of nowhere. Maybe my distress at my VHS of Android Invasion breaking? I mean, NOT a great Harry story, but all the same...
So Harry falls down a hole and has an existential moment. With sentient mud.
http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=23768
Extract:
Sarah shone a torch back down at him, leaning over the edge. He turned away at the sudden brightness. “Don’t worry, Harry, we’ll get you out of there.”
He hadn’t been thinking of that till she said it. Now he was registering exactly how far away they both seemed and finding it a miracle that he wasn’t lying in the mud with a broken bone - or a broken neck.
“Can you reach?”
Harry looked about him, wondering what on earth the Doctor was talking about and eventually noticed that he was dangling his scarf down towards him. The problem was that it stopped several yards above his head. “No,” he said wryly.
“We’ll go back to the TARDIS and get a rope,” Sarah shouted back. “You’ll be all right, won’t you?”
Honestly, what did she think of him? He said, “Well, I’m not exactly going to go anywhere, old girl.”
“Very funny,” she said and both her head and the torchlight disappeared from his view. Distantly, he heard the Doctor saying, “I don’t know how anyone could walk right into a hole that big.”
Harry Sullivan falls down a hole.
Need I say more?
All right, maybe I should say something more. Didn't I say I would waffle? Most stories hang around my head in some form or other for a while, but this one seemed to come out of nowhere. Maybe my distress at my VHS of Android Invasion breaking? I mean, NOT a great Harry story, but all the same...
So Harry falls down a hole and has an existential moment. With sentient mud.
http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=23768
Extract:
Sarah shone a torch back down at him, leaning over the edge. He turned away at the sudden brightness. “Don’t worry, Harry, we’ll get you out of there.”
He hadn’t been thinking of that till she said it. Now he was registering exactly how far away they both seemed and finding it a miracle that he wasn’t lying in the mud with a broken bone - or a broken neck.
“Can you reach?”
Harry looked about him, wondering what on earth the Doctor was talking about and eventually noticed that he was dangling his scarf down towards him. The problem was that it stopped several yards above his head. “No,” he said wryly.
“We’ll go back to the TARDIS and get a rope,” Sarah shouted back. “You’ll be all right, won’t you?”
Honestly, what did she think of him? He said, “Well, I’m not exactly going to go anywhere, old girl.”
“Very funny,” she said and both her head and the torchlight disappeared from his view. Distantly, he heard the Doctor saying, “I don’t know how anyone could walk right into a hole that big.”